Look! It's this months images from the BEST PARTY EVER. Make out with EVERYONE 2nd Fridays at The Eagle in Seattle, get creative, try to make out with 9 people at once, break a record dammit ! We'll see you for the next Make Out Party on Friday December 11th, but until that happens, THIS VERY IMPORTANT THING IS HAPPENING TONIGHT AT NEUMOS!
Photos by Rachel Robinson
Just when you thought you'd have enough Dick(slap) you were wrong, WRONG I tell you. Thanks for all the freaks for comin' out to play with us, and the super handsome Rod Thomas / Bright Light Bright Light and Chris Camplin coming in from London or NY or wherever they were currently, doesn't matter, all that matters is they were with US.
So when will you be with us again? Well, there's this Friday for DICKSLAP November (no, not movember) with the coincidentally super-bearded David Sylvester and myself, or, maybe you're in SF and you want to make out with EVERYONE for the SF Make Out Party at the SF Eagle on Saturday? I know I will.
Or maybe super insanely fierce drag ball walk off runway competition shows are your thing, well then get into INTO? next Saturday at Neumos, OKKK.
Well without further adieu, I know you're waiting for these, so here are the photos from DBL Dickslap Halloween by MATT BAUME.
Dickslap, it's just the best time of the month, isn't it? As you can see here condoms rain down on you from the heavens and the vinyl just clings to your skin like, well, skin- meanwhile you're mackin' on Seattle's cute ass people and dancing to the tastemakers from around town and the globe, what's not to like? If you aren't into any of that stuff that's ok, but you sound kinda boring, but that's cool baby you be you.
Speaking of things you're into.... are you into... INTO? I hate to use the word epic, so I won't, but this will be a huge adjective! Click on the birdy to learn more about INTO? next SATURDAY 11/28 at NEUMOS
But before that, where will you make out? well, here of course, for the next Dickslap THIS FRIDAY!
Without further adieu, photos by Rachel Robinson.
The best party ever is the Make Out Party, why? ISN'T IT OBVIOUS. You get to make out with everybody, and all those people you ALWAYS wanted to make out with, for years, like you've always just thought about how hot they are and how much you want to inspect their tonsils, and then at this party you just go ask them, "hey wanna make out in the photo booth?" and they are like "Sure." What's not to love?
Well, plus now, we're letting you Make Out in ridiculous situations, like this month was in SPACE, which you've always wanted to make out in, next time? PARIS. When is next time? Well it's always the second Friday, so the next one up is NOVEMBER 13TH.
Until then, you can practice your skills this Saturday for a DBL Dose of Dickslap with our Halloween party-extravaganza featuring multiple super hot scruffy DJ/musician/professional-pretty-person from London Chris Camplin and Rod Thomas (Bright Light Bright Light), plus the return of ROSS Milam of Scruff, and Amp in the cage and just a whole bunch of crazy hotness and the theme (which you don't have to follow cuz, hi, it's HALLOWEEN) is Murder She Texted / Romy and Michele's Horror High School Reunion. See you there, k?
Without further adieu, Make Out in Space photos by Rachel Robinson.
Well, you can say without a doubt this was the messiest SF Dickslap yet, thanks to them them whore d'oeuvres and whip cream, oh and thanks for Blaine for being our big dinner plate, did you get a lick? I certainly hope so. Also thanks for Marke B and Sergio Fesdasz for working out the tunes, and Allen Jordan for the great snaps of all the madness. This week we stick our tongues in more inappropriate places for the next installment of SF Dickslap on FRIDAY 10/30 at The SF Eagle, it's not QUITE Halloween but if you wanna dress like a total slut that's quite alright with us! If you're in Seattle and reading this, join us for a DBL DICKSLAP Halloween butt-fest at The Seattle Eagle this SATURDAY.
PHOTOS BY ALLEN JORDAN.
Thanks to John Criscitello for hosting Dickslap last month and being all that legendary wang, did you get a shirt? You got a shirt. But are you ready to do it AGAIN? Tonight it's a double dose of Berlin lovin' with our DJs Hanno Hinkelbein (Berlin, KilleKill) and Yam Bataller (Berlin, Sado Maso Disco), let's show them how we do it here in the PNW ok?
Without further adieu, photos by Rachel Robinson.
Nark (you know, the magazine guy? slash me, wait, let me switch to first person)... ahem, I, just uploaded my debut track "Feels Alright" to my soundcloud for your listening pleasure/disgust/indifference, it will be available for download/purchase on October 19th on a deep house compilation called Get Up to Get Down Volume 3 on Get Up Records, check it out!!
Arthur Allen’s debut film Winning Dad had me laughing, crying, smiling and learning, and it’s effects reverberate well after the ending credits, which would be the goal of any independent director, and one in this case who also played double duty as the starring role of Rusty, a charismatic character who is set up to go solo on a camping trip with his boyfriend’s bigoted father in hopes to win him over through his charming and puppy like qualities, but WD takes a few twists and in some moments we see the smiles fade and Rusty’s character shows a darker side.
At brief times WD rubs up against the cheesier side of a “hetero-normative” romance in it’s paradoxically queer-love-struggle based story, but this only helps relieve some of the tension that the secretive and manipulative characters create around them that often ends up in tear shedding from the characters and the audience. WD is less of a edge-of-your-seat movie and more of a sink-into-your-seat movie so you can hide all the FEELS, and with that comes our great recommendation to go check it out at the Seattle Gay & Lesbian Film Festival TODAY (Tuesday 10/13) at The Egyptian Theater at 7pm and either way add it to your movie collection when it becomes available for purchase this December (check out Winning Dad’s website for more info).
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Photos by Caitlin Donohue; text design by Jovan Israel
Mexico City illustrator Jovan Israel was one of the only boys invited to the Sad Girls y Que secret Facebook group. For rabid intersectional internet feminists, this fact implies many things. For the less informed, I will elaborate.
A week ago I had a photoshoot with Israel. At a certain point, it became clear we'd entered the world of his drawings, where everything is bright, gender roles have disappeared and you can't stop talking about how beautiful everything is. He was on a bridge in the botanical gardens of the Bosque de Chapultepec, Mexico City’s Central Park, fall-stepping with heavy feet because I suggested it would give the camera more time to catch him mid-air (this kind of worked). In the middle of our stoned horsing around, we heard piano music. There was a white wooden piano under a canopy at the garden's entrance and an off-duty park security guard had started to play it. Everything was a bright shade of green that made me super calm about the afternoon rain, which we hadn't planned on. I had this weird sense of balance.
Israel's work is a land full of cats, blunts, girls and genderqueer chola aliens in cut-off jean shorts, Destiny’s Child shirts and combat boots. Over here, Hello Kitty with tits and a dick. Over there, a portrait of Audre Lorde with an uncharacteristically long (for Tumblr) caption in Spanish that talks about her importance as an activist. His work reflects a shifting gender identity in Mexico and explores the boundaries of the culturally-specific definitions of sissy and trans in a way that is easily consumed and shared via the internet. He counts among his collaborators zine makers from around the continent, including Beth Siveyer's Girls Get Busy feminist platform.
When you think of political illustration in Mexico, you inevitably flash on José Guadalupe Posada, a populist printmaker whose work was filled with the violence of the country, with death and dying and corruption and class warfare -- things that are sadly still present hundredfold in the Mexico of 2015. Israel’s work is political too, but not in the confrontational ways that Posada's was. Israel's pieces are solution-focused. They establish space for one’s self, regardless of terrorism or an institutionalized fear of violence. A year ago, the Instituto de Juventud (Institute of Youth) asked him to illustrate a pamphlet combating teen pregnancy, drug use and domestic abuse. These are real problems in the country, no less dire for the drug war that rages around them. He remembers sitting on the metro the day they were handed out to the public, watching people throw them in the trash and die from laughter over slangy conversations in the panels. They represented something new, something that was really only meant to be understood by a new generation of Mexicans.
The 24 year old got his start drawing fashion illustration, filling the Internet with renditions of his favorite images from magazines. But he got tired of drawing the same angular body over and over. Sitting by a bank of cactus, Israel removed a sheet from the stuffed folder of work that he brought with him. He showed it to me, a drawing of a quartet of women morphed and screwed to reflect the discomfiting effects of the fashion industry. "I should do more stuff like this," he reflected. Nowadays, every body type under the sun shows up in his work, lovingly drawn bellies and thighs among them.
The work's activist bent is clear, so it makes sense that Israel's creative endeavors go beyond the page. This winter, he and friend/fashion designer Eduardo "La Mendoza" Mendoza Laguna started a reggaeton-heavy queer party in Mexico City called Mami Slut. They created the event (there have been two parties so far) so that they and their friends could get into Latin rhythms, dodging the electro pop that tends to dominate gay bars. Israel designed the party’s logo, a chola with her eyes low, face framed by gold hoops. The day we went to the park, Israel and I had a brainstorming session about how Mami Slut’s twerk contest could avoid the peer pressure trap. He wanted to make sure that it didn’t end up being a bunch of people on stage twerking because their friends made them get up there. We agreed that Israel would have to take a more proactive role in framing it next time. It's his party, after all.
I asked Israel, while we were sitting by yet another pond, this one covered in lily pads that looked straight out of The Little Mermaid, how he’d describe his own work. He laughed, thought, said “loco,” thought some more, and stuck with his original answer. I guess in a world that's crazy, it's the crazy people who are the most sane.
Bottom Forty is a special place, existing right here in our current time and space, where the underground is pushed hard, and, it is literally underground in the Kremwerk basement. It's your chance to be in a safe, queer powered environment open to everyone, dancing to the most forward thinking selectors in the underground dance scene. It is an audio/visual experience created with much love and care, and they are excited to pump up your Saturday night again this weekend, so come on down as they put special guest and local hero Recess on display!
Photos by Rachel Robinson.
It's the best party ever and now we're back for more. We really enjoyed seven minutes in heaven with you, and for some, even more minutes, Roseanne Becky would be super proud of our really tacky closet in her honor, and JTT loved watching all you people tongue bath each other.
This month (aka this FRIDAY) we're gonna Make Out in SPACE, so brush your teeth and get your cosmic lips ready (just don't wear green....).
Photobooth photos by Rachel Robinson.
Bottom Forty, the best basement journey through light and sound in town, and here's your pretty pretty faces from it! Join the Bottom Forty crew again this Saturday night at Kremwerk with special guest SEAN MAJORS, plus an afterhours situation provided be JEREMY SCHMIDT, it's gonna get really, really pretty in there. But who cares cuz you need to DANCE FOOL.
Photos by Rachel Robinson.