Gayjerk
Bigoted jerk utters anti-gay slur, smacks man in Midtown after seeing boyfriend photo on phone
Hate crimes detectives need the public&#;s support in finding the bigot behind an anti-gay attack at a Midtown subway station last month.
Police said the trouble began at about 2 a.m. on Nov. 15, when the suspect asked the year-old male victim to use his cellphone on a stairwell at the 57th Street station on the D line, below 7th Avenue.
While using the victim&#;s phone, law enforcement sources said, the bigot came across a photo of the man with his boyfriend.
Authorities said the suspect then uttered a homophobic slur at the victim, then smacked him across the face. The bigoted brute then tossed the victim&#;s handset to the ground and fled in an unknown direction.
The incident was reported to the Midtown North Precinct, which referred the case to the Hate Crimes Task Force for further investigation. The victim suffered a swollen lip and bruising, but refused medical attention, police reported.
On Dec. 24, the NYPD released a photo of the hateful perpetrator, who had facial hair and
New York Theater
In the prologue of “Circle Jerk&#; &#; a amusing, campy, discombobulating hybrid theater piece that’s a spoof of both gay and digital culture (and also an example of each) &#; the Troll, in a vivid blue shock wig and a dirt-smeared body suit, welcomes us in Bard-like rhyming couplets to Gayman Island, introducing us to its residents, all of them young, light, gay men, who over the next two hours will bitch and meme and scheme to take over the world.
The Troll was speaking right at me, having pranced up the steps of the Connelly Theater to just feet from my seat. This was a sharp contrast from our first encounter.
I first met this drooling, cackling Troll online, in October He was (and is) portrayed by Patrick Foley, who is also the co-writer of “Circle Jerk,&#; along with Michael Breslin; together they co-founded the Fake Friends theater company.
Like everything else at the time, Fake Friends&#; &#;Circle Jerk&#; was an exclusively digital production. I was overwhelmed and confused by the sensory overload &#; the q
Three gay Christians walk into a therapist’s waiting room.
It’s not the start of a joke but rather a serious conversation about whether particular counselling practices should be made illegal.
Reports in the media over the past 48 hours, combined with opinion and comment pieces from observers and those who claim to own been through such therapy, hold put this subject back on the agenda again. But when people call for a ban on “conversion therapy”, what exactly is it that they wish for to prohibit and on what basis?
Let’s go back to our therapy centre. The first gay Christian sits down with the therapist and says, “I’m unhappy being gay – can you help me be straight?”
“Of course”, says the therapist as she opens the drawer of her desk and brings out a list of options. The menu of therapy is dazzling – it contains everything from strapping electrodes to genitals and administering shocks while viewing gay porn, full on exorcism sessions after a cleansing ritual, assertiveness and “manliness” courses, cognitive behavioural, gestalt, Jungian based and other such talking ther
Michael Breslin, Patrick Foley (Photo: Phoney Friends)
I was a fan of A Dolls’ House, Part 3, by the artists formerly known as Michael+Patrick. They have rebranded their company as Fake Friends, and with this, have upped the creative ante with a dizzying, queer whirligig of a live-streaming show called Circle Jerk.
Wigs fly on and off, hasty changes abound, there are TikTok dances, a literal troll, and some A+ theater jokes. There’s even a Sondheim lyrical cum quip. Truly something for everyone.
But beyond the layers and layers of white gay culture that the show is sending up (there are references to musical theater fans, Drag Race, and pop music divas), is an insidious backdrop of tech-overload, alt-right influencing, misinformation, and big data control.
The point to this theatrical mayhem, textual boundary-pushing, and narrative edge is to interrogate pale supremacy within the gay community in this internet age.
Somehow the show, written and directed by Michael Breslin and Patrick Foley (with co-direction by Rory Pelsue), manages to eat its technicolor wackadoodle cake