Brazilian jujitsu doesn’t just look like gay sex, it feels an awful lot like it too. Sam starts on his back with his knees up. He instructs me to sit on his lap, so I straddle him. He tells me to sit right down, putting all my weight on him, so I do. I know right away that I’m going to be in trouble. He looks so sexy lying on the mat under me and I can’t stop thinking about the tiny amount of fabric separating us. The position is called “the mount” for a reason.

— Xtra! via Towleroad

Kindasorta better than either of the originals. But then, I wasn’t a “Thriller” fan. Take it for what it’s worth.

Hi Chip,

This is a letter from the future you. Your name is Justin now -don’t ask, but if you think of a better one feel free to jump on it. Maybe something like “Beverage”. Everyone likes a Beverage and you know how much you enjoy alliteration. Beverage Bond… well, it’s up to you. Just be glad you’re not some old fag named “Chip”!

I was thinking that since we’ve been given this to opportunity to communicate through time I should maybe give you some helpful tips:

First, do me a favor, stay out of the sun. You don’t like the sun anyway so just skip it. All those bitches that keep saying you’re so pale and that you look like a spook are going to end up looking like wrinkled brown paper bags and will probably have lots of chunks missing from their skin -I say fuck ’em. Stick to the shade or stay inside and listen to music, dance around naked and feel free to jack off as much as you like….

–full letter at Justin Bond is Living [probably via Andy, but I forget]

• The boyfriend just conducted an interview with Prospect.2 curator (and total sweetheart) Dan Cameron. If you attended Prospect.1, or if you’re just a fan of contemporary art and/or New Orleans, the read is totally worth your time.

• Would you like some gayness to get you through your weekend encounter with the treadmill/elliptical machine/in-laws? I find Roisin Murphy’s multiple remixes of “You Know Me Better” to be just the thing. The very gay thing, that is.

It’s that time of year again, folks:

HURRICANE CEREMONY XII

What: Public prayer ceremony dedicated to Our Lady of Prompt Succor (who has intervened historically on New Orleans’ behalf when a hurricane has threatened) and Ezili Danto (also associated with Mater Salvatoris and Moumt Carmel) to ask for protection from hurricanes

When: Saturday, July 18th at 7:00 pm

Where: Achade Meadows Peristyle, 3319 Rosalie Alley (off of Rampart, between Piety and Desire)

What to bring in offering:

• For Our Lady: flowers, statues, candles, religious pictures, jewelry

• For Danto: Barbancourt Rum, Clarin, Florida Water, candles, daggers, dolls dressed in red and blue with gold trim or calico prints, spicy black beans, peasant cakes, unfiltered cigarettes, pan fried cornbread with peppers, fried pork, white crème de menthe

What to wear: Please dress in white (the color of purity), with red head scarves, or all red (the color of Petwo rites).

I don’t know that I’ve ever seen videos used to promote a novel before. Sure, I’ve seen TV ads for books–rarely–but viral clips? Whole new world. To me, anyway.

I’m not sure Tomas is the sort of thing I’ll read, but the images are nice:

—Tomas (website) and Tomas (book) via Creative Review

Photos posted on eBay show what can be viewed as a lemon that is claimed to look like a male genital.

The seller claims that the disfigure lemon fell off the his lemon tree the same day Michael Jackson died. He believes that it also looks like the penis of Michael Jackson. Images were posted to prove that the lemon had not been altered in any way, shape or form.

—eBay via Terra.com

[via my pal, George]

Of course I frown on manscaping–especially in the armpit/chestal area–and ordinarily, I’d pass right by this clip. However, you gotta admit it’s a pretty weird thing when Gillette spends a wad of cash on an animated spot to convince impressionable young guys that they ought to trim their pubes just so their ‘nads will look bigger. Not a weird and wonderful thing, mind you. Just weird.

Personally, I blame Vin Diesel and Brazilian waxes for all this anti-hair sentiment. How long will it be until my worst fear is realized and I awake to a world of Zac Efron clones?

http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=4945788&server=vimeo.com&show_title=1&show_byline=1&show_portrait=0&color=&fullscreen=1

What can I say? I’m a sucker for amped-up dancehall. (FYI, the rest of the album is pretty good, too.)