tags: Music Lovers
Though we've long been champions of the brilliantly talented Swedish band The Sound of Arrows, we have reason to worry.
In past blog posts, we've celebrated the gorgeously blatant homoeroticism in the band's music videos (see here and here).
However, the music video for the song "Wonders" shows only the singer Stefan and not his mate Oskar. Had Oskar been present, perhaps these lyrics would have sounded unmistakably gay: "I'll never forget how you made me feel; come make me relive the wonders of that time, back when you were mine."
Even worse, the "Wonders" video features vintage clips of lots and lots of happy straight couples. Now correct us if we're wrong, but the straight world hardly needs any help with their lifestyle image — they're doing just fine as the 90% majority. What the world needs more of is what The Sound of Arrows used to portray — the joyous creative power inherent in male-male relationships.
The Sound of Arrows used to be interesting, used to be important. We're fairly convinced that the record label has taken significant steps to neuter the homoeroticism, for the sake of appealing to the heterosexual masses.
We couldn't feel more disappointed, especially as the head of the label, David Geffen, is himself a gay man.
tags: Michael Ian Black
I can do things with my thumb that most animals can only dream about.
—the inimitable Michael Ian Black
tags: Sperm Terms
From the "Temperature" section of our Dictionary of Semenyms:
warm substance - a heated mass; the very stuff of sultriness. “And for the first time that he ejaculated a warm substance inside your vagina, did accused get out on top of you?” —Supreme Court Advanced Decisions Vol. 209
You've heard the classic Zen riddle, "What is the sound of one hand clapping?" Well, in this photo, the guys are using a giant microphone to record "the sound of hand jerking."
tags: Sperm Terms
From the "Innocence & Experience" section of our Dictionary of Semenyms:
studjuice - a testosterone-laden liquid from a very manly man. “With years of pent-up passion, Billy and Tod weren’t interested in the romantic aspects of their new knowledge—all they knew was that they wanted to eat each other through their steamy sexbriefs and drink their studjuice through them.” —Anonymous