#LatterDays

[unblogparaloschicos]

Cine: Latter Days (2003)

El título de la película alude a la "Iglesia de Jesucristo de los Santos de los Últimos Días", organización religiosa cuyos miembros son conocidos como "mormones". Cuatro jóvenes arriban a Los Angeles con la misión explícita de comunicar su fe, todos ellos llevando el título de "Elder" (son chicos de entre dieciocho y veinticinco años): Elder Aaron Davis (Steve Sandboss), Elder Paul Ryder (Joseph Gordon-Levitt), Elder Harmon (Rob McElhenney) y Elder Gilford (Dave Power). El grupo se hospeda en un complejo habitacional y descubre que su vecino es Christian (Wes Ramsey), un joven abierta, orgullosa y (también hay que decirlo) promiscuamente gay que trabaja de mesero en Lila´s, un restaurante propiedad de Lila Montagne (la ganadora del Globo de Oro e ícono cinematográfico Jacqueline Bisset).

El inevitable choque de pensamientos y creencias genera una grieta entre los cinco, pero es Aaron quien, luego de un pequeño accidente en el patio, ayuda al díscolo Christian con su herida e inicia un acercamiento que lo aterra porque teme convertirse en una deshonra para su familia y su comunidad, además de ser excomulgado. Pero el amor puede ser más fuerte que el temor, ¿o no?

Una vez más, los prejuicios (los de Aaron y los de sus compañeros, pero también los de Christian) se convierten en una amenaza a la interacción e incluso a la vida humana. La historia de C. Jay Cox, autor y director del filme, tiene muchos puntos en contacto con la de Aaron, aunque su obra no es estrictamente biográfica: proveniente de una familia mormona, luego asumió su homosexualidad tras su paso por Los Angeles. Así, logró una película considerada de culto en la riquísima y variopinta historia de la cinematografía LGBTQ: cálida, divertida e incluso tensa debido a los efectos de la decisión de sus protagonistas, a los que se suma Mary Kay Place como la atribulada madre de Aaron, Rebekah Johnson como Julie, gran amiga de Christian, Khary Payton, en el rol de Andrew, un compañero de trabajo (también gay) de éste, y Erik Palladino, que interpreta a Keith, a quien Christian ayuda debido a que enfrenta el sida en su estado final.

[religion-is-a-mental-illness]

"Back in 1826, a New York court convicted 21 year old Joseph Smith for being a disorderly person and con artist who tricked folks out of their money by claiming to find lost treasures with his magic seer stones…

And, less than a year later, he founded Mormonism by discovering some gold tablets that only he could read with his magic seer stones…

In a hat…"

Dum, dum, dum, dum, dum.

[ubersaur]

ok so my understanding is some ppl don't consider mormoninsm a christian faith because it's too weird?

[fleshphagus]

Mormon found

[heartofashepherd]

Nebuchadnezzar’s Dream: A Panorama of History (Daniel 2:28-45) -Auditori...

[zmkccommonplace]

What we're risking is a wide-scale loss of purpose.

Nick Hilton, The Ned Ludd Radio Hour, talking about AI

[weneverlearn]

Lost STIV BATORS footage found - made into amazing new video!!

Interview with Stiv solo/latterday Dead Boys bassist, Frank Secich, about how this new clip appeared - featuring exclusive pix!!

"Me and Stiv Bators at record release party for the Orchids in Hollywood in 1979." - Frank Secich (photo by Lisa Secich)

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Frank Secich is an endlessly inspiring rock'n'roll lifer who began his career as bass player for the great early 1970s Northeast, Ohio, proto-power pop legends, Blue Ash.

Later in the decade he hooked up with fellow rust-belter, Stiv Bators, as part of Stiv's ongoing post-Dead Boys projects. That sometimes led to Dead Boys reunions too, of which Frank was the faithful bottom end. -- You can read this full interview I did with Frank a few years ago when he released his wild biography, Circumstantial Evidence.

"Me with Stiv Bators at my old apartment on the West Hill in Sharon, PA, December 17, 1978. I think we (me, Stiv, Lisa and Cynthia Ross) went to see the Talking Heads and hang out that night in Youngstown!" - Frank Secich (photo by Lisa Secich)

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But first check out this INCREDIBLE new video for "Circumstantial Evidence"!

Circumstantial Evidence - Stiv Bators Band

Frank got the video from his pal who made it last week, and when he posted it on Facebook, it led to a goodly portion of classic punk fandom freaking out.

I asked Frank if he could answer a couple of quick questions about the new video, and as it turns out his friend made a new Dead Boys video from found 1979 footage too, which can be seen on Frank's FB page.

For now, check out the interview with Secich below.

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So, who made this video, and this is the first time you've seen it, right?

Frank Secich: The first time I ever saw the "Circumstantial Evidence" video was a few days ago. Filmmaker Rob Luttrell just recently made it with his old film he had found and restored. He sent it to me, and I was stunned and shocked how good it was. It was the first time I had ever seen these old clips in "Circumstantial Evidence" from footage that he shot at the Whisky a Go Go in L.A. and the Heat Club and Town Hall in New York City in 1980. Stiv's solo band at this point was Stiv Bators, Jimmy Zero, guitar, George Cabaniss, guitar, David Quinton Steinberg on drums and me on bass. Also, guest starring in the video is Dee Dee Ramone!

Stiv Bators and Frank Secich recording "It's Cold Outside" at Bijou Studios in Hollywood, CA in April, 1979. - Frank Secich (photo by Theresa Kereakes)

"Frank Secich, Stiv Bators and Greg Shaw (Bomp Records head) recording "It's Cold Outside" at Bijou Studios in Hollywood in April of 1979." - Frank Secich (photo by Theresa Kereakes)

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So Robert had all that original film? Will we maybe see more such footage?

F.S.: Yes, there is one more of "Sonic Reducer" from 1979. Rob and Marty Abrahams made this one in early 1980. We used to use it as a promo film back then, and we would play it right before we took the stage. Rob has digitalized it and improved it, and it is very cool. It features the Dead Boys at that moment -- Stiv Bators, Johnny Blitz, Jimmy Zero, George Cabaniss, and myself. Cheetah had just broken his wrist right before this gig at Irving Plaza, so George was filling in for him. This film was done at Irving Plaza in New York City in January, 1980.

While watching the videos, what are some memories that popped to mind?

F.S.: I was just flooded with memories. Rob really captured the spirit of our chaos back then. We used to have so much fun. It really was a wild ride like that almost every night; and of course you could never predict what Stiv might do. It was an exciting time and we toured North America constantly from 1979 until January of 1981, with slight variations of that band. I am really glad the line-up of the band has been preserved on film for posterity.

Do you have specific memories about any of the shows that are seen in this clip?

F.S.: The fans ripping Stiv's shirt off are indelibly imprinted in my mind. He would also hang himself on stage with a microphone cord which would scare the hell out of me. One time during those gigs we were all flying around on stage, and I turned around quickly and he jumped up and I accidentally knocked him out cold with my bass. He came to pretty quick and said to me, "Did it look cool?" I said "yeah!" The Stiv beer fountain at the end of the film is really cool as well.

"Donna Santisi's cool photo of me and Stiv at the Tropicana Motel in W. Hollywood in early 1979!"

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Anything you want to say at all about these new videos…?

F.S.: It really brought back such great memories of a time and place that was very special and now forever gone. In one day, there have been over 5,000 plus views of "Circumstantial Eveidence" just on my Facebook site, and people's reactions have been amazing. I hope that Rob has more films because these are very special and quite a tribute Stiv and his legacy.

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Hope you will remember those days at the Whisky after seeing the video. I used what I could salvage after 44 years of deterioration (mold and color loss and scratches). These two films were shot on no budget before MTV existed. - Rob Luttrell

"Mick Rock's picture sleeve photo of Stiv and Frank for Bomp's single "Not That Way Anymore" in 1980." - Frank Secich

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All photos exclusive and courtesy of Frank Secich.

[orpheusdrinkinga40inadeathbasket]

My younger brother is critical of my work. He finds some of my films awful. And my older brother, he thinks every single film I’ve made is lousy and boring. ‘Argh, you’ve done another one. My butt is getting numb.’ But this is fine. I’m transparent. I do not hide behind the films or hunker down in the trench. I stick my head up. And I can live with that because I know who I am. I’m at ease with who I am.

[da-gamingojichan]

welcome to my twisted ankle.

(picture above is not mine unfortunately)

i am DA gaming oji chan (from minecraft because hypixel forced me to change my username from dilf_hunter420 <\3). Heres my awezome information

- ITAGER FOR FUCKING EVER!!!!!! THEY ARE TRUTH

- TRANS SEME ITALY TRUTHER (still draw him with a penis sometimes tho lol cuz i love penis. but know that im lying when I do that just like how im lying when i draw itager fucking because they dont. dey married but dont fuck)

- member of the church of girlcock of latterday saints

- FUTA IS WHEN THERES BOTH GENITALS. IF BOTH AINT THERE THATS JUST A TRANS PERSON!!!!!!!!

- femsub is the antichrist i only believe in GBL you will Never. Ever. see BGL. if everyone loves BGL then that means i have passed away i will always hate that shit it is against gods will for a woman to be penetrated and dominated by a man

- i only believe in sex with love (no shade if others rock without love. but i dont make content of people that dont have love)

- i have a true love fetish and marriage kink and also love vanilla and saying i love you during sex i always draw hearts

- theres nothing more seme than being transgender AMEN!

- audreyhunniepop is my bro's alias since he's too shy to be named directly but uh. you all probably know exactly who he is lol. anyways da-gamingojichan is where his nsfw will be posted on his behalf too because maiboisalidelshai ^_^ just know thats who im referring to whenever i talk about audreyhunniepop

100 THRUSTS 100 FUCKS 100 SUCKS AND A 10 HOUR GOONING SESSION EVERY. SINGLE. DAY!

oke das about it. im hashtag shy so erm. i dont think ill write big long sex scenarios and stuff because thats embarassing. but feel free to send me anything in my inbox YAY!

ROBOOTY SEX SECRET RECIPE: a cup of consent + a spoonful of awezome and a whole lotta love!

[octavianacidicbreastmilk]

Being herself a grotesque, perhaps the Sphinx had some feeling for the man who was both victor and victim – did a tear trickle down from cheek, to breast, to paw? What creature goes on four legs, two legs, and finally three? Such celestial ironies have their humbler enquirer in the Sunday-school child who almost puts up – but doesn’t quite – his pre-pubescent hand to ask the ageing Sister about mankind’s expanding family tree one generation from Adam and Eve. This same uneasy story being the funded subject of some Doctor of Paleoanthropology, more used to fingering arrowed flints in lint-free cotton gloves than pondering the stained alleles, shuffled and stacked by the exoduses of early hominids. She doesn’t know it, but she’s haunted by those ‘small family pockets’ of not-yet-people, trapped a desert’s span from extinction; by whether the blackened skull she’s nicknamed Miranda, unearthed in a dusty cave-site grave and interspersed with the numbered fingerbones of her son – her probable lover – and the fragmented fibula of a daughter / granddaughter, felt anything like the shame their researcher betrays in the euphemism of her title: Stone Age Migrationsand the Problem of Exogamy. Think how Antigone, in the play that really belongs to her father, is revealed to live in a riddle of genealogy. Or her unlikely latterday incarnation in the plot of Polanski’s grainy, neo-noir LA: Faye Dunaway’s fur-draped, ill-fated femme, when confronted by the raging private detective who is Jack Nicholson and who loves her takes each of his slaps – her cheek, then her other cheek, then the first, and again, and again – until she can barely speak those two words that sound at first like polarities, until we realise, terribly, with him, the special violence done to her, and to language’s taxonomies – that it is possible, though we have no word, to be someone’s sister and mother. Cursed offspring of a riddled, blinded Theban king, left to die in the desert, between human and beast.

Loop of Jade by Sarah Howe

[zooterchet]

Hits on East German Stasi

The Stasi, are an industrial commune, based on the involuntary and illicit commitment of the family members of those in industry or the military, having featured a loss of life to be paid to community by pederasty's model of a man or woman or child or elder or pet, however under pharmaceutical toxins appropriate for writing model analysis by doctors.

Run out of East Berlin, as an intelligence service based on invasions of privacy and medical freedom, they are a staunchly Christian union, Protestant-Jewish, not the developments far prior to the support of society by the hunt of Christ; the soldier or cop or actor, however homosexual, the removal of a man's right to breed through gay sex for mimicry, or the woman's development into her own self independent of dramatic posture.

Aside from the NSA HUMINT developments for the freedom of records (1960s and 1970s), phone lines (1980s and 1990s), and router signals (2000s and 2010s), with the final nationalization of ISPs envisioned under Reagan, let's understand my hits against the East German Mob.

Each of these, is an industrial interests activist, against unions and marijuana use, serving and servitoring their interests in the Church of Satan's demibreed, the Church of Latterday Saints.

Anatole Rizzuto.

Rory Ahlquist.

Marv Albert.

Donald Trump.

Alice Charlebois.

Whitey Bulger.

Carlin Sarkesian.

Boris Yeltsin.

Charlton Heston.

John Gotti.

Philip Enfield.

Scott Peterson.

Lacy Jae Slaunwhite

Nicholas Maynard.

Anne McMurray.

Victoria Deveraux.

Richard Coughlin.

Harvey Weinstein.

Jair Bonosornos.

George Soros.

Osama Bin Laden.

Allison Haimes.

Jessica Bailey.

Queen Elizabeth II.

Brian Monaghan.

Joshua Moen.

Gwenn Pratt.

John Washburne.

Duane Chapman.

Keith Velasquez.

Stan Lee.

Barack Obama.

Raven Laventi.

Marisa Tomasic.

Christine Warren.

Rich Kyanka.

Brian Warner.

Cassie-Leigh Stock.

Elgin James.

Alexandra Rhzanova.

Michael Fargnoli.

Daryu Ritta.

[religion-is-a-mental-illness]

Muhammad's playbook.

[heresthatrhythmagain]

things i loved in july

[lavenite]

i dont even listen to that much rap but it doesnt matter cause you people never listen to any black artists in any genre that you like !!!!!!!! anyway here are a few non white artists i like in my favorite genre from the top of my head :

kimya dawson , andy warpigs , a day without love , anus kings (also plays as sunny war), king strang , porch cat , marissa sendejas (of solo work / chad hates george / doom scroll / chatterbox and the latterday satanists) and jesse sendejas (of days n daze / chad hates george / escape from the zoo)

[crimkit]

11/04/24

A warm Sunday afternoon beneath a tree—I recline all a-supine, sunbeams cutting through leafcover—I could almost use a hayblade in my mouth

to complete the facade. These kindly, yellow months: I live right in these times with worry nokinds, anxiety's kithandkin absent, no anger, anguish, allsoforth...

Clouds curl like vinetendrils around the sky, sinking around and into each and every other in dovesoft embrace, white as same yet cold as the palerime

watermatter of whose stuff they are made. As I remain in place, all else remains in back/forth flux: leafcover shudders, cumulus gives way to cirrocumulus

gives way to a brightwide sapphiric glow (she of Lesbos, I'm sure, would relish this microbreeze. It's pliable, but with a leaden constancy)--my eyes shut.

I miss this asceticism, transcending-and-renouncing of desires (even just for this subarboric moment)— could it lead to a kind of creative apotheosis? Maybe,

but it's just a hypothesis. The hippies might have it right, in spirit anyway: tuning out from the drag, man, and hooking into the Great Pyramidsystem

we all came from; latterday hippies who drink organically freerange kombucha (made only with veggiefed SCOBYs, of course); a freerun kind of

freelove (sober, unhormonated 'cuz that artificial shit ain't in the Great Design); the biggest baggest pants you'll ever see—yet, even still,

these hippies might seem hep, in the know with Happenings (physical, in the astral plane, et- ceteraetcetera) but these latterday hippies still live

on their phones; still live hyperconnected in the same usecases, posting the same posts—they're pluggedrightin, wiredrightup—L.D.H.s buying the same things I might

from the same places, eating the same undersized and overpriced food—in the end, it's a matter of degrees. The hippie-writer-ascetic-treehugger life calls, but

the line is dead, in this age of waves and radiation. I open up my eyes, see leafcover a-shiver—new clouds, new shapes, these ones not so viney:

ooh, a sailboat!, that one's a hand!, that one looks like a brand-spanking-new Black & Decker saw!, et- ceteraetcetera. I'm happy where-and-when I am,

under this tree—my own lifetime beckons me on, and I bet those hippies never had any coffee that was quite so good as mine.