BOY WOLF: A Prophet of Pleasure


It isn’t everyday that you witness someone fuck themselves with a horn nor bathe and quench their thirst by pouring milk all over their body. Is this shock value, avant garde pubescence or simply how life is in a certain realm of thought?

Performance artist Paul Leopold’s Boy Wolf is the alternative answer to Generation Y’s America. Through spoken word, song, poetry, movement, video, myth and ritual, Boy Wolf invites his audience of peers to join in on the enchantment of his story, self-described as “a suburban prince’s fall into urban decadence, told as an orgasmic bacchanal drenched with animal sexuality”. Yet, it can also be aptly described as a prophecy of ultimate (and libidinal) pleasure through a queer lens. He is not concerned with the functions of capital America because he seems to have fallen out of that black hole with his first nocturnal emission; he is overwhelmed by the beauty of the pleasure that is excavated within parameters of sexual taboos.

Boy Wolf’s rituals seem to separate his work into a series of liberations. Boy Wolf, clad in meat and saran wrap, frees himself from the skin given to him by our world by cutting it off to reveal himself nude, or his natural state of another dimension. He liberates himself from the world of known reality while paying respect to it by binding himself with tefillin, which is used within the Hebrew faith to remind observant jews of god’s role in the exodus of Egypt. He adapts a new skin of latex and further cleanses himself in a shower of milk and ingests his own “meat” to pay respect to his earlier self. Boy Wolf then invites the audience to celebrate his Peter Pan-like pubescence through communal dance and song whilst protecting the energy Boy Wolf has shared with them.


Boy Wolf, as a product of the American Dream, refuses to wear the crown of the appropriation of dishonest diversity, the consistent yearn for attention of simple doings, the divine power of fiscality and, most importantly, the condemnation of the human body’s natural desires, which rings true as the Millennial American Dream. While the audience may feel shocked, it is a desire for true freedom that hooks them.

- Ryan Streit

- Photos by Tinker Coalescing for MIX NYC


The 26th annual MIX FESTIVAL opens today and seriously if you’re queer or queer friendly you MUST check it out! Radical beauties from around the world have taken over an enormous warehouse in Gowanus and outfitted it with dozens of largescale installations where tons of film screenings, performances and parties will happen all week!

We’re particularly excited about BOY WOLF's 30 min live performance on FRI at 11pm, Jason Ryan Yamas' “Not Me, Murphy” SAT at 8pm & DJ's ECON & VIV's all vynl all night long deep house set on Sat night.

Oh and did we mention that MIX NYC is an inclusive and diverse queer space where ANYTHING CAN AND WILL HAPPEN?! Yeah its pretty much the most exciting thing in the world this week. Check out the website, put some spandex on and fly over the rainbow!!!

"As I mourned by the sea, two images came to mind, watermarking the paper-colored sky. The first was the face of his wife, Laurie. She was his mirror; in her eyes you can see his kindness, sincerity, and empathy. The second was the ‘great big clipper ship that he longed to board, from the lyrics of his masterpiece, ‘Heroin.’ I envisioned it waiting for him beneath the constellation formed by the souls of the poets he so wished to join. Before I slept, I searched for the significance of the date — October 27 — and found it to be the birthday of both Dylan Thomas and Sylvia Plath. Lou had chosen the perfect day to set sail — the day of poets, on Sunday morning, the world behind him."
- Patti Smith on Lou Reed



Maybe I shouldn’t have worn my neon tribal-print Muumuu to the Telfar show on Sunday. I’d walked in thinking I looked funky and fun, but as more and more attendees began to fill the room, clad largely in Hood By Air, circle lens glasses, and avant-garde streetwear, I began to feel more and more like this was the first day of high school, and the cafeteria was filling up with kids I was too scared to introduce myself to.

There was Ruth Gruca clad in a black leather catsuit unzipped to reveal a black leather bra, gamely flashing her Mona Lisa smile for a stream of photographers. Venus X sat a few seats down from her, also looking stunning in head-to-toe black. Boychild slouched in the front row, looking tough as nails in artfully torn jeans that revealed plaid boxers. Cody Critcheloe, singer of one of my favorite bands, walked in on the arm of Casey Jane Ellison, creator of one of my favorite web series.  A boy I estimated to be about 11 years old came in dressed head-to-toe in Hood By Air—including those weird beaded necklaces they started making—and proceeded to engage in what looked like laid-back small talk and high fives with other cool kids in the front row. I’m not sure which was more intimidating—a tween that is more comfortable in his own skin than I am, or a tween that counts himself among the people who understand the appeal of Hood By Air (I’m just not ready for tribal designs. Just…not yet).

In other words, the crowd looked like a copy of V Magazine had come to life, and as I leaned against the wall in the Highline Room of the Standard Hotel, I couldn’t shake the feeling that I had somehow gotten in by mistake. My insecurity wasn’t helped by a lingering Bushwig hangover, exacerbated by the glaring LCD curtain and endlessly repeated synthesizer voices that played before the show started. After roughly the 325th time a robotic voice welcomed us to the show and asked us to take our seats, the show began. has described Telfar Clemens' work as “neither conceptual nor accessible.” I know this reads like a fashion koan, but it's actually a very apt description of the Telfar S/S 14 collection. Titled “Mainstream: Fluid,” the show featured extremely streamlined pieces of menswear in a desert camouflage palette, many of which were constructed from sports mesh. The show would have been a straightforward streetwear show were it not complicated by a generous portion of feminine silhouettes draped over the models' ripped bodies; alongside the mesh trousers, dress shirts and tanks popped up halter tops, skirts, and string-tied speedos. Details like keyhole closures and asymmetrical cutaway hems sprinkled a few more gender question marks into the story.

Telfar Clemens has said in the past that he admired Jean Paul Gauthier for creating designs that were for either men or women, but where Gauthier’s fetish-inspired designs brought a feminine showiness to men’s clothing, the Telfar S/S14 show eschewed ornamentation altogether (apart from friendship bracelets and a few charms dangling from shoes.) The fabric and color story were unassuming, but the feminine touches in the collection came off as particularly jarring on the hyper-masculine bodies of the models, who flexed, posed, and approached the runway with a charming dominance that I think the kids call “swagger.”

While I admired his fresh take on androgyny, there were elements that came off as ridiculous. For one thing, I couldn’t stop thinking about those guys on Reddit who took photos of themselves in gym shorts-cum-dresses. I also didn’t follow the reasoning behind the images of blue caterpillars on the LED screen or the cash register sound effect that punctuated each model’s entrance to the runway. But in the end, these inscrutable elements were dwarfed by my admiration of Telfar’s boldness in gender experimentation. I found the collection more subdued and simple in silhouette than I would have liked, but then again I do have a soft spot for the loud and tacky (see: the neon muumuu I was wearing). And ultimately, the understated nature of the collection was part of the message: that menswear needn’t be campy, showy, or ostentatious to be androgynous and basic sportswear can challenge our dominant ideas about gender.

Shane Shane

J.K. Rowling is Writing a New Harry Potter Movie



Yes, you read that title correctly. We never thought it would happen, but J.K. Rowling is continuing the Harry Potter universe in a new film based on one of Hogwarts' textbooks, Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them.

Rowling published a set of Hogwarts reading material years ago that included the Care of Magical Creatures Text, “written” by Newt Scamander. The English author explains that the film will be set in New York City 70 years before Harry Potter learned he was a wizard:

"It all started when Warner Bros. came to me with the suggestion of turningFantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them into a film. I thought it was a fun idea, but the idea of seeing Newt Scamander, the supposed author of Fantastic Beasts, realized by another writer was difficult. Having lived for so long in my fictional universe, I feel very protective of it and I already knew a lot about Newt. As hard-core Harry Potter fans will know, I liked him so much that I even married his grandson, Rolf, to one of my favourite characters from the Harry Potter series, Luna Lovegood."


"As I considered Warners’ proposal," Rowling continues, "an idea took shape that I couldn’t dislodge. That is how I ended up pitching my own idea for a film to Warner Bros."

Rowling says, “Although it will be set in the worldwide community of witches and wizards where I was so happy for 17 years, Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them is neither a prequel nor a sequel to the Harry Potter series, but an extension of the wizarding world. The laws and customs of the hidden magical society will be familiar to anyone who has read the Harry Potter books or seen the films, but Newt’s story will start in New York, 70 years before Harry’s gets underway.”



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9-11. the day aMERica “woke up”
9-11. the day Saturn was in Gemini (the Twins)
9-11. building 7, Solomon’s Square 
9-11. loose change, zeitgeist, truthers, tea partiers, occupiers, conspiracy goes mainstream
9-11. war on terror, bank bailouts, arab spring, egyptian uprising, whistleblowers, shift from saturn-pluto to pluto-uranus square, the world on fire
9-11. somewhere between a performance art ritual, a political documentary, a nightlife cabaret and a collective public intervention comes the EMERGE.AND.SEE 

Tinder: The Future of Hooking Up?


The idea to dive into the world of Tinder began when two gay friends of mine introduced me into their world of Grindr, the gay hook up app. For the most part we just laughed at profile photos and asked for dick pics, which the men of Grindr are only too happy to supply. But every now and again my friends would score some hot guy who could carry on a conversation and was somewhat decent in bed. What more could you ask for from a free phone app?

A first I found the whole idea vaguely reminiscent of an escort service. You looked at pictures, said yes or no purely based on looks and then had a very short conversation that ended in number exchange and plans to ‘meet up for a drink’. It all seemed very trashy and, well, kinda slutty. But why were my friends so engrossed? I’m pretty sure on the scale of slutty, 1 being a virgin nun and 10 being that Asian girl who holds the world record for the most fucks in a single hour, they were a 4, maybe a 5. So why were they participating?

I remember getting an Ok Cupid account a few years back. Nothing ever really came of it. I once met a guy at a bowling ally only to shamelessly climb out the bathroom window when I realized how heavily his pictures had been photo shopped. And the whole thing was quite a chore. Having to fill out an extensive profile with section heading like “About me”, “What’s my favorite book/music/movie” and “Something you should know about me”. I never know what to write and it doesn’t really matter cause whatever you put, you’re gonna look douchey. Then you had to answer questions you’d never even thought about in your life and rate their importance to you. I would find myself constantly clicking skip until I got bored and went back on Myspace. And that was it. As far as I was concerned Tinder was going to be the same thing.

Things changed after I broke it off with my rebound from a previous relationship. I was ready to rebound from my rebound, but going out to a bar and trying to find a guy that wasn’t a dick/scary/creep/cheating on his girlfriend seemed daunting. Also I’m far too lazy to take off my pajamas, put down the bong, drag myself away from The Wire and make myself public worthy with no promise of any results. And I’ve always hated trying to meet people at bars. But maybe Tinder would be different. How is it that if a guy buys you a drink at a bar, it’s often creepy because you’re unsure of their intentions but if you interact with them via social media with a sure bet they want to fuck you, that drink is no longer so creepy? So I created a Tinder.

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