Movies Taught Me How to Love by Bastard Keith
If you want to learn how to fuck, the movies are a terrible place to begin. They are aesthetically dishonest and often dangerously impractical. For starters, you will [...]
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AUTHENTICITY MONTH: Diane, Chapter Seven by Bastard Keith 10.25.12
“Now, this is gonna be real simple if you just do what I tell you, okay?” Rose held the boy’s face in her hands. He gazed at her with a weak sort of ecstasy and [...]
AUTHENTICITY MONTH: Diane, Chapter Two by Bastard Keith 10.5.12
Breakfast was prepared the next morning with a kind of bullying haste. No sooner had Lance sat down and unfolded his newspaper than the plate was slid under his nose, [...]
AUTHENTICITY MONTH: ‘Diane, Chapter One’ by Bastard Keith 10.3.12
Diane found, finally, that the best thing about having Lance inside her was that it gave her an immense amount of time to think about literally [...]
CONSENT ISSUE: Defying Convention, Part 2 by Bastard Keith 9.20.12
A Democrat in the middle of an argument. So let’s talk about the Democrat problem. Shall we take it as read that we all watched the Republican National Convention and [...]
CONSENT ISSUE: Defying Convention, Part 1 by Bastard Keith 9.9.12
“Suck it, fags!” Your possible next president. If you, like me, are a voracious political junkie, then you know that there is no sweeter hit than the televised [...]
I’m Drunk by Bastard Keith 8.2.12
I am a hard-drinking lefty. Here’s what I believe. I believe in a woman’s right to choose. Not just reproductively. I believe in a woman’s right to [...]
What Makes Great Bad Art? by Bastard Keith 6/25/12
Last night, I paid full price to see Abraham Lincoln: Vampire Hunter. Delirious after the screening, I tweeted a few thoughts. Among them: “Forget what cinema has [...]
Pipes of Pandrogeny, by Bastard Keith
The two gentlemen in the row behind me had absolutely no idea what the film was about. They nattered pleasantly about art, residences both here in New York and [...]
Haywire, The Viral Factor, and Where the Action Is review by Bastard Keith
"Hello, I'm Gina Carano, and I'll be taking your ass apart this evening." There’s a really marvelous visceral moment buried in the midsection of [...]