On our way to opening night of OUTFEST to watch the documentary “Circus of Books.” Circus of Books was the first place that was willing to sell my zines. I remember the owner, Karen Mason, saying, “Why are you doing this? There’s no money in zines.” 😁 I found her candor refreshing and inspiring. Circus of Books gave me the courage and confidence to create. 2 years and 15 issues later, here we are.
Director Paul Mazursky prepping Robert Culp, Natalie Wood and Dyan Cannon for the "orgy scene" in Bob & Carol & Ted & Alice. The movie is celebrating its 50th anniversary this year. I still have yet to see this movie. Adding it to my weekend movie-a-thon along with a bunch of Tab Hunter movies this weekend.
Here is the back cover of my latest Hollywood true crime zine, “50,000,000 Tab Fans Can’t Be Wrong.” Out soon!
𝙾𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚏 𝙹𝚞𝚕𝚢 𝟷𝟾, 𝟷𝟿𝟾𝟿, 𝟸𝟷-𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛-𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜, 𝚁𝚎𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚌𝚊 𝚂𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚎𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛, 𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚞𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚏𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚎𝚛, 𝙹𝚘𝚑𝚗 𝙱𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚘. 𝙱𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚘 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚝𝚜 𝚂𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚎𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚝 𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚝-𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚙 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚋𝚞𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚘𝚖 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔, 𝚜𝚘 𝚂𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚎𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚡𝚒𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚊 𝚏𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐'𝚜 𝚐𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚜 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚛𝚜. 𝚂𝚑𝚎'𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚋𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚎, 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝙵𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚜 𝙵𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝙲𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚘𝚕𝚊 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚞𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚛 "𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙶𝚘𝚍𝚏𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝟹." 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚜 𝙱𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚘 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎. 𝙷𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚋𝚢 𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚠𝚜 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚊 𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚔𝚎. 𝙷𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚂𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚎𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛'𝚜 𝚋𝚞𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛. 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚛, 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎. 𝙱𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚋𝚢 𝚜𝚊𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐, "𝙸 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜." 𝙷𝚎 𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚜 𝚊 𝚐𝚞𝚗 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝚋𝚊𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚝𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚛. 𝙵𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢, 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚌𝚔 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝙷𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚢𝚠𝚘𝚘𝚍: 𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚎𝚍 (𝙸𝚜𝚜𝚞𝚎 #𝟽).
And off to the printer’s we go. Did you know that Warner Bros. Records exists today because of Tab Hunter?
Here we go. I haven’t been this excited about a movie in awhile! Fingers crossed!
This is how I spend my Friday night, researching the life and death of Sharon Tate by candle light. All the bulbs went out in my dining room and I can’t seem to find the right light bulb so at the moment I write by lap top light and candle light. The candelabra is thanks to a good friend of mine who gave it to me as a housewarming present.
Putting the finishing touches to “Dead in Hollywood: Here Lies Sharon Tate” and once again, I’m finding it hard to say goodbye. Seeing “Once Upon a Time in Hollywood” last night didn’t help my summertime obsession with Tate. But after tonight - and after weeks of working on this latest issue -I can finally put Sharon Tate to rest. Tate’s wasted potential makes me ponder my own. Close your eyes, close your eyes and relax...
I’m back from vacation and I have some very exciting zines and events coming up! So please don’t go anywhere. I’m also happy to announce - and on the deathiversary of Tab Hunter - that I am putting the finishing touches on the zine “50,000,000 Tab Fans Can’t Be Wrong” on the life and death of Hollywood hard on and closeted gay boy, Tab Hunter (for those of you waiting on your orders, I will be doing two big mailings this week - internationally and domestically). Also, if you don’t know who Tab Hunter is you should start watching some of his movies before you check out my zine!
"𝙸 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗' 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚢𝚊, 𝙵𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚎! 𝙸𝚝'𝚜 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐. 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚔. 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚙𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚞𝚕. 𝙸𝚝'𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚑 𝚗𝚎𝚠 '𝚟𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎!"
-𝚃𝚘𝚍𝚍 𝚃𝚘𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚠 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙹𝚘𝚑𝚗 𝚆𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜' 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚒𝚎, "𝙿𝚘𝚕𝚢𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛."
𝙻𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚘𝚗 𝙹𝚞𝚕𝚢 𝟾𝚝𝚑, 𝟸𝟶𝟷𝟾, 𝚃𝚊𝚋 𝙷𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚊𝚌𝚔. 𝙷𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝟾𝟼. 𝙸𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝟷𝟿𝟻𝟶𝚜, 𝙷𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚎𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚖 "𝙷𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚢𝚠𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚋." 𝙰 "𝚏𝚊𝚗 𝚏𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎" 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚝. 𝙷𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 "𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐-𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚛𝚞𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚜" 𝚘𝚏 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚐𝚊𝚢 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝟸𝟶𝟶𝟻 𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚘𝚋𝚒𝚘𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚑𝚢, "𝚃𝚊𝚋 𝙷𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚊𝚕." 𝙸𝚝'𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚜 𝙸'𝚖 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚍𝚍𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 - 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 "𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙽𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚎𝚛: 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙻𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙲𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚁𝚒𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚁𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚣 "𝚋𝚢 𝙿𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚙 𝙲𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚘. 𝙷𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚔: "𝙸 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝, '𝙻𝚘𝚘𝚔, 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚜𝚎'𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚑 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚜𝚎'𝚜 𝚊𝚜𝚜 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙸'𝚖 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚎.'"
Nicole Brown Simpson and Ron Goldman were murdered by football star, OJ Simpson . Bizarrely, this event ends up shaping our childhoods.