Sunday, March 1, 2015

Gay Space Cowboy



Recently a gaming buddy suggested that we take a break from our Pathfinder D&D game and try the new Star Wars system.  He asked if I would rather play a scoundrel on the edge of the frontier or a rebel against the Empire.  I deliberated for some time (I love the frontier, but the chance to try out an ahimsa insurgent?) until he got bored, finished his beer, and found someone else to talk to.  Late last night, though, the answer struck me.  Frontier, of course, because in what other game would I have a chance to play…

A Gay Space Cowboy.

Rainbow Rocket Ranger to the Rescue!  The Empire will never see him coming.  So here are some space cowboys, or gay cowboys, or gay space cowboys, for you to consider.

















Monday, November 3, 2014

Quickshots- Linda and Abilene

Among the dregs of B-movies on Netflix you can find a bizarre softcore sexploitation film called Linda and Abilene.  The description reads “In this erotic Western, two orphaned siblings struggle to suppress their feelings when they begin to develop a sexual attraction to each other.”  While that may sound like an interesting premise, it really is a struggle to understand what this film is about.  Mostly what I took away from it is that women in the old west wore pantyhose, and bad men liked to push them to the ground and dry hump them to death.  That is literally how the film begins, and the remainder of the film follows the daughter of our first victim falling into a regular, identical fate, when not doing tedious farm chores.  We also learn that once men see a woman nude they can never get the image out of their minds, and it will drive them forever to savagely dry hump every woman they encounter, or masturbate furiously under the covers.  Ninety minutes of dry humping and masturbation in the Wild West.  Who knew such a film existed?  Or needed to exist?

Friday, July 4, 2014

Monday, November 18, 2013

Ande Parks Explains Why the Lone Ranger Comic Fails



Take a look at the following Q&A from a recent interview with Lone Ranger comics scribe, Ande Parks…

NANCY COLLINS: What do you think today’s comic fan is looking for from a character like the Lone Ranger?

ANDE PARKS: They want to see the man’s values on display. They want to see that pillar of justice. They want the interplay between Lone Ranger and Tonto. They want action, but not without some meaning. I think, in the case of our book, they also want a sense for what the real Old West was like. I hope so, anyway… because we really try to get some of that history into the book. I think it adds another layer. It makes the heroic stories more believable, which elevates the heroism.

Doesn’t that make you want to read Lone Ranger?  Alas, Ande Parks’ Lone Ranger run fails to do any of that for me, which is why I quit reading it in the teens.  I often wonder why Dynamite gave Parks’ a shot at writing Lone Ranger, especially considering the following Q&A:

NANCY COLLINS: How familiar were you with the Lone Ranger before coming on as writer for the series?

ANDE PARKS: To be honest, not very. I had seen the show some as a kid, but I definitely not what you would have called a big fan. The first time I wrote the characters was in the Death of Zorro mini-series, and I struggled to find their voices in that first issue.

Still struggling, dude.  I applaud your efforts, though.


Sunday, November 17, 2013

La Ley del Revolver- Like Louis L’Amour, but with Nudity & Evisceration



So I finally figured out where Rafael Gallur publishes his fantastic western art- Mexican comic books, like La Ley del Revolver.  While western comics are few and far between here in the US, they are apparently all the rage south of the border.  

The art is simple, and that’s a good thing.  It’s like Mexico somehow skipped the Jack Kirby "everything is kinetic and crazy" movement, and then skipped the Joss Whedon decompressed comics movement that followed.  They just kept on drawing as if they were doing comic strips.  And while I love the changes and experiments in comics art that take place here in the US, I keep reading these little books and thinking, “huh, these are just fun.” 

Fun, that is, if your definition of fun involves constant sex and Tarantino-levels of violence.  The first fight scene I read involved one cowboy fighting off three bounty hunters.  He cut one’s head off with a bowie knife, threw the knife through a second’s chest, then set the third on fire before smashing his head to pieces on a rock. 

La Ley del Revolver sure isn’t going to win and Eisner or a Spur award any time soon, but they are a fun read, like sinking into a Louis L’Amour novel (if his characters were frequently naked and eviscerated).  







Sunday, October 27, 2013

The Day Manly-Man Walt Whitman Met Cowboy Oscar Wilde



So here's the thing about Oscar Wilde's tour of the American West... wait, you know about that, right?  There's a great murder mystery about it by Walter Satterthwait called Wilde West, and Jonah Hex met up with him in the Joe Lansdale / Tim Truman Riders of the Worm and Such miniseries (famous for having published the only letter I ever wrote to a comics company).  In 1882 Wilde came to American on what was to be a brief literary tour, but ended up staying for nearly a year.  People loved him, or loved to mock him, or both.  Wilde drank tea with the literary societies and slung back whiskey with miners in saloons.  In 1882 Oscar Wilde was the coolest thing to hit the West.  I'm guessing he got a lot of tail.  Speaking of which...




Oscar Wilde lampooned in a San Francisco magazine
So here's the thing about Oscar Wilde's tour of the American West... he met Walt Whitman, the manliest of men who ever loved manly men.  When they met, the local press interviewed Whitman, and here is what he said: "One of the first things I said was that I should call him ‘Oscar.’ ‘I like that so much,’ he answered, laying his hand on my knee. He seemed to me like a great big, splendid boy. He is so frank, and outspoken, and manly."


 
"That's right, I got me a piece of Wilde action."
Damn, that's some manly stuff right there. A blog called The Toast wrote about this in exquisite detail.  All that I am going to do here is quote from an article describing the meeting of two 19th century literary giants and let you wander on to read the actual post yourself.

This is a gift. You do realize that, don’t you? History has reached out to you specifically and given you a gift. The gift is the knowledge that Oscar Wilde once put his hand on Walt Whitman’s knee and then they drank elderberry wine together; the gift is that the next day a reporter turned up and Whitman expounded at length on his big, splendid boy.

Happy trails, pard!

Hex & Wilde, Cowboy Style