Easter

Gay C/DC rocks the stage

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The band played a number of 80s hits, and I felt effortlessly at home.

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More than 20 Jesii competed in the Hunky Jesus contest

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More than 20 scantily clad Jesii took the stage at the Hunky Jesus contest in Golden Gate Park’s Hellman Hollow (named after a generous local financier). The sheer variety of interpretations is inspiring. In the top photo, there’s Carpenter Jesus, Space Jesus, USA Jesus, Vacation Jesus, and one more. You can also see the back of Garfield the photographer’s head. Why Garfield on Easter?

Below is Muscle Jesus, Vegan Jesus, Roller Disco Jesus, Actually Jesus, and Baby Jesus. The third group include Banana Jesus and a possessed by the devil Jesus.

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Only now have I heard about Empty Tomb Cake

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I consider myself an Easter fan, including all the S&M events prior to the resurrection. I’ve even visited his tomb in the Church of the Holy Sepulchre in Jerusalem. For reasons I cannot fathom, I’ve only just learned about an (American) tradition of serving Empty Tomb Cakes for Easter. Wow! I would love to eat Jesus’ tomb!

Here’s how Aaron Hartzler describes his mother’s baking craft:

An edible replica of the cave where Jesus was buried after dying on the cross for our sins, the Empty Tomb Cake is the standard passion week centerpiece in my childhood home. It is frosted in gray, surrounded by a field of green coconut grass, and finished off with a Hostess Ding-Dong as the stone that was rolled away. On Saturday night, after everyone goes to bed, Mom steals into the kitchen under cover of night and rolls the Hostess Ding-Dong away from the door of the Empty Tomb Cake, then retouches the frosting. On Easter morning Jesus has risen — right there in the middle of the kitchen table.

2 shades of tight mint fabric in Jesus good friday salute. Are they filling the baskets for easter?

Thank you, the New York Times, for sharing this photo of the good friday celebration in Malaga, Spain. And thanks to Joe My God by labeling this photo “easter baskets,” which i believe has to do with the tight fit of this lovely 2 shades of mint uniform. I imagine they roared like lions, or maybe brayed like coyotes. One commenter suggests

Muscular men in tight uniforms with protruding bulges parading a naked man in boundage. I say it’s a pride parade.

Are no pants days really over for this year?

My interest in Shinto practice continues to deepen. I love a religion that brings the rice harvest to the city, and instructs men to go pants-less in public. Certainly there are many particularities I am still unfamiliar with.  The repetitive flute and metal percussion music puts me in a trance, and opens me to the possibility that these gods inhabit my neighborhood and are responsible for my daily meals. But ideas and concepts would be nothing without the flagrant masochism and exhibitionism central to the rituals.

It’s like the Catholic Easter passion, but better because of its multiplicity. There is more than one suffering man, and more than one god. If this is pagan, I am unable to resist. I will ask the gods this year to decontaminate the rice harvest.