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The Holiday season is upon us and you know what that means! Well, it means a lot of things but mostly between you and me it just means I’m appearing in a lot more places. I’m so pleased announce  for the FIRST TIME EVER I’m in Tampa, Florida and Detroit, Michigan this December!

TAMPA BAY / ST. PETERSBURG

Friday, December 9th 2011 come meet me at Georgi’s Alibi. I’ll be at the club at 11 PM. As a special treat I’ll return January 21, 2012!

3100 3rd Avenue North
St. Petersburg, FL 33713
(727) 321-2112

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DETROIT, MICHIGAN

On December 10th come meet me at ICE Nightclub.

ICE Nightclub
11425 Jos. Campau
Hamtramck, MI 48212
(313) 365-1446

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Your Friend & Lover,
Brent Corrigan

There I was in my room at The Leows Hotel in Center City, Philadelphia – The City of Brotherly Love – ironing my blood red, double collared Zara button-up buck ass naked, watching Topher Grace on the TV in “Take Me Home Tonight” and practicing my acceptance speech for Qfest’s Rising Star Award. Yes, I was hammering out the wrinkles in my cotton, using an iron set to high steam mode just inches from my swinging, completely exposed most prized physical appendage.  Don’t be alarmed; I’ve done stupid things and regarded my dick with far more reckless abandon than wielding the hottest appliances within mere inches before. 

Hey, I was in a time crunch. Hence the multitasking theme of the evening. And yes, you’re right. I could’ve easily just put my tighty whities on and severely diminished the awful chances of burning my dick. Sometimes, you just wanna iron your clothes naked.

I think it’s no secret; I’m the defiant sort. I do what I want – even when I know it’s not the best decision for my person. 

It wasn’t until I slipped on my red striped socks, strapped on my new black dress shoes and stood up to recite the last bit of what I wanted to leave the audience with before the screening of “I Was A Teenage Werebear” that I realized it was best to break down then, in peace and privacy, instead of facial contorting sobs where an entire procession of people could witness. 

I find that if I let loose the emotions that are are welling up inside me on my own time, I can avoid doing it in front of people in a way that can be embarrassing. Embarrassing purely because sometimes when I get going, I don’t have much control over when I stop.  I don’t cry often at all. This is, if I had to theorize, probably why when I do begin to cry I cannot stop easily. So, as you might imagine, I do sit in my room alone, or even sit in my car alone, and just let it all flow.  I am a grown man. My father never taught me it was okay to be emotional – but he also never taught me it wasn’t. And I thank him for that.  I’ve been afforded the chance to decide for myself. Though somewhere within me I have my own hang ups about this – I realize my father’s nurture (or lackthereof) has counteracted some of my strange nature. 

So often it’s not one reason or anything in particular that set the tears streaming. It’s everything and nothing at all. 

But this particular time, tucking in my new red shirt into my underwear and buttoning my slacks, it was a line in my speech. One line. By the way, yes, when I wear slacks and button ups I have a habit of buttoning my shirts into my undergarments. The shirt stays in place better and I don’t have to keep fussing with it all night. Yes, you have my permission to use this little trick of mine for yourself. It can be our little secret. 

The line that kept choking me up? 

“If I can change MY stars, anyone can do it.” 

In so many words this was my point. Naturally, I intended it to be less obviously self-disparaging, but still the very point that was killing my heart softly. 

The support I’ve received from filmmakers and friends and much of queer cinema this last year has been more than a little overwhelming. At first I wanted to just think of it as a temporary fad. I didn’t want to believe that it was bankable, probable, fixture for me. And then when Erik Schute from TLA Releasing called me and asked me to come to Philadelphia for the first time in my life to accept an award for being the next up-and-comer to deserve recognition, I had to stop pretending. 

It’s easy to shrug off the compliments when they are coming from your director, writer, friends and the people who make the films with you. Why? Because they already see it within you and you know they see it because they choose you. It’s also easy to thank the fans with a smile and a nod when they graciously ply you with encouragement and comments outside of the realm of how great you get fucked on film. 

But when the third largest queer film festival in America, one of the most respected screening programs on the festival circuit, says you’ve got a real fucking chance at something you want – something you’ve been deathly afraid of admitting you want for too long because the moment you proclaim the truth you fear every chance and opportunity will leave without a trace – then you kinda, sorta gotta stop lying to yourself and everyone for the sake of some pathetic attempt at preserving what you think is dignity. 

Sometimes the world will only give you a hint, a glimmer of yes, and you’ve gotta just grab it. Take it for yourself. Because “yes’s” become “maybe’s” and then “no’s” too quickly. Chances aren’t open-ended. But most bottoms are.  Eew, did I just committ that to my gay porn blog?

This is not something I can do alone. I’ve always known that. Because of being well aware of such a fact, I’ve always been reluctant. When your fate is rooted too squarely in the hands of other people it’s petrifying.  

When enough people give you a chance and you can prove it’s within you to deliver: it’s emotional.

Your Friend & Lover,
Brent Corrigan is the new Sean Paul Lockhart