Antonio Da Silva
This kaleidoscopic short film by Antonio Da Silva takes a graphic, unsimulated look at several seriously sexy hookups—cross-cutting between scenes of hot, hung men in action. Go to http://www.antoniodasilvafilms.com/mates to watch the full length film.
In Vice: “My journey into the world of CHRISTEENE began with a barrage of cryptic texts messages. “See CHRISTEENE, it will change your life,” they read, like Bible belt billboards. Why were all my gay friends acting like crazy evangelists? I Googled it. “CHRISTEENE is an American drag queen, performance artist, singer-songwriter and rapper, noted for untraditional, ‘terrorist drag’,” it read. “What the hell was ‘terrorist drag’?”
When CHRISTEENE burst onto the stage, I thought my fears had been confirmed – I felt like I had been ingratiated into a weird underground sect. CHRISTEENE was like a ratchet, drag version of all the nasty shit from True Detective; the accent was from the Deep South, it looked like a creature that had been in captivity for 20 years, and the audience’s adoration was almost cult-like. Without giving too much away, the performance that ensued was high-octane mixture of rap, rim-job inspired dance routines, and costumes that conjure up all your childhood nightmares.
Musically, it was a bit like Chris Lilley doing a hardcore porn infused parody of a Mikki Blanco or Die Antwoord set. In which context, CHRISTEENE could be viewed as the artist at the forefront of this gender-fucking rap movement. And yet, it was so much more. Like a perverse Deep Southern preacher, between songs CHRISTEENE rallied the crowd with a gospel for the outsider. When really incensed, and forgetting to do an accent, CHRISTEENE reminded me of David Wojnarowicz – the voice of a queer generation. And then suddenly this angry creature would morph back into the coy, childlike CHRISTEENE, and sing an a capella ode to Oprah that almost moved me to tears.
Desperate to make some sense of the madness, I spoke to Paul Soileau, the man behind CHISTEENE’s terrifying mask.
Hi Paul! Can you tell us how CHRISTEENE came about?
Paul Soileau: CHRISTEENE was like this little stank voice whispering in my head that I couldn’t shake. Those voices usually come when when environments shift, when there is a lack of something important to you, or an overabundance of a good or bad thing. This cocktail was served to me containing the ingredients of being thrown about by Hurricane Katrina, finding myself in Austin after the winds calmed, feeling the need to create something quick and sharp like a switchblade, having a job that sucked ass, and not finding any dick anywhere to ease my achin’ heart. I was feelin’ it, and this little voice starting singin’ a song to me called “Fix My Dick”.”