Our cover model is Willam Belli, a South Philly-born drag queen, who plays transsexual Rachel "She's not racist, she hates everyone equally" Slurr in Israel Luna's "transploitation" flick Ticked-Off Trannies with Knives. People are pissed.

This year's 11-film lineup is typically eclectic, ranging from the disturbing Greek psychodrama Dogtooth to the long-lost '70s grindhouse actioner Gone With the Pope, to the self-explanatorily over-the-top Japanese Big Tits Zombie 3-D.

For filmmakers in the queer community — which is still a marginalized, albeit dedicated, niche market — the question arises: Does catering to a core queer audience help or hinder these efforts?

The filmography at this year's QFest is going to keep you busy, but there's fun in well-lighted places, too.

"Too bad Jeffrey Billman can't get serious about national debt himself."

Troy Johnson has wrestled with some of Philadelphia's biggest, baddest weeds, and he knows what it takes to get them out.

The DCC says that it took the fledglings to court because they didn't have enough legitimate signatures of registered Democrats to get on the ballot. Tracey Gordon, however, remembers things a little differently.

Right now, the Vulture and the I-Have-To-Pee are all-too-common sights.

The face-value risk that Dan Kern takes in launching Temple Repertory Theater's rotating productions of Three Sisters and Measure for Measure seems huge. But he has his reasons.

David Nicholls' One Day | Alasdair Gray's Old Men In Love | Shane Jones' Light Boxes | Jean-Christophe Valtat's 03 | Alain Mabanckou's Broken Glass

The bimonthly Koresh Artist Showcase provides an opportunity to watch Philadelphia's homegrown talent soar — all without anyone's bank breaking.

You don't need to know the specifics to appreciate Lisbeth now — she's as potent a cipher as any franchise hero: as resourceful as Bourne, as lethal as Bond.

As of June 2010, there are two things that local legendary jazz keyboardist Dave Posmontier had never done: raised his voice or recorded an album under his own name.

An unstoppable force in Jamaican music over the past three decades, Barrington Levy has never managed to replicate his U.K. success stateside.

He has, in short, a kind of youthful ardor that makes you want to listen. Classical music lives.

Two of last year's locally sourced lo-fi-ish success stories are back in town for a victory lap.

SHREDfest is the name of Nick Millevoi's ongoing series of schematic improv-based compositions for an ever-changing ensemble, but it could just as easily be used as an overview of the Philly guitarist's prolific output.

These Norwegian folk/pop/rock drama queens are skilled at wrapping their heavenly voices around a melody like ivy climbing a fence.

Brilliantly fusing past and present, El Rey is pure velvet-painting kitsch and Mexi-fetishism, in the can't-fail vein of El Vez, Distrito and El Camino Real. And the flea-market finds, loud music and rec-room hideaway vibe absolutely deliver the fantasy.

While there are a few celebs fond of discussing gustatory conquests at length, the dietary habits of the famous are largely squirreled away from us. Cue the new book What the Great Ate.

For its 50th anniversary, the legendary Chicago comedy troupe is diving deep into the archives to keep the audience laughing — and with archives like these, it doesn't look like they'll have any trouble.

Joined by her butler, Hives, and the Blob itself, Stella will kick off the first event of Phoenixville's Blobfest with its yearly "Running Out" scene re-enactment.

Meander through an alphabet jungle at the Chestnut Hill Book Festival and engage in panel discussions, readings and workshops.

Unplug the treadmill and roll up the yoga mat: Hoop-dance could be your new routine.

Aziz Ansari will, knock on wood, soon be a damn movie star.

Wanna' screw the Man? Then excite the revolution with some radicalized sex, courtesy of NYC's Fuckin' (A) Collective.