Another Reason We’re Glad We’re Not Straight
We realize that MSNBC is desperate for “quirky news” items to break up the monotony of stock market reports and
While We Enjoy a Good Spooning… (Guest of a Guest)
Cuddle My World (MSNBC via Newsweek)
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We realize that MSNBC is desperate for “quirky news” items to break up the monotony of stock market reports and
While We Enjoy a Good Spooning… (Guest of a Guest)
Cuddle My World (MSNBC via Newsweek)
OUT Magazine may have divorced itself corporately from its not-fit-for-the-gay-coffee-table Liberation Publications siblings (Men, Freshmen, Unzipped), but that doesn’t mean it’s given up the skin-mag ghost. In the November issue, celebrity chest-hair-sporter Tom Ford unbuttoned more than just his shirt, appearing buck naked in a photo shoot with two actual models. 
The mustachioed granddaddy of back-alley fag enhancers, “poppers” is the name given to any number of alkyl or amyl nitrates found these days in little bottles labeled as “room odorisor” or “VCR head cleaner” with brand names like “Rush” and “BANG!!” and “Jungle Juice.” The drug was originally a treatment for angina, and got its street name from being sold in small glass ampules that made a popping sound when they were crushed to release their vapors. Once blamed for the ‘gay virus’ that appeared in 1981 (they now think that was something else), poppers are still said to cause temporary weakening of the immune system. After the jump, our complete field guide.
Wonkette made our Thursday not just for referring to Congressman Larry Craig as “gay restroom goblin Larry Craig,” but for posting 
Oh, Zac. Don’t be coy. We know there’s something you’re dying to come out and say – at least as soon as the current hype dies down and you’ve already done the rehab thing and maybe packed on a couple pounds and your agent’s desperate for a new angle. Is it such a stretch to suggest that someone starring in a High School Musical (or 2) could be a little, uh, bohemian? 
An organization called the 
Zach Sire can’t believe that he gets paid to write about porn stars, but is more than happy to do so because how else would be pay for his Jägermeister and his addiction to porn? (Actually, he doesn’t have to pay for porn anymore since he started editing The Sword). In 2007, he graduated journalism school in Southern California and moved to New York where he thought he’d “make it big.” That didn’t happen. So, he moved back to Southern California and lived on his drag queen friend Jewels’ couch. After suffering(!) through odd jobs in advertising and at print publications, he finally found his home blogging here at The Sword. He’s happy now. 
