all day-glo odes to urban youth culture: Skateboard Sliders,
starring pre-incarcerated, pre-bareback Tommy Saxx, Taggers (link NSFW–and it comes with its
own gangsta-style rap theme song!) and Getting It At The Rave (NSFW)-his
beyond-psychedelic star vehicle for Billy Brant. We don’t know what Phil’s been taking, but we’ve never been to something that fucked up. Seriously.
An American Film Institute Fellow and frequent contributor to the WOW Report, ST John recently (finally) launched his own blog (NSFW, natch) where he chronicles his adventures in body painting, getting molested at LAX and hopefully much, much more.
We compiled the following images as a testament-a retrospective, if you will-on ST John’s ever evolving style.
Phil’s always been a ladykiller, and by ladies we mean these two fresh-from-the-shower Wilmas. Sometimes a cigar is just a cigar, but in 1998’s South Beach Heat, the gorgeous ST John seems ready to smoke a bone.
If this isn’t Hollywood magic, we don’t know what is. ST John (center, in white) colors us bad by making sex on set into a Technicolor dreamcoat.
Speaking of coats of many colors, ST John has stitched together something special. In his latest incarnation, director-producer- cinematographer-auteur ST John takes a break from his furry hat persona, and tries something a little more, uh, Lynchian. Could Blew Velvet be his next hit?
Bruce LaBruce’s Otto; or Up With Dead People, Extended Trailer
Gays Finally Allowed to Worship Budweiser, Nudity and Sports Cars Without Committing to a Fraternity and a Lifetime of Lies
Candy, Karl, and Child Abuse: This Crazy Week In Gay Photos
It's an interview with Phillip Aubrey: porn star, Spencer Reed's boyfriend, burp fetishist.
The COLT superstars joined a protest in Rome against the Catholic Church in order to make the claim that gay people are not pedophiles. There was a chihuaha involved.
I feel sorry for people with fetishes that can never be realized in real life. Take this Flickr user, who has to make do with his giants fetish using Photoshop.
I'm not one for bragging about intellectual accomplishments (it's something I learned from, you know, graduating with honors from Brown University), but Conner Habib is justifiably excited about his blurb in a book written by Carl Sagan's son.