QUIZ ANSWERS: Porn or Roman Empire?
Here are the answers… we hope you’re as surprised/disturbed as we were.
Here are the answers… we hope you’re as surprised/disturbed as we were.
Care of The Sword’s tireless editors, we bring you this roundup (by
no means complete, or even-handed) of stuff going on for those of the
homo persuasion this weekend in the two meccas we currently have
bandwidth to cover, San Francisco and New York. Check back soon to see
us cover more gay urban centers near you (sorry, Cheyenne, we may never
get to you).
Our heavily editorialized listings after the jump…
Following in the footsteps of such role models as Big Brother‘s Crazy James, Parental Control‘s Caleb Carter, and American Idol‘s gay stripper David Hernandez, it appears that Bravo TV’s Step It Up And Dance contestant Michael has a XXX secret buried beneath those tear-away pants as well-and it only took about a week to float to the blog surface! Mike, described in his bio as a “raw, beautiful and passionate performer who is in love with dance”, and whose resume boasts
When the rumor hit The Sword’s HQ that our beloved pinup François Sagat was taking a break, possibly permanent, from the adult industry, things got ugly in record time. Sliding into an abject helter skelter, we called everybody we knew, rifled through our neighbors’ medicine cabinets, thought about ENDING IT, realized suicide is totally 90s, came to our senses and called Titan’s Keith Webb. “Get a grip,” he assured us. “François is just being really selective about his upcoming films, and will be choosing them on a case-by-case basis.” Oh. Well, we’re
You’re a fortysomething dermatologist living in La Jolla and your much younger boy toy recently dumped you for a porn star. You just got your teeth bonded and your pec implants lifted, and you’re in no mood to spend next weekend alone with your Shih-Tzu, Lucy Liu. Your bois are heading to Palm Springs and you’ve got a hot, very tan body to show off! Just for you, The Sword has created this seven-day planner so that you can make sure you don’t forget anything before heading to Jeffrey Sanker‘s White Party ’08.
Care of The Sword’s tireless editors, we bring you this roundup (by
no means complete, or even-handed) of stuff going on for those of the
homo persuasion this weekend in the two meccas we currently have
bandwidth to cover, San Francisco and New York. Check back soon to see
us cover more gay urban centers near you (sorry, Cheyenne, we may never
get to you).
Our heavily editorialized listings after the jump…
Since we started this series we’ve been trying to wrap our heads around the idea that, back in the day before AIDS and parades there used to be all these gays in the public eye, but the public just wasn’t very, shall we say, cosmopolitan. Like one of our mothers recently said in re: Truman Capote, “He was just a real character, you know. Theatrical,” and in re: Paul Lynde, “He was gay?” And to boot: “You know who else I was just thinking of, and I think I just realized about them maybe last year: The Village People. Went right over my head.”
They called them “theatrical” or “perpetual bachelors,” but we call them GAY-and we’ve always been a little baffled looking back at the proto-homos of yore and wondered how their big secret got so well kept. We understand that before AIDS and parades we weren’t exactly on the suburban radar, but COME ON NOW. After the jump, we continue our series on pioneering gays who used to be called, simply, “a little funny.”
Condoms, much like beer, are the purview of both gay and straight. When selling to the hetero populous, all manufacturers have to do is remind them how awful children can be. As far as marketing to the gays, the things ought to sell themselves (AIDS, anyone?), but condom sellers, particularly outside the U.S. have occasionally made advertisements specifically aimed at us. After the jump we take a look at a few examples, as well as a couple new print ads aimed at American audiences.
Care of The Sword’s tireless editors, we bring you this roundup (by
no means complete, or even-handed) of stuff going on for those of the
homo persuasion this weekend in the two meccas we currently have
bandwidth to cover, San Francisco and New York. Check back soon to see
us cover more gay urban centers near you (sorry, Cheyenne, we may never
get to you).
Our heavily editorialized listings after the jump…
We have a deep appreciation for all the “perpetual bachelors” of mid-century America — some deeply closeted and some, not so much — and we understand that prior to AIDS and parades, we weren’t exactly on the suburban radar, but, uh, COME ON NOW! Today, we continue our series on the pioneering homos who our parents figured were just, you know, a little funny.
Our favorite twink gremlin and soon-to-be superstar Tory Mason not only shoots movies for Falcon and Buckshot, he go-go’s in clubs wearing big leather boots and he shoots the odd scene for CockyBoys.com. We find his whorish antics totally amusing and he always leaves us wanting more (really? He’s never been tied up?). If we had a choice of any porn star to start a video blog, it would be Tory, hands down. Also, we love this clip because of how awkward RC Ryan looks at the end, glancing up at the camera like, “Are we done here?”
Watch the completely NSFW preview of Tory’s scene with RC Ryan at CockyBoys.com.
It seems that yet another dirty boy on Dirty Boy Video turns out to have a real life outside the cum-soaked bedrooms of the East Village, and that life includes being an Ivy League sophomore.
Given that the internet was made for porn, gossip and social networking, we love when someone hits the trifecta as happened over the past weeks on JuicyCampus.com-a newish anonymous online campus gossip hub that’s sort of like the Page Six of the college set. A fetching twink known as Sebastian in Dirty Boy’s “Fourgy” (NSFW… he also shows up in Episode 9 of Dirty Tricks – NSFW preview clip here) was identified by a would-be Gossip Girl at Yale on February 25th, setting off a maelstrom of a commenter war in which fellow students were variously titillated and
Thanks to a few well-placed handjobs and a bottle of Kahlua, we’ve weaseled our way into Grabby headquarters and stolen the list of nominees that’s scheduled to be published tomorrow. We started to tally the studio with the most noms, the movie with the most noms and the studio with the most movies and, well, wait… what were we saying? Sorry, we totally fell asleep. It doesn’t really matter since there’s enough noms here for each studio to spin, Bush-style, an edge up on the competition. By noon tomorrow, everyone will be in the lead.
The unfortunate thing about being outed by your coworker’s public gay slurs is that when you start going out with someone half your age, everybody knows about it, you’re bound to be ridiculed, and you’re fair game for even more homophobic moral posturing. Widely reported by blogs earlier this month, the story of Grey’s Anatomy star T.R. Knight’s debut of his blossoming relationship with a barely legal co-ed is now being sensationalized on a tabloid newsstand near you, as evidenced by the Enquirer image to the left. Scandal! Boyfriend Mark Cornelson is only 19 and Knight is 34!
Care of The Sword’s tireless editors, we bring you this roundup (by
no means complete, or even-handed) of stuff going on for those of the
homo persuasion this weekend in the two meccas we currently have
bandwidth to cover, San Francisco and New York. Check back soon to see
us cover more gay urban centers near you (sorry, Cheyenne, we may never
get to you).
Our heavily editorialized listings after the jump…
Oh, the timeliness of it all! Just as Bravo’s token gay brainchild that is Project Runway draws to a close this week, the webs are alive with sightings and outtakes of queen minstrel Tim Gunn, so we thought we’d give you this quick roundup of all things sad and marvelous featuring the white-haired wonder himself. Come on, you know you’ll miss him!
It all started Friday with this Gawker Stalker item, the lede being “Tim Gunn is Sad.” It seems little Tim was spotted alone and bereft-seeming at Upper East Side sugar daddy/hustler lounge The Townhouse. When the spotter tried approaching him for some friendly starfuckery, Herr Gunn simply mouthed, “Go away.” We can’t vouch for the classiness/classlessness of the approach, or if there was a cocktail napkin autograph demand involved, but the image remains oddly haunting.
Care of The Sword’s tireless editors, we bring you this roundup (by
no means complete, or even-handed) of stuff going on for those of the
homo persuasion this weekend in the two meccas we currently have
bandwidth to cover, San Francisco and New York. Check back soon to see
us cover more gay urban centers near you (sorry, Cheyenne, we may never
get to you).
Our heavily editorialized listings after the jump…
This being the gayest season of reality television’s gayest seriesunless we mean gay as in bad, in which case it’s that stupid show about Scott Baio pretending to be pregnant on VH1the winner of Project Runway Season 4 is most likely going to be a gay man (sorry, Jillian) for the first time since Jay McCarroll took home the title in 2005. While fags across America scamper home to set their TiVos for the grand finale which commences this evening, we can’t help but marvel at what a gay time we’ve had watching this run, which in truly homosexual fashion consisted of non-stop drama.
Between Jack Mackenroth’s MRSA-staph-and-not- AIDS-related facial swelling meltdown, Chris March’s portfolio of drag queen self-portraits, Ricky Lizalde’s nonstop weeping, Christian’s inability to utter a sentence without including the terms “fierce,” “flawless,” “feroche,” or “barfness,” and the very presence of series judge Michael Kors and his bitchy asides, the show was so infectiously homo-centric that the female contestants felt routinely eclipsed and sole straight male contestant Kevin Christensen might have actually become gay in some sort of nuclear-gay fallout. After the jump, check out some of our favorite moments from this season so far, and then we’ll see you on the runway.
Care of The Sword’s tireless editors, we bring you this roundup (by
no means complete, or even-handed) of stuff going on for those of the
homo persuasion this weekend in the two meccas we currently have
bandwidth to cover, San Francisco and New York. Check back soon to see
us cover more gay urban centers near you (sorry, Cheyenne, we may never
get to you).
Our heavily editorialized listings after the jump…

We’ve always wondered who reads Details besides well-heeled gay men who like to shop at Barney’s and “metrosexuals” who aren’t coming out of the closet until next fall. And now they have a blog, for their more ‘edgy’ content, which apparently means stories about masturbation and penis size. This week, they ask the burning question “Is Being Well Hung the Key to Happiness?” Not being able to claim the otherworldly 13-inch schlongs of the guys quoted in the article, we can only imagine that life only gets sweeter, and your personality more cocky (ba dum bump) the bigger the piece you’re packing.
When GayVN-winning director Jett Blakk sent us the porno How To Seduce A Straight Man, we were curious if we could use it to replicate his success. Three black eyes later, we filed suit against the director. Turns out, we were doing it all wrong. As part of his settlement, Jett Blakk agreed to give us actual tips for seducing straight men. While courage, both liquid and otherwise, is in involved in these recipes, we have to say they work better than the penis in the popcorn trick that nearly resulted in a situation that would have required Romaine Patterson to save us.
Of all the homosexual porn stars who have sought to break the latex ceiling, Colton Ford has arguably been the most successful. The would-be dance-hall diva has had some success with Billboard, but now that Ford has a new gig hosting Logo’s NewNowNext music clip show this Sunday may mean that he’s more than just a trophy stud.
We say arguably, however, because Colton Ford is part of a long line of cross-over porn/music stars. There’s plenty we left out-Ryan Idol on Broadway, JD Slater on about a zillion Raging Stallion DVDs-but it’s a short day today. Our five favorite porn star cross-over music moments after the jump:
Barely a month after his tumultuous split from Road Rules alum Danny Dias, Erik Rhodes is off the market, having been snapped up by none other than Marc Jacobs, and ratcheting the designer’s mid-life crisis to code red. The source this time isn’t Rhodes’ blog but gossip ground-zero Page Six (it’s sort of like the old-fashioned version of Perez Hilton for all you young’uns out there). Like Perez, Page Six’s reporting is just as sloppy… they pull a quote from Rhodes’ “ManNet.com” profile (Uh, we think you guys mean ManHUNT.net.)
Rhodes responded to the story in an uncharacteristically brief post on his blog yesterday.
Care of The Sword’s tireless editors, we bring you this roundup (by
no means complete, or even-handed) of stuff going on for those of the
homo persuasion this weekend in the two meccas we currently have
bandwidth to cover, San Francisco and New York. Check back soon to see
us cover more gay urban centers near you (sorry, Cheyenne, we may never
get to you).
Our heavily editorialized listings after the jump…
Care of The Sword’s tireless editors, we bring you this roundup (by
no means complete, or even-handed) of stuff going on for those of the
homo persuasion this weekend in the two meccas we currently have
bandwidth to cover, San Francisco and New York. Check back soon to see
us cover more gay urban centers near you (sorry, Cheyenne, we may never
get to you).
Our heavily editorialized listings after the jump…
Our favorite media-blitzing entre-porn-eur Michael Lucas “graces the cover”* of Genre Magazine’s January/February 2008 issue, on newsstands currently. The issue marks the latest in a long line of publicity for the Lucas Entertainment CEO/star, whom inarguably loves the spotlight as much as he loves his suspiciously anonymous boyfriend. “My boyfriend is the hottest man I’ve ever had,” Lucas tells Genre. “He understands me totally, and I am 100% dedicated to him.”
This may be the first year that the GayVNs best the Golden Globes in viewership, and we couldn’t be more pleased: not only has our industry’s little fete grown in recent years, the clothes are more exciting. No offense to Valentino Garavani or Domenico Dolce, but porn star fashion — with it’s reliance on mesh, mess and meth — is infinitely more exciting. We’ve got 35 days until we can bring you the new Spring Collection, so until then, here are the nominations …
Has the vivisection that is holiday shopping robbed you of your holiday spirit? With less than a week until we all hunker down at Mom’s, rifle through the medicine cabinet, bogart a bottle of champagne and wake up dazed in a living nativity somewhere down the street, time is running out to get our loved ones what they really want from us. Of course, a porn site membership will successfully impress your gaggle of gay friends, but for your most special partner, nothing says “Season’s Greetings” like reaming him in the ass with a giant red and white candy-cane vibrator! Alright fruitcakes, we give you (after the jump): Our Holiday Wishlist!
Care of The Sword’s tireless editors, we bring you this roundup (by no means complete, or even-handed) of stuff going on for those of the homo persuasion this weekend in the two meccas we currently have bandwidth to cover, San Francisco and New York. Check back soon to see us cover more gay urban centers near you (sorry, Cheyenne, we may never get to you).
Our heavily editorialized listings after the jump…
Care of the Sword’s tireless editors, we bring you this roundup
(by no means complete, or even-handed) of stuff going on for those of
the homo persuasion this weekend in the two meccas we currently have
bandwidth to cover, San Francisco and New York. Check back soon to see
us cover more gay urban centers near you (sorry, Cheyenne).
Remember when I sifted through the pornos on NakedSword and pulled out the covers that I thought were the best? Well, I had to overlook a lot of hideous, disturbing, FUCKED UP covers then, and going back to find some to showcase together for the DONT’s now proved to be one of the most excruciating experiences I’ve had since I’ve worked here. It made for a great appetite suppressant though: OMG NEW DIET CRAZE?????????
After the jump, take a look at some box covers that make me wanna die.
The first thing any self-respecting homosexual does, after choosing an outfit and tarting
up a Second Life avatar (complete with no-crunch abs and a Flock-of-Seagulls hairdo), is head to a bathhouse. Thanks to the realism of modern role playing,
our fantasy lives are now full of the same poor choices and fraught with the
same anxieties as our waking life.
Care of the Sword’s tireless editors, we bring you this round-up (by no means complete, or even-handed) of stuff going on for those of the homo persuasion this weekend in the two meccas we currently have bandwidth to cover, San Francisco and New York. Check back soon to see us cover more gay urban centers near you (sorry, Cheyenne).
Our heavily editorialized listings after the jump…