Is Collin O’Neal Trying To Spread Swine Flu?
Porn star and director Collin O’Neal, who’s made his name with his self-produced World of Men series, can not stop getting on planes.
Porn star and director Collin O’Neal, who’s made his name with his self-produced World of Men series, can not stop getting on planes.
This entry comes to us from special correspondent The Unabashed Queer. While his fellow porn star peers fraternized around him, Dallas Reeves, sat alone in the back row of the GayVN Awards run-through like the new kid in school.
PR stuntman Jason Curious would like you to meet his latest find, a self-described “power bottom, pocket gay, cocksucker and all-around nice guy” named Shane Risk.
It has been no secret that François Sagat has been chasing Erik Rhodes’ plump tail for years.
Meet 74-year-old Shigeo Tokudo, a retired travel agent whose wife and kids don’t know he’s a porn star.
Grin-and-Barrett Long went onto the Howard Stern show this morning and talked about smoking pot, getting a blowjob from a Dallas Cowboy and the one downside to having an 11-inch cock.
Where do we start? He calls himself Davey Wavey. He dislikes shirts. He has way too nice an apartment for a 25-year-old and way too much fucking energy.
The insatiable perverts at CruisingForSex.com have compiled the nation’s most popular cruising spots of the year. We present them after the jump, along with our favorite reader comment for each location.
Twenty years after Dr. Dre told us to Fuck Tha Police, six Manhattan adult stores are being sued by the city after dozens of men were arrested for actually trying to fuck the police.
The Gay/Bi Republican Association of Sonoma County are planning a meeting this week, and it will promptly be followed by a sex orgy.
Run, run, fast as you can! Before the freaks at Gingerhead Man post your cock pics!
There is no escaping the connection between sex and death in horror movies. Sex creates vulnerability. Vulnerability is perfect for murder (so they say). Like most things, when the sex and murder turns queer they become all the more enjoyable to watch. In honor of Halloween, here are our 7 picks for best homo-oriented horror flicks.
While porn fans come in both red and blue, it shouldn’t come as a suprise (except maybe to Manhunt founder Jonathan Crutchly) that gay porn stars are rooting for Obama. Of course, when we started polling porn stars, Obama could barely get a hand-job from the boys; now, they’re nearly orgasmic in their support and posting blogs about him … in ALL CAPS even! And while some even made private noise about supporting McCain during primary season, even the most outspoken of them hasn’t risked the ire of the McCain-hating gays.
Collin O’Neal has turned his globe-trotting lifestyle into one large business deduction with his World of Men line. And while he’s made it possible for us to masturbate to Lebanese men, sometimes it’s not enough. After Obama’s triumpant Middle East tour, we thought we’d ask O’Neal (who recently returned from Dubai) how a gay man might get a little action in the land of hajibs and kebabs.
A Fort Lauderdale condominium development with the very drag-queeny name of Poinsettia Landings is using the same model in their final “closeout” advertising push as ClassifiedEscorts.com. We all know the real estate market is hurting, especially in places like Florida, but does sex really sell everything? Even condos? It smells a bit of desperation, but we suppose it isn’t that much of a stretch. Real estate agents are bigger whores than anyone who ever sucked a cock for a hundred dollars.
The evidence, after the jump.
You ever hear of this guy? Well, you would have if you’re from Indiana, or if you, like us, enjoy watching true crime shows on basic cable when you come home drunk at 3 a.m. and like to sit with the TV and a hunk of cheese. We offer you this brief profile of the accidental monster Herb Baumeister, who possibly killed more men than Jeffrey Dahmer and John Wayne Gacy combined all while living a peaceful suburban life with wife and kids in Indiana. So, if you’ve ever found yourself going home with a stranger and wondered if you might end up strangled and dismembered and buried in the yard, heed the following clues and you can thank The Sword for saving your life.
We aren’t naive. We know that pretty covers sell magazines, and that sensational headlines do too. But we’ve got to call bullshit on the latest lead stories and prettyboy headshots to grace the covers of OUT and The Advocate (that Anderson cover is truly egregious–the article is about gray haired men). Emo posterboy and husband to the lesser Simpson sister, Pete Wentz, is on the cover of the latest issue of OUT along with the big bold pull-quote “YEAH, I AM A FAG.” (Spoiler alert: he’s not.)
Online video streams-when not entertaining us through diary rants, sketch comedy, bloopers, racehorse leprechauns, performance art, and TMZ-can be a wonderful place to access workout tapes for free! Sending the Buns of Steels and Tae-Bos of late-night infomercials into their cultural graves, you no longer need to shell out 5 easy payments of $9.95 to sculpt yourself a frame of Erik Rhodesian proportions.
Here are the answers… we hope you’re as surprised/disturbed as we were.
Our favorite gay, homophobic, synthetic and “not-gay” celebrities have made for quite a multicolored springtime week in gay photography. Much like Lil’ Kim and Robin Antin must weed through a gaggle of bellowing, horny teens in order to form the perfect “Girlicious” pop group on network television, so must we tastefully curate ten perfect images which synopsize a week in new boyfriends, blowjobs and blowhards. Ladies and queens, we give you this retarded Week In Gay Photos.
The poem is called “The Platonic Blow” and is included in a new volume called The Best American Erotic Verse, and as New York Magazine puts it, it’s basically “like a Penthouse forum letter… with no women.” Auden (pictured, right, with lover Christopher Isherwood) apparently wrote it in 1948 and circulated it only among friends, but when an unauthorized publication occurred in 1965 he denied writing it. Auden was openly gay his entire life, traveling to Weimar Berlin in 1929 because it was the only place in Europe where one could be openly gay. But this poem was written in New York, on “a spring day… when the air/ Smelled like a locker room.” It’s about picking up a stranger on a stoop for an anonymous blowjob, and lest you believe that gay sex prior to the 1970s was always furtive and shameful and conducted in through a glory hole while wearing a tweed suit, this poem will prove otherwise.
Our buddies over at QueerMeNow have started a monthly feature called a Blog Circle Jerk wherein the greatest minds of our generation at Fleshbot, Starrfucker, The Sword and a few other gay-porn- centric web concerns come together to respond to a single a question so that we, and all y’all, can compare answers for our mutual amusement. It’s like writing a theme for school in 4th grade! The first installment, which was suggested by The Sword’s own Michael Stabile: My First Porno.
We like Barack. He’s nice, and kind of hunky, and he says a lot of things we want to hear. Hillary also seems nice, reminds us of our mothers, says things we want to hear-a bitch behind closed doors, sure, but so are we. So while we seem to instinctively believe that Hillary is still this dorky young open-hearted liberal girl with glasses and bad pants, and we’re not sure which part of us loves Barack and which part just wants to suck him off, we continue to ask ourselves: If we went all the way, would he still love us tomorrow?
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.
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.