Who Would You Rather?
I’d rather eat gay-for-payer Chip Tanner’s poop than have to ever listen to human Ken doll Davey Wavey again, so I guess I’m #TeamChip?
I’d rather eat gay-for-payer Chip Tanner’s poop than have to ever listen to human Ken doll Davey Wavey again, so I guess I’m #TeamChip?
It might be hard to take the BaitBus.com scenario seriously, because sex in a bus is a pretty silly premise. And there can’t be anyone on Earth who still thinks these scenes of straight guys being tricked into having gay sex are real, can there?
Is this really how to give a “good blowjob” or is it just how to make a “sexy video”?
Shocking that I would have gay porn on an old computer, right? Here is part one of possibly a three(?) part look at all these old gay porn pics I used to j/o to.
Without a doubt: It’s Dave. I hate pixels so much. SHOW ME, Dave. And: Does anyone know what Dave Franco actually does, as a job? He just makes these gay comedy videos and is naked all the time? That’s fine, I guess.
James Franco loves to do weird shit and call it art, and here’s his younger brother, “Dave,” following in his footsteps.
Yesterday, it was so fun to learn that The King’s Speech had been filmed on the same set as a UK Naked Men gay porn scene. Today, I’ve learned that troubled (that’s putting it mildly) singer Amy Winehouse has also been there!
Here are the rest of your photos and videos from the 2011 Cybersocket Awards.
Brent Everett’s “Little Big League 4” features the best non-pornographic acting since, well, “Little Big League 3.” Video below.
Attention professional porn stars: Amateur twink sensation “Cute Davey Boy” has something to show you.
I’m so obsessed with Jean Franko that I’d watch a clip of him brushing his teeth. Anyway, here’s a clip of Jean Franko brushing his teeth.
Ben and Dave’s Six Pack — a kind-of-a-big-deal podcast about gay people — interviewed me for their latest show. The audio is below.
It’s hard to maintain The Sword’s ban on Saturday Night Live when they keep convincing hot fucks to fag out. Here’s James Franco putting his tongue in a man’s mouth.
And one of them isn’t even closeted!
This month’s Pride fest in San Francisco will conclude with Juanita MORE!’s fifth annual afterparty at Bambuddha Lounge, often called out (especially when it’s blessed with an actually warm, sunny day) as the best SF party of the year.
We admit to being the kind of fags who like museums and the kind of films that make both straight people, and straight-acting, Superbowl-watching gays nervous–films like Bruce LaBruce’s Otto; or Up With Dead People about gay teenage zombies.
In a light-hearted post on his blog today, absurdly hung porn star Ralph Woods describes hair product shopping, a trip to CVS, surfing iTunes, and nearly getting mugged by two roving street gangs.
In 1986, Grace Jones popped a percocet or five and then appeared on Letterman. Our favorite part is when Dave pauses and says to his guest, “Grace, you’re just too damn loopy. You gotta unloop a little.” (Wig tip to Lady Bunny for the clip.)
It’s a celebrity-related snooze flash, gents: The boys of Jackass dropped trou for like the millionth time, this time for the cameras of Terry Richardson.
Watch as Roma meets a man named Dave, a.k.a. Mr. Fetish Detroit. Dave’s fetish? Feeding people food — donut holes, in this clip. Food is our second strongest drive after sex, says Dave, so it’s only natural to combine them. Yes, and the third strongest drive after eating is pooping, so let’s take it easy there, Dave.
Three In A Bed: Roma Interview The C1R Exclusives
Roma Takes on the IML Leather Mart
Identical twins Dean and Dave Resnick, who among others totally creep us out, have appeared jerking off side by side in Pacific Sun’s Double Size: Double the Pleasure. Ellen Degeneres claims that she’s never had any children, but wouldn’t you too if these fugly twins popped out? Photographic evidence of the dopplegangery after the jump.
You ever heard of the Pink Pistols? We bet Natasha Latrice Atkins has. Natasha is a city employee in Houston, working for the Department of Public Works, and in response to some (alleged) homophobic harassment from a coworker, Atkins brought a gun to work one day and shot the guy. He’s still alive, and Monroe Haggart, Atkins’ father, says the shooting followed a series of remarks by the victim, Dave Whitfield Jr., who apparently had a problem with lesbians working for the city.
Spring/Summer ’09 fashion week is less than three months away, and, as is customary, the industry’s biggest modeling agencies have begun to release their show packages, which contain the comp cards of their respective studs of the season. In what might possibly be the best administrative task we’ve had to complete in weeks, we poured tirelessly through the brooding faces, ripped torsos, and editorial clippings of every offering from the Ford Homme, Elite Milan, Fashion, Success, and Nathalie agencies until we were able to compile three favorites from each. To our surprise, in an act of unwitting consistency, we accidentally chose one model represented by two of the agencies twice and had to go back (See: Wendell at Ford… and Fashion Models)! Without further ado, meet your new favorite catwalk cats, who’ll be clad in the clothes none of us can afford, come September.
The nation’s first great super-tranny, Rupaul, is getting up there in years, and in contemplating her legacy she has teamed with gay cable channel Logo and World of Wonder to produce Rupaul’s Drag Race, a combo Project Runway/Top Model where trannies and their stylist/hag pals team up to make outfits, do makeup and stage memorable numbers. Though the show won’t air until early 2009 (we know, we’re dying too), the competition for getting cast is already getting fa-roche, with online voting for Round 1 set to close on June 27th. We’re sort of partial to the likes of SF queens like Candi Gurl and Putanesca, or bizarro Old Hollywood-ish characters like Tammie Brown and Cassandra Forever.
But the queens getting the most votes so far are the ones who have gone
to the trouble of uploading videos of themselves, either performing or,
Real World-confessional-style, telling us their lives on tape. The best of breed, after the jump.
Each time we compile the top ten list for a given week’s gay photographic achievements, there are requisite quotas that must be filled. Yes, we must have a shirtless celebrity that got our collective blood pumping, normally there’s a porn star tossed in for good measure, and we even make sure to terrorize readers with something embarrassing, ugly, or downright dark. Catching us off guard like a double penetration while blindfolded, this week offered up some new alternatives to this trend!
However François Sagat tries to recede from the spotlight, people are still going to take notice when he gets naked, paints himself gold, and posts it all over the internet. Just as we were scared we’d never get to see Bai Ling anymore after her stint on Dancing with the Stars ended only to relentlessly encounter her in varying stages of public nudity ever since, we can still rely on François to always bring us a freaky new look to get us through the week.
Um, hi. PERVERTED MUCH?
We were a little overwhelmed with the number of correct answers we got and are still sorting out the winners (a preliminary congrats to “Arch” and “Dave,” but generally an impressive turn-out, folks. To those of you who did a ton of research, impressive work. To those who were able to answer these without cheating: what’s your excuse?
Thanks to Dave at “Slick It Up,” the pre-Y2K college dorm room phenomenon of the irreverent beer-soaked pinup poster, as Fleshbot describes one “used to find at Spencer Gifts circa 1983 that showcased a pair of glistening beer-soaked 36Ds slathered all over a white Lamborghini” is now available in the gay variety. Too little too late? We think not! We salute our stars-n-stripes clad friend for claiming a staple of party animal decor for the fags, because we can deep throat a beer bong better than our slack-jawed straight counterparts, we appreciate expensive cars (not only for their speed but also for their design), and just because we aren’t turned on by French-tip manicures, fuck-me heels, and too much lip liner doesn’t mean we should be deprived of a universal right to terrible wall art. This, for us, is just another step toward equality. Besides, there are a lot of imbecilic frat-guy types on our team too, trust us. The full gallery of poster options is available on Fleshbot.