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No, You’re Thinking of the Horse-hung Sex God, Not Me

IN-JeffStrkerGoldTH.jpg Porn stars are a small handful of people in the world who have the luxury of choosing their own names. One would think that they’d not only choose names that are sexy and easy to remember, but also check Google beforehand. In many cases the names they choose are already in use. Take the real Jeff Stryker: in a piece he wrote for Salon,  the former executive director of the federal National Commission on AIDS, is positively indignant about having his identity usurped.

We Want Some of Adam Joseph’s Faggoty Attention

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We can’t get enough of Adam Joseph’s song “Faggoty Attention,” which is officially our new summer jam despite our having first heard it on Logo.  Mr. Joseph seems to have been trying for a career as a soul/R&B singer before deciding to go really gay with this new single, which can now be purchased on iTunes.  In addition to seducing straight guys in the backs of limos and luring them back to Brooklyn, Joseph regularly performs with his band The Elegant Children at The Ritz in Hell’s Kitchen, and does regular DJ sets at XES Lounge and at Sugarland in Brooklyn.

Drunken LA Dispatch: ‘A Club Called Rhonda’ at Guatelinda

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Can we be frank for just a minute? We don’t always like gay bars. Sure, we like drinking-and gays are champions at that-but the Stoli-soda-splasha-cran crowd wears thin after a decade or two and we find ourselves ever hungry for the new and different. Thankfully, our pals at Gay Bar Culture (based in LA but covering other cities too) are there to cut through the endless pairs of Dior sunglasses and clouds of Tom Ford for Men in search of huggable trannies and bars that would make us be proud to be gay again. It’s about time…

Ask A Go-Go Boy: Our Unsolicited Advice Column

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A few weeks back we took to playing matchmaker for lonely posters on Craigslist’s M4M section, connecting every “Coach Dad” with “Jock Son” and so on. Lives were changed that day and we took it one step further. We took our favorite and fearless go-go boy, porn star Cory Koons and asked him to provide advice, albeit unsolicited, to those man-hungry M4Mers throwing their wishes in Craigslist’s virtual well. Flame on!

Time-Honored Torsos: The Recently Deceased Yves Saint Laurent


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The legendary fashion designer Yves Saint Laurent passed away yesterday at the age of 71, prompting dedicated followers of fagshion everywhere to let out a collective boom gasp, throw on some YSL deoderant, and wistfully reflect on the career of a homo who changed the way modern women dressed forever. The revolutionary artist was praised for giving women the freedom to wear pants, bringing the prints of Matisse and Mondrian to the runway, and ushering in the era of bohemian-chic couture.

Weekend Event Roundup: May 9-11


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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…

Exclusive: Logan McCree Discusses His Tats

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Newly minted and fully tatted porn star Logan McCree, who hails from Stuttgart, Germany, takes off his shirt and tells us about the unique faith that inspired all that ink.

Mom Thought He Was Straight?: Paul Lynde

GC-PaulLyndeSmTH.jpg Since we started this series our minds have been pretty blown by how, back in the day before AIDS and parades, the viewing and listening public of the good ole U.S. of A. was willing to accept the gayest of gays on their living room TVs and on their hi-fi’s just so long as they didn’t have to fully accept the astonishingly obvious truth of their gayness. Like one of our mothers recently said in re: Truman Capote, “He was just a real character, you know. Theatrical,” and the Village People? “Went right over my head.” And even Paul Lynde? “He was gay?”

Great Theorists Discuss Today’s Porn Titles: Titan’s Telescope (2008)

BR-TelescopeTH.jpg Because we don’t have time, the way our friends at Fleshbot do, to review all the porn that comes across our desks, The Sword has asked our friends in academia for a little help making sense of the latest porn titles.*  First off, Titan Media’s Telescope, a delicate rumination on the power of the gaze/gays dichotomy, starring Diesel Washington and modeled on Brian DePalma’s post-Hitchcockian thriller Body Double.

In War Of Fierceness, The Homosexuals We Asked Preferred Kylie Over Madonna


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Every hundred years (of Madonna’s lifetime), the planets align, the earth reaches a precise distance from a black hole of total vapidity, and the biggest divas of a generation-Mariah, Kylie, Janet and Madonna-all release albums at the same time. While numbers say one thing, we couldn’t help wondering where each oft-impersonated female entertainer stands in the heart of those who matter: the gays. We served the following question to our polling panel of around two dozen bitchy homosexuals: Who’s THE FIERCEST of them all? The results, in all of their critical vainglory, after the jump.

365gay.com: The Great Snoozeflash Aggregator

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While we do not argue with the idea that there is such a thing as “gay news” or at least “news items of gay interest” (especially when they involve drag queens or hookers), we do take issue with the boring-ass shit that 365gay.com throws up on their homepage every day. Maybe gays have more slow news days than straights. Maybe we’re just easily bored. In any case, after the jump, here are a few of today’s blow-me-down snooze-flashes.

La Pequena Does Hillary Clinton to Hillary Duff

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Rod Barry may have dropped her for someone younger and hairier, but La Pequeña is still setting the ‘tubes ablaze with her playfully ironic drag numbers reminiscent of David Lynch’s best. In this brief music video, she dons a blonde wig and spins a mini globe like she owns the world, Clinton-style.

W.H. Auden Was a Cock-Hungry Whore

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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.

Love Songs: Our First Porn Music Revue

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Here at Sword HQ we get so inundated with all of the brutally hot XXX-hardcore action of gay pornography that even when we scrunch our eyes closed all we see are spinning patterns of huge dicks. That being said, you can’t blame us for getting at least an eensy-bit bored by all of the slobbering, pumping, humping and thrusting, and we often skip to the more hilarious B-roll of “acting” set-ups that make porn the campiest American art form. The ultimate bonus is when a porn, especially from the 80s, has an
amazing theme song

Project Runway Finale Looms Closer; Let the Ferocheness Begin

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This being the gayest season of reality television’s gayest series—unless we mean gay as in bad, in which case it’s that stupid show about Scott Baio pretending to be pregnant on VH1—the 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.

We Interrupt This GayVN Awards Coverage to Bring You Sleazy Polaroids from the Glass Elevator

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We must admit that the 2008 GayVN Awards on Saturday weren’t quite the drool-inducing sedative that we feared they’d be. The Lady Bunny was downright hilarious and Derek and Romaine‘s bitterness-shtick was amusing, at least to us, since they wouldn’t stop talking about what “assholes” we are. Sorry everyone loves us, okay? After the jump, check out how many of the night’s biggest stars chose to ditch the duo’s face-planting, painfully ill-received punchlines for a hot, impromptu photo shoot in the glass elevators!

The Sword GayVN Weekend Guide

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We’ll be posting an entry as soon as the show is over. In the meantime, check out our liveblogging at Fleshbot all through tonight’s awards ceremony.

The circus is in town! The circus is in town! We’re battening down the hatches for this week’s GayVN Awards (which we’ll be liveblogging in association with FelchbotFleshbot and Gay Porn Blog (blow-by-blow action on the former site, followed by blow and more action on the latter following the awards, including a red carpet round-up). You’re welcome: We’re rubbing ourselves raw so you don’t have to. In addition to our regular weekend roundups for New York and San Francisco, we offer you this guide to the weekend debauchery:

Jason Curious Escapes from Promises

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With his latest video blog, our secret lover Jason Sechrest once again brings us all the decrepit glamour of Cojo’s diseased kidney. When the gossip-for-pay isn’t sending us stalkerish txts at happy hour or knocking at our hotel room door with a tiny baggie and a scat video, he’s sending us 3AM emails from his high-fellatin’ glory hole next to the Abbey dumpster. Our intrepid little nugget crawled out a few nights ago for the Cybersocket Awards and, in a drunken stupor, attempted to tongue kiss Chi Chi LaRue-who burped in his face. Thankfully, it’s all on film. We apologize in advance.

Sex Toy Story: 8 Gifts For the Lonely


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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!

Cosmo, Girl? The New Gay Minstrelsy

minstrelThumb.jpg Their shirts are unbuttoned, their hair is moussed, and their default expression is “Fierce!”  They may not tap dance, but the post-Will-and-Grace era has our reality TV schedules filled with stereotypical re-imaginings of actual homosexuals so predictable in their gayface that even Charles Nelson Reilly would have winced. They’re waxed and tweezed and teased and highlighted.

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