OOH, GIRL! DO YOU HAVE A LICENSE FOR THOSE THANGS!

This today from Popbitch, the nasty gossip-newsletter from the U.K. that never fails to warm our hearts:

"Legendary stripper Tawny Peaks has just sold the implants from her 69HH breasts on eBay for $16,766. Tawny became infamous in 1998 when a patron at the Diamond Dolls nightclub in Clearwater, Florida sued her, claiming he suffered a whiplash injury when she swung her breasts into his face. He said they were ‘like two cement blocks.’

"The case went to arbitration on The People’s Court TV show and the judge, former New York City Mayor Ed Koch, ordered a female bailiff to examine Peaks in private, where Tawny’s breasts were found to be "soft." Koch ruled they were not dangerous and refused to award damages. Peaks said she has since become "kind of a recluse." (read the full article)

Well, Baby Drescher is gone. Mikalah Gordon just couldn’t sing in tune and made up for it with oceans and oceans of kooky-girl enthusiasm. I knew it was coming and had to agree — and yet — I was sort of sad to see her go. She added a fun sort of tranny sparkle to the show. And one can never have enough of that. (read the full article)

What if you and your lover could have a designer son? The digital artist Harald Seiwert imagined just such a possibility when he Photoshopped these imaginary family portraits. The “son” in the middle, of course, is a hybrid fabrication, composed in equal parts of each partner’s features. (read the full article)

Incensed by all the air-time Mary, the Mother of God, gets from her appearances on taco shells and in the warp of window panes, Satan showed his face yesterday in darkest Indiana.

From CNN: " An Indiana pet store owner says he sees the image of Satan on the shell of a turtle that was the only survivor of a store fire … The image was not visible before the fire and Dora [the owner of the pet store] speculates the intense heat might have caused the shell’s color to change. " (read the full article)

Forget about the self-help tapes for those long drives to Grandmother’s house. After two-hours of cruise control on an Interstate, everybody gets horny. Here’s the perfect help-yourself solution: Manjack, a 2-CD collection of utterly filthy stories from one of Nightcharm’s favorite Inner Circle honchos, Bob Vickery.

With steamy re-enactments by a team of talented voices, most notably the resonant Mark Masters, a porn movie will be running in your head as you steel yourself to cruise that nasty-looking trucker who’s been riding your ass for the last 15 miles. (read the full article)

NEW FICTION! NEW JOSMAN! Once again Josman blows us away! When it comes to the fantasy life of gay men, there are not many illustrators who can stand next to Tom of Finland and not shudder in the long shadow of Tom’s impact. But Josman, whose work regularly appears on our pages, stands shoulder to shoulder with the master. You can spot a Josman instantly. The lyricism of his voluptuous line, the heart-stopping impact of his comic-book framing takes the work way beyond the erotic to something hyper-real and visionary.
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Dear Ashton

When we saw you last night on Saturday Night Live, lolling around in your underwear on an unmade bed, our heart went schwing. Was that really you in a total black-&-white Bruce Weber homo-dreamland? It was, we suppose, a send-up of Calvin Klein ads but Ashton, dear Ashton, (the italics are because we’re still a bit dizzy), it was so much MORE. (read the full article)

NEW IN THE INNER CIRCLE: This streaming vid of Aussies doing the nasty all over Oz’s Great Barrier Reef. From SexGaymes comes Extrasea II, in which Canon Lee and Josh Adams explore each other from stem to stern. In sparkling sunlight, with their tattoos and golden abs gleaming, our able-bodied seamen get starboard and port all mixed up but still get to where they want to go all the same. Thar she blows!

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Feet, the illustrator Palanca admits, were not always part of his beat-off art.

For 10 years he was more interested in "giant dicks, giant balls and bald, hairy-monkey men." Then in 1995, barefeet, usually with their soles up and right in the viewer’s face, began swelling to sizes that overwhelmed even his humongous fantasy cocks.

"I became very conscious of how delicious it was to imagine a shirtless man in long, black pants, walking barefoot with exaggerated foot arches. To censor the legs with long pants was just to spotlight those feet. In my drawings, foot arches became a roller-coaster of lines" (read the full article)

Good Doggy! Filthy boy-toy Tag Adams tongues the GORILLA DICK of Michael Brandon in this outrageous barroom scene from Meet Me in St. Louis, not to be confused with the MGM musical. Frankly, though, if monster-dicked Michael Brandon were the boy next door, we would have ourselves a merry little Christmas 365 days a year.

Join us as we welcome Raging Stallion Studios to Nightcharm’s Inner Circle. With new vids streaming in each week from this premiere smut producer, more than your heartstrings will be going zing, zing, zing.

(Oh, alright, it’s not called Meet Me in St. Louis, it’s Pokin’ in the Boy’s Room but you can see how we got the two titles confused — judging from the starry gleam in Tag’s eye.)

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