Before women’s lib. Before Maude. Before Harriet Miers — there was Endora.

FACT FILE: Endora is a 1,000-year-old witch — though if you saw her pop up suddenly on top of a lampshade — a favorite perch — you’d swear she couldn’t be a day over 999. With her radioactive-blue eye shadow, Lucy red hair, and brilliant lips, Endora tends to be as much Auntie Mame as Wicked Witch of the West. She has eschewed witchy weeds for flowing diva robes in clashing purple-green combos.

Though she is on cordial terms (for the most part) with her ex-husband, the warlock Maurice, who fancies himself an actor and speaks with a British accent (real or fake, we never know), Endora has really one mission in life: butting into her daughter’s life at every inopportune moment. Right when Samantha is up to her twitchable nose in a domestic crisis, there’s Endora materializing on the staircase, atop the banister, while somewhere a harp is discordantly plucked. (read the full article)

Vincent Gallo claims that “everybody attacks you when you have a big cock.” We, then, will applaud him.

Especially now that the movie actor is set to share his dick with his fans. You see, Vincent is selling his sperm on his official website. Asking price? One million dollars. What else would you expect?. (read the full article)

“An issue like gay marriage just keeps homophobia alive.”

Gore Vidal does it again! Nightcharm’s favorite aristocrat of belle lettres explains it all one more time for anyone who came in late.

Speaking to Marc Cooper of the premiere liberal magazine The Nation this month, Vidal says he’s no advocate for gay marriage. “No,” asserts Vidal. “I know to what purposes that issue is put. You get an issue, like gay marriage, which doesn’t concern 99.9 percent of the population, and you go on and on and on about it. Proving that the Democrats are all crazy, if not all queer.” (read the full article)

Brad is a tough guy and a bit of a practical jokester. Just look at his expression. Doesn’t his smile confirm all the fun and spunk he’s capable of?

Lot’s of spunk.

The six-pack on his stomach came from boxing and working out and not from the one in the fridge. That’s not to say that he doesn’t enjoy a cold one every once in a while. (Kegger! anyone?)

Brad loves to be watched.

So please oblige him by going immediately to the Inner Circle‘s VideoLaunch Pad and selecting his very intimate video performance from our brand new Fratmen video collection.

Your day will become instantly brighter (and hotter).

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From the network that gave us the bone-chilling Nancy Grace, Court TV is set to unleash John Waters on an all too deserving public.

The second-string cable network, buoyed up by the notoriety the E! channel gained from instant reenactments of the Michael Jackson trial (which starred a professional Jackson impersonator who, we were told, had kept up with all the surgeries), Court TV is currently filming Til Death Do Us Part — a series that will feature scripted reenactments of real-life spousal murders, each introduced by Waters (left) as “The Groom Reaper,” a sort of creepier Rod Sterling.

Appearing always as a guest at the wedding that will start each show, Waters, himself a notoriously out-and-in-your-face gay man, will make wry remarks, we hope, about the sanctity of such unions which, alas, will always end with somebody getting shot, stabbed or bludgeoned. The first show to air will center on a woman who hacked her husband to death with a hatchet — and then, amazingly, plead self-defense. (read the full article)

Nightcharm’s master illustrator aligns with premiere queer erotica writer, RJ March, in the Inner Circle’s When Rufus Sings. It’s an erotic tale of a straight guy tricking out on his girlfriend with a hot male model, whose room is covered in naked studies of himself. Well, those photos couldn’t be any hotter than the series of hard-edged, high-impact illustrations Josman turned in for this nasty bedtime story. (read the full article)

God, that’s sooo gay!

That was the gasp that was heard around the block and around the world when the International Male catalog would arrive in the old days, the closet-bursting 70′s. Then it was the hottest crypto-homo publication sold over the counter — no, not even sold, sent to you for free (was it ever in a brown wrapper?) with its pictures of hunky, porn-caliber models in mesh briefs with padded codpieces. Oh the thrills, oh the chills that shuddered through many a young heart. (read the full article)

Here she is world, here she is boys!

Dubbed the “Chubby Mai-Tai Marie Antoinette” (by our beloved staff member Stinky), Imelda Marcos is set to get an Evita:The Rock Opera treatment this coming March at the Adelaide Music Festival in Australia. (read the full article)

If you believe in fate, it is easy to say the porn star career of Nicholas Iacona (aka Joey Stefano) was inevitable because of his backside.

His looks were never called into question, and his body, while not “gym-centric,” was a pleasure to look at; however, his looks and his body do not account for his derriere. Stefano’s backside was large, curvaceous, and ready for those who could handle it. (read the full article)

Beware the Eyes that Hypnotize!

In Part I of our Faye extravaganza, we were reminded that like the psychic photographer she played in Eyes of Laura Mars (above), we gay men have always seen fantastic things in the Faye face: (read the full article)