April is certainly NOT the cruelest month, judging from Glen Hanson’s 2006 G-Man calendar, where April showers (above) are about to bring May flowers — and other budding things.

The master cartoonist, whose T-shirts, comic strips, and gorgeous G-Men (for Glen’s Men) we have celebrated on these pages before, is one of Nightcharm’s most prolific friends. He offers this calendar to Inner Circle members for free (details below) — how’s that for the Christmas spirit?

As calendars go, this one has got to be the Circuit Boy’s Bible — the sort of hotshot circuit boy who has the time and means to fly all over the world. Every white party, black party, gay ski weekend and Gay Day in Disney World is notated. (read the full article)

It worked miracles for Julie Andrews and her brood of cloying kinder. And Oprah’s televised favorites are horrifyingly legendary. So why not me? Only difference: no singing children, no shrieking haus-fraus.

So, here’s my Fave Raves of 2005. Good times!

1. My boyfriend. After I removed my six-year diary from the site, I promised myself I wouldn’t write about boyfriends again. But after 2004’s annus horribilis of ne’er-do-wells, alcoholics, forlorn puers, muscle queens and specious dress-shop owners — meeting Kelly felt like divine intervention. He’s a musician and a thinker. We make each other laugh. And for such a tender age (14 — kidding, 27), he has the wisdom and emotional savvy of French philosophers and Hindi gurus. I’m smitten. Thank you Craigslist! (read the full article)

Once upon the time, long ago in … oh we’d say the Jackie Kennedy 60’s, there were a bunch of mad, drunk queens.

Very mad, and very drunk.

They were living, it seems, in upstate New York. Or perhaps just visiting. There in a roomy white summer house, nicknamed Casa Susanna after the den-mother of the group (right, actually a professional drag impersonator), they would put on their bouffant wigs and black lace negligees.

They would sit on ugly sofas amid heavy dark-wood furniture and live out spoofy drag lives, making beautiful memories courtesy of Kodachrome.

Sometimes poloroid snapshots are all we have left of people.

So it is with Susanna and her “gals.”

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Cary Grant, believe it or not, had figure problems. Studio costumier Edith Head used to keep special mannequins of the stars she worked with on a regular basis, and when George Hamilton — a sort of deeply tanned Cary Grant update — was first sent to her, he was shown the many secrets and countless sins that a good suit could conceal.

In an interview I once did with Hamilton, he told me how he marveled at Grant’s strategic tailoring, suits padded here and there to disguise a mild case of chicken chest and a tendency toward round shoulder.

Not that you’d ever notice. In those Edith Head suits … well, Cary had the sort of special-occasion sex appeal that nudity would have lessened. You sort of wanted to have sex with him while you were both in tuxedos.

Every great picture of a man in a suit has echoes of Cary Grant — that’s how strong his impact was. Grant was the platonic ideal of Man in Suit. Never stuffy, quietly elegant, all effortless man chic (caught with great economy by celebrity cartoonist Al Hirschfeld, above.) “Everyone wants to be Cary Grant,” the actor once famously said. “Even I want to be Cary Grant.” (read the full article)

Oh yeah … this is singing! This is singing, dancing and jumping up and down. And it’s making us crazy!

Nightcharm’s favorite baritone Nathan Gunn — can we ever get enough of those pecs! Those pecs that were so lovingly lit in the Munich production of Billy Budd, above — Nathan Gunn, our Nathan, is finally starring at the Met in what we hope will be his breakout role.

He plays the lead in a new opera, An American Tragedy (right), based on the the Dreiser novel about a poor but ambitious stud who murders his floozy girlfriend so he can marry a high-society deb.

Surely, you remember the movie,
A Place in the Sun, where Montgomery Clift (then, still Jason Priestly pretty) played the stud, Elizabeth Taylor (in full ravishing bloom) played the rich chick, and the most beloved movie floozy of all time, Shelley Winters was everything you could ask for in cheap and lurid.

Nathan has the superstar looks — aw hell, Nathan has the porn-star chest! — that could easily floor both those dames — not to mention our own brother-in-arms Montgomery Clift. Now there’s a four-way we’d pay to see!
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Whether getting fucked or rutting like a priapetic rabbit — Raging Stallion superstar Shane Rollins can’t get enough of the funky stuff.

Sure, he’s famous for his beguiling smile and bodaciously perfect bubblebutt — but it’s his ability to bottom and top like a well-greased u-joint that gets us all foggy and bonerfied.

Case in point: His current prick-popping mojo on display in the Circle’s latest Video LaunchPad feature. A magnificent film titled Take It Like A Man.

Just exactly how much man-cock can Shane take? Watch in drop-jaw wonder as Shane practically rides a wave of cum as Steve Richards and monster hung Michael Brandon pile-drive his perfect booty. A real stocking stuffer for those hankering for a nasty early Christmas treat.

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It promises to be the hottest stud farm in Las Vegas, an all-male brothel that will be presided over by the notorious “Hollywood Madame” herself, Heidi Fleiss.

And Lester James Brandt (above) wants to be a part of it. You may remember (or maybe not ) Lester from his year-long stint playing a bad-boy Latino on the soap sudser Another World. That was back in 1995.

“I decided I was going to make acting a full-time career and I gave myself ten years to do it,” he said back then. Well, 10 years have come and gone with only the occasional walk-on and a lot of fitness magazine work. Lester has decided to move on to Plan B — a classic Plan B for so many beautiful boys and girls who don’t quite make it in Hollywood : big-time whoredom in Las Vegas.

“I’ve been following the guide to how to be an actor all this time. But I never got the big break,” Brandt tells Newsweek this week, explaining why he went into the stud service. “Then I met Heidi and I thought, ‘I’m gonna try something different’.” (read the full article)

The story isn’t complex. In fact the plot is as old as time: Two cowboys. Tons of tats. A lone mountain. A simple, innocent appreciation and respect for one another. And then… (read the full article)