
I’m not happy ’til I’ve found the quiver in a man. The hidden part that trembles. I don’t think I’m anywhere near home base with a sex partner if I haven’t beckoned to and found the involuntary part of him that shudders and opens and spills out what’s in it.
I’m not talking about cum necessarily. Although in porn, I’m almost always only interested in the cum shots. Even the most self-conscious porno star/poseur can’t come to orgasm — at least for the nanosecond his body and psyche are able magically and unconsciously to call it up — without delivering something completely unguarded, something irresistible to him — something he can’t help sharing with whoever catches the quick grimace and rolled-up eye that accompany the enigmatic blast-off. (more…)


Everything you’ve heard about Francois Sagat is true. Dare we say it!
As Brokeback was a clear-eyed picture of gay men in love that accurately assayed an American landscape of self-loathing and violence, so too did Dreamgirls, in its seemingly lighter way, show the sidetracking of black talent in a culture that awards sameness over sharp-angled innovation, that can only superficially look at the sights, sounds, moans and screams of its Jim Crow heritage.




Remember Daniel, our Fratmen theater cover star (right) from last month? Well, the boys been movin’ on up! In a big way.
When you begin life as a Mouseketeer on the Disney Channel and you’re heading into 




