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They’re both nude. A man and a woman. Hip-deep in a jungle pond, their genitals thoughtfully concealed by gently swirling lily pads.

The woman’s long dark hair, as hair always does in these tableaux, carefully hides her breasts. Two giant white lotuses bloom beside the Biblical couple.

Yes, Virginia, this is Adam and Eve on their first date.

At least as it’s depicted at Cincinnati’s new 60,000 square foot Creation Museum — a museum that “brings the pages of the Bible to life.” And not just with animatronic dolls (left), but with a video of Adam and Eve in all their near-naked glory.

You read correctly, a video depicting how life as we know it really, really began (or so the museum claims): A solitary man. His magical rib. A miraculous mutation. A Wooo-man.

A snake … and then …

A career in porn?

Yep, porn creep strikes again, in God’s garden no less.

As so often befalls those associated with our country’s most sacred enterprises, sex and porn continue to have their way.

In our garden variety tale it’s Adam — er, Eric Linden (left), the hunky actor who plays Adam in Cincinnati Eden — who is currently under fire for associating himself with number one, S-E-X, and number two, S-F-X, a racy clothing company that depicts Linden in one of its ads showing off a T-shirt while he seems to be getting a blowjob. (read the full article)

Don’t kiss the world goodbye!

Unleash all the furies of hell on the fucker!

Like Sophie did.

Sophie?

Yes, Sophie Calle, the French artist who has brought grudge-fucking to a high art and become the hit of this year’s Venice Biennale — sort of a Cannes Film Festival for the art world and one of the most competitive venues in Europe for the bright and the new.

When Ms. Calle’s boyfriend emailed her a “Dear Jane” letter, she replied by setting 107 raving women on his ass — Furies, indeed — installing the entire “work” in a pavilion at the Biennale.

Reports the Washington Post‘s sharp-eyed and shaper-tongued Blake Gopnik: (read the full article)

And so the Sopranos ended last night with a whimper, not a bang.

And it was fantastic. Literally — including a perfectly believable report by one of the nastier comic relief characters, Paulie Walnuts, that one night when he was wandering alone he saw the Virgin Mary at the Bada-Bing strip club.

Love it!

So here’s my 2 cents on the ending, which I also LOVED.

The wisdom of it was the “two roads diverged in a yellow wood” paradox. And the point, as I see it, is that both possibilities are parallel — killed, not killed — and equally likely.

Ending the way it did the emphasis was on the tension of this sort of life, the precariousness of being a mobster. And then, after a step back, the precariousness of life for everyone. Death stalks us all, no? (read the full article)

If you’ve ever had a fantasy of being fucked by a genuine Idaho russet, this is your chance.

Booker is our new discovery, featured this week in the Inner Circle‘s Cruiser Boys theater.

The dick on this stud is so fucking thick, it won’t just open up your ass — it’ll clear your sinuses as well. You’re definitely in for a ride, guys.

Go get some!

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“I could have written a statement denying that I was homosexual, but lying did not seem like the right thing to do… The result was the termination of our careers, and the loss to the military of two more Arabic translators.”

That, in a nutshell, is the testimony of an outed gay sailor, writing an op-ed in today’s New York Times. (Pictured is a model, not the op-ed author.)

“I was an Arabic translator,” writes Stephen Benjamin, recounting an all too familiar tale of excellence denied because of the backward, religion-based opposition to gay men and women from right-wing politicos.

“After joining the Navy in 2003, I attended the Defense Language Institute, graduated in the top 10 percent of my class and then spent two years giving our troops the critical translation services they desperately needed. I was ready to serve in Iraq.” (read the full article)

John Calendo: Madame Callas slept here. Madame Callas still sleeps here.

School of Bobby Trendy is how I would describe this bedroom. Leather, as we know, is the lifestyle choice of the drama queen — the queen whose bedroom (cum dungeon, of course) must ever have a hint of the canopy and that certain touch of La Scala, however heavy handed. The gilt frames, the vermilion velvets, the embroidered pillows in delicate fabrics — this giddy embrace of embalmed kitsch brings to mind nothing less than the Liberace Museum in Las Vegas.

Off to the side and just out of frame one imagines a bedside sling, complete with bejeweled manacles and swan-neck supports festooned with cherubim and rose garlands. Oh how those manacles glitter with not quite real rubies, like brilliant drops of blood, when things get into full swing.

And so this brave soul offers himself to the worldwide web:
Str8-Acting Looking for Str8-Acting Only: Wanted — Slave, to worship his boots, ingest his bodily fluids and sing a chaste Mimi to his mean Musetta.

More gay amateur interior design critiques.
YES! — More Lurid Digs…right this way.

We just solved our summer reading list quandary.

Discreet Young Gentleman: All hell breaks loose when Dean Smith, Earl of Carwick, is tricked into being discovered in the company of Rob, a handsome male prostitute.

The Price of Temptation: Stephen Clair, the notorious Earl of St. Joseph, has a lover he can’t afford, a social calendar that’s out of control and a libido that rules his life.

Any questions?

It’s that pre-summer time of year again, when college and university students across the nation think about getting naked and shooting their first porn film. And who can blame them?

The money is great and think about it: Is stroking your cock to climax in a beautifully tiled shower really a form of ‘work’? Nah, just a pre-summertime high!

The extra cash comes in handy, of course. But it’s really about showing off the body that you’ve worked so hard to define during the spring. Like our new Fratmen star Riley. A rowdy exhibitionist that knows how to throw a mean spooge bomb.

Catch every minute of Riley’s porno debut in our Fratmen theater in the Inner Circle. Do it now!

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