“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.” (more…)

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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