John Waters is one of the icons of these post-Andy Warhol times.

Once hailed as a “Master of Sleaze”, the man with the creepy pencil mustache and the look of a drained vampire shunning the sun behind big swoopy sunglasses, John Waters has, with his films and books, subtly shaped the atmosphere of hip taste and pop intellectualism. It now drapes around him as comfortably as a well-made suit.

As the picture at left quietly attests, he is the essence of courtliness and chic, reminiscent, oddly, of Zachary Scott, the silky, duplicitous playboy who so brings our Joan to grief in Mildred Pierce. Yes, the bard of Baltimore has become stylish — after all.

Stylish and one of our sharpest gay humorists.

More culture critic, than funny man, his refreshing — at times, startling — takes on recent cultural events such as Britney’s MTV debacle or his own surprising commercial success with the musical Hairspray were on offer in an interview he gave a North Carolina newspaper, The Independent, before his talk there at Duke University. (read the full article)

You met him online and he seems like a real stud.

One thing leads to another and before you know it you’re building fantasies all over this guy. You’re nervous to arrange the date but his deep, masculine phone voice is everything you’ve been looking for from your ultimate fuck buddy.

It’s not until you enter his apartment that you’re confronted with the reality of your predicament: peach-scented candles, a collection of Gone With the Wind commemorative plates with certificates of authenticity from the Franklin Mint, a pastel-blue yarn toilet seat cover.

It’s too late to turn back, friend. You’ve entered the world of a Lurid Digs contender.

Of course if you’re lucky, Romeo will have posted images of himself online with indicative clues to his lack of taste before you ever arrive on the scene.

Each month, the readers of our sister site, Lurid Digs send us so many horrifying photos of their past, present, and potential online lovers surrounded by the type of carnage that we do so love to hate… it’s impossible for us to publish them all, but we sportingly keep trying.

It’s our mission to let the world know that no matter how hot a man is, if there is a giant pile of orange dog puppets behind him when he takes the shot for his profile, he’s probably not safe from scrutiny.

Visit the world of Lurid Digs now.

What television lovin’ gay kid from the sixties and seventies hasn’t wondered if I Dream of Jeannie‘s mistress of Middle Eastern magic, Barbra Eden, had a sexy brother of equal hotness?

Well, leave it to Raging Stallion Studios– the San Fran porn producers who go the extra mile to fulfill every erotic fantasy you’ve ever had the pleasure of diddling within your agitated libido — to deliver up the magic.

And yes, we’re talking about a gay male genie. One of those supernatural creatures with the kind of aphrodisiacal spells that can transform a couch full of heterosexual males into a homo-writhing, clusterfucking Kodak moment.

We love disruptions like that. Don’t you?

We thought so. (read the full article)

Nightcharm is excited to bring Inner Circle members exclusive BUTT interviews and photo shoots. The following conversation between Jeppe Laursen and Gert Jonkers is the sort of spirited exchange that typifies the magazine’s easy-going and horny approach to all things queer. Enjoy! (read the full article)