It was with deep shock and regret that Shawn Baker’s popular Alexyss K. Tylor deconstruction was waylaid, only days after it debuted on Nightcharm, back in August of 2007. As quick as the above clip had appeared on YouTube it was yanked down. Leaving our tribute de-balled and stranded! Well, imagine our glee when a savvy reader notified us that the clip had reappeared. This prompted a mad dash to republish this golden moment in Queer Sex Ed history. And so we did. Enjoy! David K./Publisher

If you’re young, gay, and/or hard up for bucks, you may very well fall prey to whoring married men and lecherous geezers who are rabid for cock. Alexyss K. Tylor — cable access hostess of the Atlanta-based Vagina Power and YouTube sensation — is ready to bust some ass wide open and expose the urban skin trade … with a vengeance. Gay Boys Beware!

Alexyss (you know you’re in for something good just based on that spelling) is a modern kind of gal who teaches us that our gonads are essential factors in our self-actualization.

She reminds me of a Liberal Arts school sociology professor and that lady in Times Square who warns me that the Rapture is nigh. Alexyss seems fueled by a perfect balance of anger and highly-functioning craziness. (read the full article)

There’s the crazy Earth Mother with 22-inch long fingernails trying to buy toilet paper. And over here we’ve got the hillbilly who just replaced his car’s blown out window with the Twister mat he was conceived on. And then there’s a token fat guy in a power scooter wearing a T-shirt proudly declaring “I hate queers.”

All of these horrors, and more, have been captured and displayed by the snarky new website, People of Walmart. A site that gathers and posts pictures of clueless people to make fun of them because they’re one financial quandary above homeless and one step below sympathy. But what’s happening when we scroll through the cavalcade of calamities and laugh? And what’s made the site so special, in that viral kind of way that makes the internet go gaga?

Many would say it’s just light-hearted fun, a voyeuristic view into the ghetto pantry that is Walmart; highlighting how no one gives a fuck in Walmart; how Walmart is such a vast anonymous public space that it becomes private, like a person looking into their own fridge in the kitchen at 3 a.m., half naked, completely as their freakish selves, no affectation or fear.

It’s funny, train-wreckingly so sometimes. I look back at some pictures again and again for some cathartic pick-me-up. I look like shit this very morning as I type this, but hey, at least I’m not forcing my gunt into fishnet stockings while trying to buy the morning-after-pill at a Walmart pharmacy. (read the full article)

Two days ago Congressman Barney Frank told queers across America not to bother with tomorrow’s National Equality March in D.C.. He declared the protest “a waste of time at best.” Gee, thanks Barney, I guess it’s easier to tell people to drop you an email than drag your ass out to the lawn and show your fellow gay and lesbian constituents and citizens some support.

Well, never mind. Boring! Someone brighter and with a larger audience, comedian and political commentator, Bill Mayer just took a righteous stand for homos across America, and just in time.

Yep, Obama‘s prepping a speech for the queer-fest crowd. And you know what that means. Lots of references to hoping beyond hope — and dreams within reach, dreams about a near-future when homos are no longer second-class citizens; eloquently spoken of course, with maybe an Etta James Beyonce song playing in the background.

But enough of my bitching. Here’s the best parts of Bill’s rant. You can read the entire spiel at Huff Post.

New Rule: Everyone deserves equal rights.

That’s why they’re called “equal” and “rights.” Tomorrow night President Obama will speak before a gay rights group, and on Sunday there will be a massive gay rally in Washington, or as I call it, the Million Mo March. Which makes this weekend the perfect time for Obama to announce he’s repealing “don’t ask, don’t tell” and committing to a full-throated endorsement of gay marriage. One, because it’s the right thing to do and two, because it will throw the conservative base into such a frenzied, pants-shitting panic that they’ll drop all that BS about death panels and socialism and let us all get some actual work done.

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Woke up this morning, what do I see?
Three thousand cameras, pointing at me,
Dude says, You Levi?, I’m like, Yes, that’s me sir,
Well, you’ve knocked up the VP nominee’s daughter
– Levi Johnston’s Blues

With the shock and awe of a reality TV show, the news just keeps exploding regarding America’s would-be second family. Like the Addams clan, the Palin Family just won’t die.

But we’re not complaining. If it’s news about hunky stup pup Levi, well, then we’re all ears — let the gossip fly.

Yep, Levi Johnson, the nineteen-year-old father of Bristol Palin‘s out-of-wedlock spawn and failed veep candidate Sarah Palin‘s grandchild, has announced publicly that he’s spending concentrated time in the gym to beef up for his planned nude spread in Playgirl, the magazine that ceased publication in 2008, but plans for a strong online comeback soon.

Let us review, briefly, the tour of fame young Levi has been through leading up to this point.

Election year 2008 was a big year for Levi, son of an obscure, drug-addicted working-class mother in Wasilla. Levi was a know-nothing when it came to politics and public image. But fate had other plans. He was dating Bristol Palin, daughter of the recently-elected governor of the state of Alaska, which is about the size (population-wise) of a mid-sized American city.

John McCain‘s last-ditch announcement that Levi’s maybe-mother-in-law would be his Vice Presidential candidate threw Levi onto the national stage with the full speed of a 24-hour news cycle.

I can imagine the invasive coaching he received those days: “Well Levi, this week you’re going to meet the Republican presidential nominee. Also Levi, you’re going to St. Paul to appear on stage in front of the whole country at the Republican National Convention. My god! Get a haircut! Your girlfriend’s mom might become vice president, so you might want to fix up your Myspace page because it just became the laughing-stock of the Left and plastered across Daily KOS and The New York Post. And, oh yeah — you probably already knew this but your underage girlfriend is pregnant, and she’s definitely keeping it now. Oh — and you should buy a ring, because you’re getting married.” (read the full article)

Never in a million years will this porn plot expire: Caught sunbathing naked, Kevin gets exactly what he deserves for distracting utility dude,Jack, from his pool cleaning duties. They wrangle, wrestle (blow and rim) and finally wade into a pair of condoms for some heavy duty jack-hammer-inspired ass-pounding.

Somewhere in heaven Bob Mizer smiles. You will too. Forgive us for saying this but, go ahead and ‘dive in‘…you won’t regret it.

Anthropologically, he’s known as Heroicus Humanus.

Street name: He-Man.

In the antediluvian landscape of the distant past, his was a breed of peerless renown. It was he who led the war-glutted ice apes as they cut a battle swath through the witch-haunted marshes of the untrodden west.

Naked and armed with only a broadsword upon blazing Lemurian shores, he alone drove the invading sea serpents back into their charnel citadels of the deep. He-Man used his cavernous cleavage to suffocate the Lizard King atop his jewel-brindled aerie, then beat back and anally subdued the Troglodorian Brotherhood as they marched upon the eldrich gates of Myr where slumber the star-spawned ones.

Now he’s an extant loner wayfaring the Big Apple, teetering on the brink of extinction…and topless…perpetually topless.

You’d swear it all sounds like a syndicated TV pilot from the 80s starring Lorenzo Lamas, but it’s actually the brilliant, just-for-the-hell-of-it inspiration behind the culty blog findheman.com.

Its mission statement is clear: devote an ironic chronicle to a swarthy New York longhair in cargo pants and a Mohican pullback ‘do, create a fabulously overwrought mythos around him, document his movements on a weekly basis and elevate him to Web-wide stardom. (read the full article)