Priceless ad copy:
You know these guys — great bod, great abs, great…wait a minute — everything Butt-A-Face! Ya know, the guy you’d pick up in the last few minutes before closing time at the bar, only after you’ve had a few. See these Butt-A-Face boys get fucked, sucked & jacked off on. It’s like going to the bar, but it won’t cost you and you’ll get laid.
Safe to presume that agents received some livid phone calls after this hit the shelves.
Only two highly symbolic locales ever seem to be perpetually invoked to embody the disparities of our fiscal meltdown: Main Street and Wall Street.
Are Andy and Opie Taylor having to ally with those hillbilly moonshiners in order to continue to afford their fishing lures, and is Patrick Bateman’s Amex Gold Card being refused when he tries to order a coterie of high-end escorts after killing his accountant with a power drill?
But what about Easy Street in Pornopolis? Does no one care about the sacrifices and indignities our favorite gay porn gods have had to endure in a sharp and jagged downturn?
Gay porn is really a subsidiary of the male escort/sex worker scene, lucrative in its own right, but still mainly functioning as a virtual PR firm and calling card for the sex brokers. Long-believed to be recession-proof along with other “vice”-related industries, even All-Male Action has taken a serious hit in the past two years. Revenues not just for DVD and magazine sales are down, but so are the returns for Web-based smut and the dancing circuit. Many is the urban escort who’s resigned himself to turning fewer high-roller tricks in favor of a more economy class clientele, and personal training and/or massage therapy bullet points are not necessarily placed in ironic quotations in resumes anymore. A top-tier star’s name and face just don’t ring up the dollar signs like they did five years ago. (read the full article)
“All you kids make me sick! You act like little Miss Muffet and down inside you’re dirty! Do you hear me? Dirty!”
Such is the hilarious moral condemnation spewed at teen trash selling their bodies to illicit porno-peddlers in schlockmeister Herschell Gordon Lewis’s gutterfest Scum of The Earth.
In a bygone genre devoted to the exploits of Teenage Gang Debs, Cocaine Fiends, and Untamed Youth, no greater shame was borne by the sinner than the curse of being a callow, surly youth wallowing in smut for thrill and profit at the behest of the flesh trade. Only bad kids use their bodies as toys or chattel! “Well you listen and you listen well: you’re damaged merchandise — and this is a fire sale!”
“Eat me, Pops! I’m the sale of the century!”
The accidentally-determined outcome of a Canadian sex research project conducted in Montreal and devoted to the male sex drive — the 97th such probe this year alone — suggests no youthquaker is squeaky clean enough for Riverdale or New Eden.
The mission statement: ascertain effects of porn viewing on college-aged heterosexual males. The intended control group: young men with pristine, virginal eyes who’ve never watched a fuck flick, never gotten a paper cut from dry humping a skin rag, and never had to wipe down their keyboards after losing control of a rogue pop shot.
The hitch: none could be found, prompting the researchers to reach the conclusion that “guys who do not watch pornography do not exist.” If you’re like me, you’re probably thinking “Also, water is wet,” while still entertaining at least a half-hearted cynicism about such a sweeping claim.
The project involved a mere twenty-odd twenty-something male volunteers — not exactly a broad cross-section of the human condition by any means, and the fact that none were gay is conspicuous given the import gay porn plays in our own sexual identities. The conclusion may be more anecdotal than anything else, but it still begs the fascinating question:
Is there really any guy out there who is a porn virgin anymore? Is that even possible today in the era of Web Porn? (read the full article)
Straight dick in your mouth and ass. Does that turn you on more than if I said gay dick?
I love the weird meta-appeal of gay porn when the performers are advertised as straight. The obvious reasons are people want what they can’t have. Some would argue the culprit is self-hatred and negative stereotypes about the masculinity of gay men. Regardless of these social neuroses, “gay for pay” should be harmless fantasy.
What’s wrong with straight guys fucking men for money? Do we really expect high ethical standards in the porn industry? Seriously, half the stuff you’re jacking off to is degrading and humiliating anyway. Broke Straight Guys is a site I keep thinking back to. I’m certain the gross desperation of such a premise is meant to be a vague slight against general heterosexuality. Can you imagine the outrage if there was a “broke gay guys” website where homos were ordered to put peens in poons and eat vaginas with spoons? GLAAD would shit a horse dildo, i.e. how dare they exploit and victimize economically disadvantaged gay men into rejecting their true nature. (read the full article)
The San Fernando Valley and West Hollywood aren’t the only gay porn casting couches on the globe.
Thirty-odd years ago when it was regarded as just one of the clustered Eastern Bloc nations, Hungary was mainly famed in the West for goulash, being a cost-efficient locale where vampire B-movies could be lensed with castle and fortress backdrops, and for serving as the stalking grounds for the likely first and most prolific female serial killer in history, Elizabeth Bathory.
Present day, it’s the awe-inspiring and apparently renewable pipeline of genetically-gifted hard-bodies exported for Capitalist gay porn toil that’s put Hungary and the U.S. on mutually beneficial terms, even if only on the sly.
There’s no hyperbole in using the adjective Olympian to describe these guys; not only do they all look like they just stepped off a marble pedestal, but many have some connection to pro bodybuilding, competitive wrestling, hockey, or fitness modeling. Their ranks don’t appear to be born so much as they descend to earth fully-fleshed and destiny-bound for the first plane out to Pornoville, USA.
There’s everybody’s favorite, the jaw-dropping and multi-aliased Ted Colunga (top, from Men At Play), whose body becomes more impossibly perfect as he seems to draw vigor form the very ground in Antaeus-like fashion. Back-that-muscle-ass-up Fernando Nielsen (left) is just as rightfully beloved as a veritable demi-god among muscle bottom lovers. Smooth-as-butter Marc Dievo is always ready to spread. Julian Vincenzo’s so sultry that a bat of his eyes could melt tungsten.
Muscleheads slutting it up for bucks in porn features has become so ubiquitous stateside that only bodybuilding industry insiders and muscle fanboys flip out about it anymore. Add to that web cams and the sea of solo muscle worship porn, and the line between the bodybuilding circuit and the porn arena gets hazier by the year. (read the full article)
Ah, the Dutch. So laid-back. So babe-like. So forward-thinking.
And so pragmatic.
This will shock you, but there are other countries where being gay is really not that big a thing, and your very existence is not an immediate threat to the nation at large. I don’t mean places like Oz or Narnia. Real terra firma lands.
The Netherlands is not only able to exist without constantly having to give the guys the side-eye — it’s actually willing to allot them an established stomping ground.
A park within a stone’s throw of Amsterdam is taking a nouveau approach to the earth-shattering issue of men having at within its environs. Rather than trotting out the police to start roping in men with their pants around their ankles and their heads in their hands, officials have opted for a decidedly more novel live-and-let live approach: signs alerting park-goers that they’re approaching the vicinity of a known cruising zone.
Relates municipal spokeswoman Manon Koffijberg: “If you don’t want to be confronted by a vision of that sort, the signs allow you to avoid specific areas. There are various groups of users of the park; people with small children who bathe on the beaches, those who walk their dogs, gays cruising and nature lovers. Things are arranged so that each group can relax in their own area without intruding on each other.” (read the full article)
