“I’m so sick and tired of Liberace’s people getting on national TV and bashing me, saying that I was nothing but a cocaine addict, just smearing my name.” — Scott Thorson
Scott Thorson is the author of Behind the Candelabra: My Life With Liberace, which is the source material for the HBO movie starring Michael Douglas and Matt Damon (as Thorson).
The first time I masturbated thinking of a man, I was barely a teenager. I’d masturbated before, but I never really understood why – it was just a feeling contained in myself. I’d push myself into my mattress and consider the strange, warm feeling. Waves up my chest and in my spine, a peaceful feeling afterward. It was unrelated to anything but me.Read More...
Obsessing over the men that we know only via the internet is one of the great art forms of the 21st Century. Few of us have realized it better, though, than Brooklyn-based multidisciplinary artist Christopher Clary.
Clary uses his own enormous gay porn stash as a starting point for the creation of works that consider his own sexual and social identity, and confront issues of sexuality and masculinity.
Leave a beautiful corpse.
James Dean wanted to and did, and long after he sanctified the union of cruel, swift doom with untimely struck-down youth, Tinseltown’s downmarket flip side â€“ gay porn â€“ seemed tailor-made for a never-ending series of sad, lurid fades-to black.
The advent of AIDS — Death come to town for an extended stay — claimed countless beloved players of yesteryear, and with contemporary ones foolishly buying into the false security that they can bring it to heel, more are bound for passage on Charon’s ferry.
See the brunet getting it at both ends?
He’s having one. It’s a very tough experience to document, much more illustrate, but that’s it right there.
Orgasms are pretty much a dime a dozen in gay porn. Most play largely identically in staging and reaction, though you probably have some stand-outs in your mind that you cherish.
Yes, it’s great seeing guys get doused, but for me the Holy Grail of cumshots is depicted above.
When I was 14 years old, my mom apologized for having me circumcised as an infant.
I was in the back seat of the car while my dad was driving, and though I don’t quite remember how the issue came up, I do remember feeling, naturally, horribly awkward about discussing my penis with my parents.
My mom said it hadn’t been explained well by the doctors, and that once the nurse brought me back to her with my “fists clenched and white,” she knew she’d made a mistake.
Look, times are tough.
Deep down, we’re all wanting to foment an urban riot, join a vicious gang, start a fire, and serve up a serious beat-down.
The trick is to plan ahead for if and when the law catches up to you.
Frankly, the only reason I haven’t been murdered yet is because I expect to be murdered by everyone around me, so just as I take steps to avoid being snuffed, I also plan ahead for my eventual arrest — in the sense that I want to take a really great mugshot.
Why is this pouty little leather boy so sad?
Can’t he find someone to spank him no matter how badly he begs for it? Could it be that he can’t land a proper master who can deal with his glamor?
Maybe it’s that he has difficulty achieving sustainable menace and swagger because it’s so obvious — even masked and geared-up — that he’s disarmingly cute with his sassy pair of lips and “Please don’t hurt me — I’m fragile” eyes.
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