Blasting away in our Treasure Island Theater, scene one from Paul Morris’ new classic BONE DEEP. (We like titles that just come right out and tell us what we can expect once signed on.)

As Paul notes: “Watching this is like relearning what fucking between two men means.” Wow, sounds, uhm, transcendental!

Nightcharm staffers had to agree with Paul, unanimously yelling out descriptions at the monitor, like: Incredible energy! Serious hard-core deep-fucking! And, please STOP, I can’t take it anymore. Or: NO, don’t stop it!

Watch in awe as wild-man Keer gags the indubitably cute Christian on his monstrous 10 incher — and then slowly counts to … uhm…T-W-E-N-T-Y!

Oy!

This is a rough-and-tumble sex match-up made in Porno Heaven. Don’t miss it. Check this scene out now, in the Inner Circle of course.

Because the ’50s were so much more than tailfins and pointy bras.

BUT WAIT! — THERE’S MORE! (more…)

“…unhappy ever after.”

There is no common manual informing autoerotic axphyxiants what strange, kinky adornments to use during their ritualistic dances with death.

Yet somehow the fantasies of these unrelated men coalesce, as if all involved were possessed by the same external spirit that captures the psyche and compels the act. It is nearly always done in secret, but discovered in an awful, morbid way: a roommate or family member walks in to find a loved one dead, accidentally strangled while jacking off.

Autoerotic asphyxiation is based on the understanding that oxygen deprivation in the brain enhances the orgasm.

For that reason many BDSM players enjoy being choked during sex, but that is hardly similar to the way men commonly asphyxiate themselves alone.

The central feature is a belt or string constricting blood flow through the neck, but other common features seem unrelated. Their cases are known by the way their bodies are found when they accidentally kill themselves in the act: naked or nearly so, bound by the neck with a rope, and often bound at the genitals or hands. Surrounded by pornographic images or texts. Sometimes wearing a piece of womens’ clothing; stockings, or a bra. Often surrounded by mirrors, so that the practitioner can watch himself in his dangerous ecstasy.

The issue that has stumped sociologists and psychologists alike is that it is not a learned activity; somehow a guy figures on his own to combine all these seemingly unrelated sexual behaviors, through solitary experimentation or whim.

Autoerotic asphyxiation is so strange and taboo that few talk about it openly — practitioners are usually studied by the way they die — yet its most common among healthy, successful and well-adjusted young men, and the cause of, on average, one death in the United States per day.

That list of accidental deaths may now include the actor David Carradine, who played the mysterious “Bill” in Kill Bill, found dead in a hotel room closet in Bangkok on June 3 with a shoelace tied around his neck and genitals and his hands bound.

The incident was first broadcast as suicide, but later explained, by a Bangkok police press agent, to be that “we cannot be sure that he committed suicide but he may have died from masturbation.” Carradine was 72. (more…)

Unfuckingbelievable.

Obama upholds DOMA, does nothing about DADT.
Gay groups are going crazy. Aren’t you?

Twelve years before the Stonewall riots blew the gay rights movement open, an unsung hero led the charge.

Franklin Kameny (left), a World War II veteran, was fired from a U.S. Civil Service job in 1957 on suspicion that he was a homosexual. He refused to capitulate and refused to be ashamed of his sexual orientation, taking the case to the courts, suffering loss after loss. He branched out to take on the American Psychiatric Association to have homosexuality removed from its list of disorders, working with the Mattachine Society, the leading gay rights group of the time. He fought for nearly a decade before the APA reversed its position. In 1971 he ran for Washington D.C.’s nonvoting congressional delegate, hoping to be the first openly gay candidate to win public office, and lost, two years before Harvey Milk’s first defeat as a candidate for the San Francisco Board of Supervisors, a position Milk finally won in 1977.

How times have changed since then. Kameny has gone from a peculiar dissident to a celebrated hero of the LGBT rights movement, and his home in Washington has been declared a D.C. historic landmark. He’s being honored this year at the Pride celebration in Washington D.C., at the age of 84, for his work. Most of the institutions Kameny took on have now been reformed in favor of LGBT rights, and the terms and arguments fought during that first push have been enriched with layers upon layers of queer liberation thought.

But it was the first leaders and activists who had to push the hardest, who struggled to maintain dignity against seemingly insurmountable odds. They fought battles they knew they were going to lose, on issues yet unclear if there could ever be a victory.

Fifty years ago, had the Internet existed, websites like this one would have been promptly shut down as obscenity. So it seems fitting to take a moment now to honor Kameny, who took one of our community’s first steps toward freedom.

All rise for the First Lady!

Exactly how drunk was Babs?

Revving like an over-worked motor, in the Inner Circles Vintage Classics vid theater this month, is the Best of Colt 1 and 2. The joy!

Colt specializes in massive, masculine, muscular men, and this golden classic comprises the first two compilations of their world famous porn loops — all from the 70s and 80s — the very pinnacle of disco porn.

Featuring some of the most intense muscle bound men of a bygone era. It’s all one big sloppy, messy, cum-drenched pool of writhing man-to-man sex: No condoms, no smiles, no twinks. Yeowza!

Cast includes: Butch Barnes, Gunner Hyde, Killer Joe, Lars, Clint Lockner, Nick, Rocco, Kirby Scott, Jack Hacker, Jake Baker, Vito Cesari, J.W. King, Rocco Rizzoli, Mark Rutter and Ed Wiley.

Come on in, and get your Colt on!