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.

“I don’t care,” I said.

“I don’t think about it — can we just change the subject?”

I didn’t even know what an uncircumcised penis looked like. I knew something about it having skin that would cover the tip, but I couldn’t picture where that skin attached. Did it just hang down from the head like a second scrotum or an earlobe?

The mysteriousness of it turned to a perverse curiosity, and it happened that my first boyfriend, who I dated when I was 19, was uncut. By then I’d learned what to expect by watching porn, but I couldn’t have predicted how turned on I’d be to see an uncircumcised penis in the flesh. The shaft seemed more thrust forward and determined, without that circular scar in the middle that would break up the shape, and I loved the way my boyfriend’s cock could tuck itself into a sheath when flaccid — it looked just as hot to me then as it did hard. (read the full article)

“Tomorrow, a healer’s going to tell us about the Mother Goddess being spotted everywhere, and he’s gonna teach us how to find and turn in heretics!”

Picture this: An oppressive One World government outlaws Christianity, condemning any and all who preach the Word of God to be corralled in internment camps for reconditioning or executed if they fail to comply. Now that the Liberal Agenda has culminated in imminent apocalypse, teachers are at last free to begin indoctrinating children about how marriage is for chumps while instructing them in the intricacies of ritual animal sacrifice. A star pupil — known as “The Monster” to his still-righteous family — decides turning in the faithful (now branded “sickos”) to the Progressive Gestapo headed by a New Age Healer in superhero attire is a great way to turn a buck, a move which ultimately triggers the Rapture and dooms the little prick to Hell as people vanish out of their clothes.

So everything turns out for the best.

A delve into the universe of Christian fundamentalist comic book artist Jack Chick will acclimate you to a stunning array of batshit plots that will have you alternately groaning, shaking your head, spit-taking your Riuniti all over your keyboard, or rolling on the floor. Colloquially known as “Chick Tracts,” these gospel-themed comics have been distributed by buzzkill churches, schools, and summer camps for four decades now in an effort to save precious little minds from the perils of secular culture. (read the full article)

It’s all about two musclebound men in an enclosed space going off on each other.

At any given time, it features a line-up of talent boasting monikers like Ian Loveland, Maximo Blanco, Brock Lesnar, and Nick Catone.

It culminates with one guy bukkaked in body fluid to the glee of a wildly appreciative audience.

It’s not gay porn, though.

It’s Mixed Martial Arts.

I can’t lie to you. On the scale of butch vs. femme gayness, I think of myself as a seven or eight in favor of the former. I’m male identified, have only four pairs of shoes, never use the word “summer” as a verb, and I don’t even have to do anything to attract a woman’s attention. However, the fact that I have never followed a sport or actually sat down to watch an event surely knocks me down the scale a bit, and I could give a fuck about that. Boooooring!

So if you’re like me, you probably have never even thought about what goes in an Ultimate Fighting match — basically, a human cockfight in which I presume you score by doing a good front punch or knee kick or something — outside of the fact that it boasts a roster of ridiculously hot men pounding each other out until one finally gives. (read the full article)

To say earthbound colossus Colby Keller is a lot to handle in every sense can’t be understated; why we couldn’t even hope to accommodate him in a single interview! So now begins part two of our epic Q&A with the stubbly, crafty behemoth who’s a fusion of the soul of Che Guevara and the body of Peter Krause. Wussy straight boy models! Fuck the selfish Free Market! Porn Is Power! An explosive bareback gang bang swan song! Colby gave and gave some more, and boy are we proud of the conclusion. (read the full article)

“Once you start getting that momentum swinging…it starts to go deep. You can feel it.”

Ask yourself this:

When you think of your favorite porn crushes, how often do you use descriptives like these?:

Brainy. Arty. Dorky. Approachable. Cuddly. Introverted. Literate. Chaplin-esque.

Meet Colby Keller, your Alterna-Gay Porn Heartthrob.

Whether you chalk up his popularity in an otherwise pretty uniform gay medium to a white collar (as in well-educated, not well-funded) labor shift or simply a big, bearded teddy bear doing what he has to in order to survive an upended Titanic of a 21st Century economy, Keller — above all else — comes off as disarmingly, sympathetically real.

A talented artist, gleeful sex hound, and unapologetic pinko sick to his dick of the myth of the all-providing Free Market, Colby Keller is as beloved for his brain as he is for his brawn, waxing intellectually on his excellent blog Big Shoe Diaries, adorning his frame with poetry, and partaking in naked drunk dance parties — complete with playful hat montage!

The scintillating and ever-candid Mr. Keller was gracious enough to allow this humble porn scribe a glimpse into his world, the culmination of which I think we can all agree has resulted in…The…Greatest…Gay…Porn…Interview…Ever! (read the full article)

Yes, Carl’s Jr. has actually employed a babe-like dude in one of its ads.

Ragnarok imminent.

Rare is the instance in which a gay porn actor’s offscreen life is as compelling as his onscreen antics.

Blond, statuesque Doug Cory is just such an exception.

Doug personified pretty much everything great about ’80s Era gay porn: a lean, muscular, and unenhanced physique; big, lustrous hair; a collegiate-handsome face; and a mainstream Bon Ton catalog by-way-of Chippendales aesthetic.

Mainstream is the watchword there, because though Doug only appeared in three features, he did in fact have a legit acting career going on at the same time.

Yep, many is the aspiring male starlet who turns to skin flicks for cash or adulation, but far fewer are the ones who have true talent and find their careers wilted by the moonlight.

Fame really is a fucking bitch. (read the full article)