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Between Francois Sagat's appearance in Saw VI, his dressing up as a creepy clown last year for Halloween, and now his starring in Bruce La Bruce's new flick LA Zombie, Sagat's become the porn star for Halloween!

You may remember that La Bruce directed Otto! or Up With Dead People!. It was basically a porno with zombies which is kinda hot in grotesque sort of way. The trailer for LA Zombie looks like it will follow zombie Sagat as he ambles around LA in a wifebeater and high tops looking for fresh meat. Just a typical Saturday night in LA, really.

If you're looking for more scarrifying fun, check out our collection of fun horror-comedy clips from last Halloween!

We already knew that Batman and Robin didn't go after sexual outlaws. But who knew that the Green Lantern, the Flash, Superman, and the other members of the Justice League were all in on the sexual crime spree? Public indecency is still a crime, boys. But who's super enough to bring these superheroes to justice? Especially when it's super enough just watching them!

Just Cartoon Dicks, the guys who brought you sex scenes from He-Man, reveal just what our crime-fighting crusaders get up to after a hard day's work. It looks like their nights are much harder (and wetter). Oh well, at least sodomy's no longer a crime in Metropolis.

More super heroic sex on QC:
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QCA Art: The Comic Book Slash Fantasies of Ponderosa
Sylvain Norget's The Naked Hero

Blind Faith
By Steve Prince

"Just let 'em sit in their own shit and smell themselves."

My Grandma Ida used to say that, God rest her soul.

She also loved to cook and feed her family. When you came to Grandmamma Ida's you ate whether you were hungry or not. Her home cooking also came with food for thought. Often, as I ate macaroni and cheese and sipped Dr. Pepper from a can, Grandmamma would recite her own life lessons and stories of raising my father and his four siblings.

Grandma Ida (Ida Jean to be exact) was a master of sayings. Growing up I knew her as an old, stubborn, and extremely wise woman with a heart of gold. She said what was on her mind, whether it hurt or not—the truth, or her opinion of it, was paramount. She had lived an extremely hard, very poor life in Southern Oklahoma, yet she loved her children and her grandchildren with a ferociousness that could also be scary if you ever crossed her. She was a survivor to say the least.

As Peter and I stood in Obar, me waiting for the bathroom and he wearing a waiter's apron, I watched him shuffle from side to side, his eyes darting for refuge. I felt my Grandma's ferocious spirit—bubbling inside of me.

Don't overreact, Steve, I kept telling myself.

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Get Smart
By Steve Prince

"Are you drunk?" I asked, turning to face Cody.

He stopped walking, baiting me. "Tipsy," he said smiling.

"Ah, he's fine," Troy said catching up to us. "He's a faker."

Alex, whose arm was around Troy's shoulder, nodded his head. "It's true," he said turning to Cody. "I saw you have only two beers."

"I'm just in a good mood," Cody giggled. "It's been so long since we've all been together. Now that almost all of us are single again."

Cody was right. It had been a long time. Tonight we were enjoying a reunion of sorts by having dinner. However, Cody and Omar diverted us to West Hollywood first to have a pre-dinner drink.

"Where did Omar go?" I asked.

The four of us turned. Two hundred feet behind us stood Omar, talking to some hot Latino boy.

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Unless you've been reading this blog blind, you'll know just how much we love, Love, LOVE Exterface. The French photographic duo create sensuous portraits of hot men that are bold, vivid, cinematic, and scorching hot! They're releasing a book called The X Faces of Fred Faurtin in which... well, why don't we just let them describe it:

Imagined by Exterface, «X» is as a ten-acts work of art and the result of ten months working on themes such as seduction and conquest. On more than a hundred of pictures, the duet direct Fred Faurtin, through ten characters, with surprising and captivating women and men (François Sagat, Vin Costes, Dj Leomeo...). All together, they experience an emotional journey, cover and undercover, travel through times, locations where baroque, romanticism, fantastic, thriller, punk and even antiquity are mixed.

We all know just how arty Francois Sagat can get, so we're excited to see just how he figures into the book. As for Fred Faurtin, we're usually not a fan of the male tramp stamp (especially one baring the title of a Vin Diesel movie, but considering his amazing ass, how good he looks in Tom of Finland gear, and the fact that Exterface decided to do 10 photo series with him, we're prepared to overlook it.

In Stereo
By Steve Prince

Why was I uncomfortable?

I mean, really. Here I am in Washington, D.C., marching in the National Equality March, with thousands and thousands of other LGBT people and I feel uncomfortable.

And what bugged me is that I wasn't uncomfortable with all the other marchers; I felt annoyed that I was making myself feel uncomfortable.

A group of deaf transgender people marched by, their hands signing furiously and some chanting, "We will always fight, all we want is equal rights!"

And there came that feeling again; and I bristled with annoyance at myself once more. As the group of deaf transgender men and women walked by, my first thought was, "Trans people aren't deaf."

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The attention to fabrics and surfaces in the drawings and paintings of Moxy Hart reveal his background in fashion and decor. To him, men are exemplary models of a smooth elegant design. He delineates their contours and adds in the value shading with extra attention. As a result, his models may look over-manicured or even Photoshopped, but he's concentrating on their allure rather than their texture. He envisions men with the eye of a lover. If you've ever sat and watched your beautiful partner as he sleeps, appreciating his beauty of his natural curves as he slumbers in the weak light of your bedroom, then you understand Moxy's approach.

We didn't include all of Moxy's sensuous images here because you really should check out his gallery. It includes lightboxes, lots of sketches, and even penis mobiles. Plus, while perusing the gallery, we happened to catch a drawing of Reese Rideout (bottom picture). Well, it seems like we know where Moxy gets some of his inspiration.

Hat tip: Beautiful Mag

Cross Country
By Steve Prince

"I want you to leave."

His voice sounded so final that it scared me. I began to open my mouth to counter Peter's words.

He raised his hand to stop me. "I don't want to hear it," Peter said. "You should go."

I hadn't seen Peter looked so determined in a long time. Still I knew that face from high school; there was no arguing with him now. And besides, he was right, I should go. It was for the best...

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Be sure to read part one of this column if you missed it last week.

The Tipping Point
By Steve Prince

After hearing a crunch, I turned around just in time to see Peter's fist pulling back from the guy's face. Blood gushed down from the guy's nose as Peter bounded back like a boxer waiting to strike again.

You'd think that blood pouring from your face might stop you from fighting, but not this guy. After being hit, he stepped back stunned and then lunged towards Peter, rage flooding his eyes. Thankfully, his friend wasn't going to go after me.

"Jim!" he yelled grabbing his arms, "Stop! Don't be a prick!"

"Peter!" I went to hold him back.

Peter turned at me and growled, "Don't fucking touch me!"

I stood frozen. The intensity of his anger scared me.

"I'm sorry," Jim's friend called while trying to restrain the bleeding man. "He's drunk and acting like an asshole."

"Well, he should fucking know better," Peter shouted. "I'm not a fucking fag!"

Tearing himself away, Jim adjusted his shirt and flexed his chest. "Get off me," he said to his friend. "I don't fucking need this. Fuck you, both."

Peter began to move towards him, but this time I caught his arm.

Jim quickly ran off with his friend trailing behind and even in that moment I wanted to laugh at his cowardice. I tend to giggle when I get nervous. But judging from Peter's face, I decided to keep my mouth shut.

The ride home was abysmal. Not only had Peter been drinking, but now he was furious. Everything I said to calm him down only riled him up. Finally I gave up and focused on driving. I just wanted to get home.

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The Great Compromise
By Steve Prince

It took me a week to get him to say yes.

But he finally did.

"If it's that important to you," Peter said with a shrug, "then I'll go." He leaned forward and kissed me tenderly.

It was that important to me.

Even though I tried to forget it, the party from last week was still fogging up my mind. Troy had apologized for what he had said, and I apologized for not respecting his wishes. We were fine, but still the fog remained.

I couldn't help but wander if there was any truth to Troy's words. In my experience, the things people say during fights are so hurtful, so shocking, well, because the things they say are usually true.

Were Troy's words true, was I pissed because Peter wasn't "out enough"?

So that's why I brought up going out in West Hollywood. I knew that would be a bit of a stretch for Peter. He had never been.

When I asked him if he wanted to go out with me and the boys, he scrunched up his adorable face as if some foul stench had wafted by him.

"Pleeease," I begged, wrapping my arms around his waist and cradling his amazing bubble ass with my palms. I knew this would be weird for him, but we had been together for several months now.

"I dunno," Peter began to backtrack.

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