Our resident QColumnist, Steve Prince, has taken off for Christmas. However, he left a special gift our QC readers. Whether you’re A Gay In The Life fan or a newcomer, ’tis the season to start reading because now there’s an AGITL fan page plus we’ve linked all the columns from the first to the last.
By clicking on the image above, you can start reading Steve’s very first column. Then, just click on the image at the start of the column and you can read the next column in the series and his next and next! Keeping up with A Gay In The Life will be easier than ever!
You can read about Steve’s late night hookups, the time when he saw Wonder Woman in Las Vegas, the time he met Leo Giamani and Cody Cummings, his search for true intimacy, his blow-by-blow count of a breathtaking blowjob, his protesting Prop 8 and in the National Equality March, and of course, his romance with his closeted boyfriend, Peter.
So cuddle up with Steve Prince and A Gay In The Life—it’s the gift that just won’t stop giving!
Last time we hung out with drag comedianJackie Beat, she explained the joys of Chinese lead poisoning, female genital mutilation, and the KKK to her judgmental friends. Now she’s come out with a disco parody entitled Don’t Tell Me You’re Gay and it’s uproarious! Not only are the lyrics raunchy and bitchy, but the video also features hunky LA party promoter Mario Diaz—hubba hubba!
Reead isn’t brand new to the music scene, but just popped up on QC’s radar. We’ll admit, we were first intrigued by his hot looks, but once we got a listen of his latest album, Nobody’s Innocent, we were hooked. (Download it for free on his site.)
Born in Algeria and now living in Paris and London, Reead says he loves making music, “because it’s the most beautiful thing to connect with people from every nation, every religion and every culture.” You can tell that he loves chatting with his fans, through his website, blog, Twitter, Facebook or Myspace.
Head over to his site, check out more hot pics or head to iTunes to download his music.
We’ve embedded the music video to Nobody’s Innocent, the title single off his latest album, below.
We were just browsing through the iPhone App Store and came across Adonis Mag, a fun app that features photos of incredibly beautiful guys. Each issue features one photographer but many models. For example, the first issue of 84 photos was shot by world-renowned photographer Fred Goudon (Dieux du Stade, Aqua, Virility, Bedtime Stories) and the second was created by Christian Del Rosario.
We downloaded both issues and are particularly loving model Baptiste M. (Issue #1) and QC’s friend David Rich (Issue #2).
Each issue is only available on iPhones and the iPod Touch and cost just $1.99, well worth it.
Even though producing a dance track is the last stop in the Porn Career Pyramid, S&M butcher Brodie Newport has just released his 6th music video entitled, Belial Begins. But before we get to the track itself we wondered, What is a Belial exactly? Good question. Wikipedia suggests that he’s an uncircumcised puke demon:
a demon in the Bible, Christian apocrypha and Jewish apocrypha, and also a term used to characterize the wicked or worthless. In the Book of Jubilees, uncircumcised heathens are called “sons of Belial”…the demon [Belial] is said to have feasted on the poor and feeds the rich with the regurgitated remains.
Delightful! Now about the track, Newport himself says, “It is far from perfect, but the dreaded “sophomore” effort is finally done! Now to record the rest of the tracks for the ‘second album.’ This is just a rough demo, so don’t get all excited and put your critic hats on just yet K?”
The song itself sounds like a video game loop from a bonus level with a vocal track of Newport moaning and saying “fire”, “higher” and “desire.” The attempt places him in the sexy but modestly talented company of other porn musicians like Colton Ford and Dempsey Stearns.
As for the video, Newport flexes in a tight pair of Ralph Lauren briefs around the 2:20, 3:50, 5:49, and 7:22 marks—each time it only lasts for a few seconds, but they’re pretty much the best moments of the entire video. Otherwise, it’s just Newport flexing in a swivel chair and walking up church stairs. Not willing to use the North Entrance like the sign suggests, he walks aimlessly on the landing and communes with the stone lions—looks like Newport could take some video editing tips from our own QClique music star, Kentucky Boy.
The Agreement
By Steve Prince
He clutched my hand as if it were a lifeline. Peter felt nervous; I could tell by the shortness of his speech and the way his eyes darted back and forth. I wanted to be sympathetic, I really did.
“You’re quiet,” I said, trying to make small talk.
He smacked his lips, his mouth dry from nervousness. “Not much to say,” he said flatly.
The pathetic tone of his voice melded itself around my heart; pity crept into my chest and began to burrow itself into my stomach. I did love him, but was that sustainable? It’s odd. It’d been so long since I’d been in a relationship. I think the longer you’re single the more you begin to think about a relationship as idea or a thing—a goal to achieve. Yet once you have one you have it, that’s not the reality at all—it has you. The relationship is a process you both take and there’s no endgame; to succeed you have to keep changing with it.
Things weren’t changing with Peter and I. When I thought of our relationship, images of moss clinging motionless over still water ebbed in m mind. We felt stagnant, stuck in our issues.
I was still bitter from Cracked Xmas and the realization that my friends could all be in “out” couples still stung. I needed Peter to not only be my boyfriend, but to be proud of me. Still, I didn’t want to push him. All too well I remember being outed and still feel resentment towards the man who did it. It was as if that man had taken something from me that was my own; I couldn’t do that to Peter.
Peter’s hand twitched as a car swerved in front us. “I don’t want to go.”
Last holiday season, the Gay Pimp Daddy Johnny McGovern gave us all a Dirty Gay Christmas. This holiday, he’s leaving us a different package—one that would much rather receive than give—it’s a bossy bottom! McGovern gives these insatiable manwhores their just due by acknowledging just how demanding and sexy they can be. It’s a nice dirty turn from his usual PG-13 material. But watch out… bossy bottoms are one package that once unwrapped won’t go back in so easily—no refunds or returns, boys!
Cracking Up
By Steve Prince
“You won’t think I’m a bad friend?” Alex asked, putting both of his hands on my shoulders. Behind him a sea of gay men flowed into the theater, most in pairs two-by-two. It was like a gay Noah’s Ark—the actual Bible story, not the terrible show.
“No!” I scoffed. “It’s fine. Go. I know you and Richard have a table. It’s not a big deal. Besides, I’m happy you two are so smitten for one another.”
The last sentence finally seemed to work. Alex’s face melted into relief. Then he gave me a hug and hurried into the theater to an awaiting and smiling Richard.
“Steeve,” Troy called out on the other side of the hall, “Are you coming upstairs with us?”
I waved and nodded my head.
You couldn’t actually pay me to sit in the expensive seats today. This was the third year in a row that the boys and I attended the Trevor Project’s Cracked X-mas event. We come every year because it’s fun, because it’s so gay, and because there’s an open bar; however, the event’s also a yearly marker of our friendships. We all met as volunteers for The Trevor Project—a suicide helpline for LGBT youth. For one night a year, the Wiltern Theater in Los Angeles becomes a hotspot for GLBT hob-knobbing amid a sea of orange banners—the Trevor Project color.
Alex was sweet to be so concerned about what Omar, Troy, Cody, and myself would think if he sat with Richard at one of the tables. It wasn’t that big of a deal to us. I mean, yes, I would rather he sit with us and the rest of the volunteers, but it was fine. He’s in a relationship which often means compromise.
“Everything okay?” Troy asked with a look of concern. Two at a time, I launched myself up half of the stairs, where he stood.
“Yeah,” I said. “Everything is great. Alex was just apologizing for not sitting with us.”
“Well,” Troy said in a snobbish voice, “he should—dumping us just because his boyfriend can afford expensive seats!”
I looked at Troy sideways. “You’re such a bitch,” I said jokingly though meaning it at the same time.
Without missing a beat, Troy answered, “I know.” He cleared his throat. “Tonight, you’re hanging with all the newly-single boys, so don’t bring up that adorable boy of yours, because it makes us jealous… let’s go!”
He took my arm and led me up the rest of the steps to the upstairs bar. We mingled through the crowd and finally found Cody and Omar.
“There she is!” Cody catcalled to me, while handing me a drink. Beside him stood a gorgeous Latin man with jet-black hair—Tommy.
Even though I’d met him several times already I was still taken aback by Tommy’s beauty. To say he looks like a model is an understatement. Of course he had a body fat index of negative four, but so did tons of other gays in Los Angeles. Tommy’s face was just… perfect. Even the small scar on his forehead looked as if it was meant to be there, touched by a really gay God.
I watched Cody look at him; his eyes danced as he watched Tommy talk. He was really falling for the guy. They initially met through a friend and planned on just hooking up. However, I guess you can’t choose who you fall for.
“So Steve,” Omar said with an obvious slur, already tipsy—Omar can’t turn down an open bar—”why didn’t you bring Peter?” he asked.
Ricardo Fumanal is a 23-year-old Spanish artist whose photo-realistic drawings take a cue from fashion magazines and pornography. Though his images of men tend to be playfully rude, they also exude a boyish affection for his subjects and a sort of collage quality that is as observant as it is off-kilter. He started off as a graphic designer and eventually amased a portfolio of illustrative work from several different Spanish fashion mags.
In a brief interview with the artist, Fumanal describes his inspiration for models:
The boys you draw, are they your friends?
In general no, but I would love to do it with some of them, although the majority of my friends are not so extrovert.
I have drawn colleagues in some cases and I’ve included myself in a composition as well, but normally I select them from fashion magazines, erotic photos, cinema and the vast world of the internet.
It’s always cool when you realize that pornography inspires a lot more than orgasms. It provides men more than one way to express their desire both on the page and in bed.
Via Sticky.
Last week Steve Prince left us hanging about the drama with Peter. Read part one. The Good Boy
By Steve Prince
It took me ten minutes to get him out of my open doorway and onto my couch. Not only was Peter horribly upset he was also incredibly drunk.
He sniffled on my couch, his hands resting between his legs.
“Can I get a beer?” he asked.
“We don’t have any,” I lied. “No alcohol actually. Everyone drank it.”
Peter has a very long history of abusing alcohol and tonight he seemed to be back to his old comforts. Still, getting into that conversation right now seemed like it would be counter productive.
“Do you want water or a Dr. Pepper?” I asked tentatively.
He shook his head. I sat beside him on the couch and he folded himself into me.
Peter’s crying had stopped and just a couple of random sniffles remained.
We sat quietly for a while before anyone spoke.
“Babe,” I said, the sound of my own voice surprising me, “what happened?”
I could feel his body tense at the question. After a another long while, Peter finally sat up on the couch and turned to look at me.
“My mother,” he said taking a gulp.
“Did you talk to her?” I said.
He nodded. “I had to,” he said, “she was there.”
“Oh… fuck,” I said calmly; calmly despite wanting to jump up and freak out.
Well looky here! The Gay Porn Times have discovered none other than our very own porn artist, Francois Sagat on a page in the Italian Vanity Fair inforan short article about a Paris exhibition for the art couple Pierre et Gilles.
And if that’s not cool enough for you, here’s something even hotter—Sagat recently starred in an odd, French safe-sex commercial in which he uses a magic fairy wand to make a condom magically appear on his fat dick. Then, he shows you how the trick is done by rolling a condom on and throbbing his wickedly yummy meat. His cock may not be a work of art exactly, but it’s still a thing of beauty that we wouldn’t mind seeing in a museum (or in our mouths). Check out Sagat’s other art projects on QC: Sagat In Saw VI Sagat in the Art of J. Bone Sagat in L.A. Zombie Sagat in After the Match Sagat in Wet Dreams Sagat in Exterface’s Muse
This is a first for QCA! Normally we feature photographers, film-makers, and graphic artists, but never before have we featured a fashion designer. Nicolas Petrou is the mastermind behind PETROU/MAN the cutting edge in young metropolitan fashion. His shirt and slacks designs combine the hip with the highbrow, using the fabrics you normally see in upper-crusty styles with a cut-and-paste collage artist style. If you’re into design or just checking out stylish men, it’s definitely exciting!
And if fashion doesn’t do it for you, East Village Boys (a blog we’ve featured on Sites We Love) has an interview with the designer that show’s he every bit as interested in men as he is in men’s fashion.
AY: Which city has the cutest boys?
NP: I would have to say Paris for sure. Anything the French do they do it so well! Wine, cheese, bread, food, cakes, art, cinema, love and even cheating! They just do it all so well! We all can learn something from the French boys! Come on, my ex cheated on me with a French guy while I was working hard to support both of us and when I found out (from you actually), all I was thinking was who was this French guy and what could do him too. It’s a sick thought but I was more jealous just because the guy was French. If the guy were from Slovenia or some other eastern European country, I wouldn’t mind it as much. Maybe my ex can explain to you in more detail what was so intriguing about sucking French cock.
Excellent! And if that’s still not enough for you hardcore porn lovers, his fashion shots have images of men sucking dick in them. What more do you need to develop a literal hard-on for fashion?
Grateful
By Steve Prince
I know it might seem like a silly tradition, but it’s something we do every year before Thanksgiving. Once every dish has been put on the table and once every wine glass has been filled, my “California family” and I go around the table describing what we are thankful for that year.
Call me a dramatic gay, but I guess I just need a bit a ceremony to mark a Thanksgiving meal.
I took my seat and scanned the table. My roommate James sat to my right, and my queer dear Raquel took her seat to my left. Alex sat across from me. A total of eight people sat at the table, friends I have made during my time in Los Angeles.
As I looked around, I couldn’t help but notice Peter’s absence.
“Hmm,” I paused while I raised my glass, “what am I thankful for?”
Seven pairs of eager eyes looked at me, their pupils reflecting the glittering candlelight. Twenty-four hours earlier…
“I’ve decided to come out to my family,” Peter announced. Almost spitting out my iced tea, I turned to face him.
Happy Thanksgiving everyone! Sure, Thanksgiving’s an American holiday, but we hope each of you has lots to be thankful for this year, no matter where you’re from. In his video version of CeCe Peniston’s Finally, Adam Joseph makes us feel thankful for loving men. Cece’s heartfelt lyrics of true love and his hot biracial couple finally celebrating their day in marriage makes us feel all warm and gooey inside. But even if marriage isn’t your thing, they show the white guy in his undies early on and he’s packing heat, which is something we can all be grateful for!
So we’re supposed to believe that the lead singer of Valley Lodge just broke up with his girlfriend when all of is home furnishings are constructed entirely of naked men? No wonder they broke up! He hangs his hat on a man’s dong and tweaks a guy’s peen just to turn on the lamp. We’ve seen such nude furniture before and we’re pretty sure that whoeever owns them is gayer than Christmas.
Man furniture might seem badass, but there are a few other practical problems. For one, where does the water come from in his “man-bath”? Isn’t ironing on the back of his studly ironing board cruel? And also, his dining room table… does he really want to eat off of it? How often does he clean it? And does the ketchup bottle ever accidentally slip through one of the table’s many, urm, holes? He ends up sleeping with his lamp on a man bed… so he’s either gay, tripping on some incredibly homosexual acid, or has an intensely homoerotic view of his home furnishings. We wouldn’t mind eating off that table though…
Um… we’re not entirely sure how we feel about this animated clip from Belgium. It’s not that we don’t like cartoon penises, right Chinpoko? It’s more that this clip looks like it came from a very gay hardcore version of Sesame Street or Blue’s Clues or Teletubbies or some shit. We want our kids to grow up feeling OK about uncut cocks, masturbation, and homosexuality… but not like this. And who animated the jism? We don’t know about you, but our load looks less like vanilla cum sprinkles and more like some clumpy Belgium mayonnaise—the kind they put on their pomme frites.
“Thanks” a lot Bilerico Project
