Between their weekly releases of new photo sets and all the play they get on gay blogs, the French photographic duo, Exterface, has got to be up to their peepers in free publicity and web visitors. Their new set, Ultimate, combines religion, fashion, idolatry, and sensuality all in one beautiful series. Ultimate shows an immaculately beautiful model and his tailor in intimate embraces as the tailor measures and watches his beauty come to life. It’s also like a men’s fashion version of Project Runway meets My Fair Lady or some shit. What we wouldn’t do to lay out busy little hands on that hot cut of man. If you haven’t yet, check out more of Exterface’s previous works on QueerClick: Swan Hello Sailor! Boywonder Psilocybine Animale Rhapsody Flamme Ether Sky Walker Muse
These two men continually kiss and share a secret in the small viewing window of the Berlin Gay Holocaust Memorial. The memorial opened on May 27, 2008 to commemorate the 10,000 to 15,000 gay men sent to concentration camps and as a continued plea for tolerance. Twice, the window has been broken by vandals, evidence of the violent homophobia that necessitated the memorial in the first place.
2000-Date
By Steve Prince
“You have to get dirt on him!” Troy demanded over the phone.
“Sugar,” I said sympathetically, “I don’t think there is that much dirt to get.”
“But he’s so yummy,” Troy said with a lecherous tone that hinted at Troy’s dirty side. “Boys that cute have got something in their closets.”
Kelly was cute. I had met Kelly a couple of months ago while going to see Cody dance at MJ’s. Kelly had just started volunteering at the call center and Cody trained him. Troy had seen him come into the office and was immediately enthralled.
“Can you believe he’s thirty-one?” Troy asked. “I totally think he looks twenty-four.”
“Well, of course,” I said stating the obvious. “You do like to take the youngin’s to Rim Town.”
“Mmmm,” Troy purred like a kitten being stroked. Troy really liked rimming guys. Okay let’s be honest—Troy loved rimming guys like I love eating Awesome Blossoms from Outback Steakhouse. I seriously think he’d love nothing better than to watch 80’s re-runs of Days of Our Lives while rimming some cute, young, hairless, blonde, twenty-four-year-old guy. He’d never leave the house.
“I would take him to Rim Town,” Troy responded, as if reading my mind. “I bet his ass is so smooth.”
“You’re obsessed,” I said lovingly.
“I know,” Troy said. I could imagine his confident, cute smirk over the phone.
“So you’re gonna do it?” he asked.
“Yes,” I sighed giving in. “I’ll do it, but exactly what information do you want me to find out?”
“You know,” he replied, “basic ground work questions.”
“Um,” I paused, “define basic.”
“Really, Steve?” Troy chided. “You know, for someone who writes about sex every week, you sure have a lot to learn about dating.”
I couldn’t argue with that. I know dick about dating—literally this year. I mean yeah, I’ve taught a twink how to suck cock, almost gotten arrested because of Britney, and dabbled with a player, but most of my experience this year has pretty much been about hooking up. And I don’t regret it. Oh holy crap do I NOT regret it. Sex is great, sex is amazing, sex, in part, makes me who I am. However, after I cum and the guy goes home… what’s left?
Jingle balls, candy cocks, and Santa cruising the bathrooms? It must be triple X-mas! Whether you prefer to give or get, Gay Pimp Jonny McGovern‘s new video “Dirty Gay Christmas” has got something for everyone, including a countdown of the 12 gays of Christmas and lots of hot pics of his Ho, Ho, Hos. If you dig this video, the Gay Pimp’s got loads more videos and songs with lotsa hot studs at his YouTube personal page.
With two gold albums and twelve chart topping hits under his belt, Christian singer Ray Boltz, shocked some when he came out this past September. His latest single, “Don’t Tell Me Who to Love,” is a protest against Florida’s Prop 2 in Florida and Soulforce has produced a video for it with lots of great shots of gay couples and parents. Interesting how well he mixes Christian and techno music.
Thanks to Bilerico for the info.
What goes better with romance than a little lube? Some “Grease” should do ya! In this ultra-famous, overplayed yet nonetheless catchy number, Sandy has vamped herself into Danny, the greaser’s dream and decided to tease him in and out of her “fun house” (get it? It’s a metaphor for her lady box). Too bad she’s done it at the expense of everything she is, especially since Danny’s acted like a douche-nozzle towards her the entire show, But who hasn’t done something stupid to get a guy? Urm…
This satirical spoof,Challenge of the Super-Duper Friends features the heroes and villains of modern-day U.S. politics, including George Bush (“Petro-Man”), Karl Rove (“Doctor Spin”), Barack Obama (“Captain United”), and Hilary Clinton (“Reform Girl”). Like last week’s cartoon, it’s unclear if this project had any actual episodes made. However, you can still learn more about each hero and villain at the Super-Duper Friends website.
Hit Me With Your Best Shot
By Steve Prince Boop-boop.
I jumped. I forgot that I had logged in to my AOL instant messenger. Someone just sent me a message. I glanced to the right of my screen.
“Hey, man. Long time.”
The sender of the message was Poses21. Hmmm, Poses 21? What the heck does that mean? I couldn’t recall who the hell this person was. Immediately I thought this is someone I’ve fucked around with, however it’s been a long time since I’ve logged into AOL Instant Messenger. I only logged in to ask my friend a question while she worked in her office, unable to answer her cell. Poses21?
“Yeah, it’s been a while,” I responded, “what have you been up to?”
Sure, I totally faked knowing him, but I’m Southern. It’d be completely rude not to know who this guy is. Seriously, my Mama would slap me silly if she knew I did that.
“Same ol’ thing,” Poses21 typed, “you can’t beat the California weather. I actually saw Rufus as USC a couple of weeks ago.”
OOOOOOOHHHH… (insert flashback music)
When I was twenty years old, I fell in love with Rufus Wainwright. If you don’t know who Rufus is then, you should find out. He’s super talented and super gay, like glitter-shooting-out-of-Paul-Lynde‘s-ass gay, queerer-than-Christmas gay, gayer-than-butt-sex gay… okay, you get the picture. He’s gay. AND, he’s amazing. I really believe he’s a 21st Century dandy.
I remember the moment I fell in love with Rufus. I had spent the night studying for a test for my Musical Acoustics class—yes it’s as boring and complicated as it sounds. My roommates had gone to bed hours earlier and it felt nice to have the quiet of the house to myself. I felt brain dead but my body felt awake. I lit a candle and put my earphones on my head. One of my choir friends had recommended Rufus’ CD.
“Listen to song number 5 first,” she said, handing me the CD from her messenger bag.
In the flicker of the candlelight, I forwarded the player to track five, leaned back, and closed my eyes. I want to say the song was beautiful, but that’s not accurate enough. In the song Rufus sang of disappointment and love. He describes looking at his love and not being able to see “straight.” For the first time in my life, I knowingly listened to a man sing about his love for another man. Moved to tears, I pressed repeat and listened to the song over and over.
Needless to say, I became a hugely nerdy Rufus Fan. Okay, maybe I became a bit obsessed. Late into the night, I scoured Rufus fan sites, soon becoming one of those fans known by their screen handle. And that’s where I meet Steve, or as you know him, Poses21. My AOL IM actually is still bigrufusfan21 to this day. I forgot that Steve lived in Santa Monica and though I still loved Rufus I hadn’t talked to him since I moved to California. So I was surprised to see his message on my computer; it had been so long since we had talked.
So now Steve’s response blinked on my screen awaiting my answer. I read what he wrote again.
“Same ol’ thing,” Poses21 typed, “you can’t beat the California weather. I actually saw Rufus as USC a couple of weeks ago.”
“Wow,” I replied. “I bet it was amazing. Did you know I live in LA now?”
“Nooo,” Steve responded, “we should totally grab a drink.”
The pressures of being gay in a predominantly straight world can make coming to terms with your identity, finding true love, and living free pretty tough. A lot of straight people take their acceptance for granted. However, this short, touching comedy puts the shoe on the other foot and makes an important and very simple point, especially worth consideration in these post-Prop 8 days.
Hungry for some hotness? YOU WON’T BE.Simian Mobile Disco from London serve up this dir-Dir-DIRTY little gem called “Hustler.” The lyrics are inane, but the video is insane! Come get your fill of Western consumption… French fries? Check. Hundred dollar bills? Check. Bulimic demons? Ahh… check please.
Wow… this is probably the worst trailer for a seemingly good film ever. Needless narration, over-the-top emotional music, and meaningless phrases (“No Rules! No Regrets! No Return!”). It’s an art movie for fucks’ sakes, not The Last Action Hero. Madrid, 1922: Spain’s traditional values of religious morality, art, and aristocracy find themselves under-minded by the new influences of jazz, Freud and the avant-garde. Salvador Dalí arrives at university at the age of 18 years old, determined to become a great artist. His bizarre blend of shyness and rampant exhibitionism attracts the attention of two of the university’s social elite—Federico García Lorca and Luis Buñuel. But Federico struggles against his own psyche, tortured by the damning implications of his own religious beliefs and the undeniable voice of his flesh. He is haunted by news of Salvador, who is collaborating on a Surrealist film with Luis and has embarked on an affair with Gala, a married woman. (SOURCE) Twilight’s Robert Pattinson plays painter Dali in Little Ashes, a film that explores his relationship with gay poet Lorca (played by Javier Beltran). The director’s statement from the Little Asheswebsite says, “The audience, with García Lorca, will fall in love with the shy and brilliant Dalí, and be captivated by his sensitivity and vulnerability hidden behind his poses and charades. We admire and fear for him in his outrageousness. Later, we fear more for García Lorca as we realize that Dalí’s masks have become his face, that he has begun to believe in his act, and that the pair’s love is becoming the victim of Dalí’s narcissism and ambition.” Two short clips from the film, after the jump!
Oh Exterface! Does the dynamically French photographic duo ever quit?! Swan (starring Fred Faurtin) show the hairy brawler in various states on undress and repose until he finally strips down in the shower, revealing his thick, veiny, uncut piece—quelle chaude! Not only are their photographs beguiling, but their subjects are consistently beautiful. If you haven’t yet, check out more of Exterface’s previous works on QueerClick: Hello Sailor! Boywonder Psilocybine Animale Rhapsody Flamme Ether Sky Walker Francois Sagat in Muse
Last week’s Musical Monday featured an intensely sensual song called “Touch Me.” This week, we feature “Toucha-Toucha-Toucha Touch Me” from The Rocky Horror Picture Show— campy, orgiastic viewing that’s essential for any blossoming homosexual. In this scene, Janet (Susan Sarandon) discovers that like her, her fiancee Brad, has also slept with their host, Dr. Frankenfurter. Amid her shame, she meets the Frankenfurter’s beautiful man-slave, Rocky, who she’s eager to comfort. Though the singing doesn’t actually start until 2:22, the entire lead up to it is worth watching, if for nostalgia or initiation.
Competitors Miles and Nico get hot and sweaty onstage in the Canadian version of So You Think You Can Dance by doing capoeira, a style of dance fighting. The dance is nice and the commentary yada, yada… oh my god! Are you looking at these two studs?! AHHHH! And there’s quite a bit of chemistry and bromance between the two. We love it. Watching Miles and Nico praise each other and the beginning and then stand their breathing heavy and repeatedly hugging as they get feedback is entertaining all in itself. Oh, and the poor-man’s Madonna is there too.
Why won’t any guys go out with Troy? What about his biceps? His listening skills? He’s perfect… almost. This amusing look into gay dating plays like it could have been lifted out of Queer As Folk. However, unlike QAF, only one episode of “Troy” was ever created… that’s right—this is it. But what happened to Troy? Did he ever find love? And what of the stripteaser and bartender? Did they hook up or did Troy get in between them? We may never know the answers to these questions. However, you can learn more about the cartoon and its creator at the TroyTooner YouTube page.
NOTE: If you haven’t already, read part one of this column, The Best. The Upper Hand
By Steve Prince Sunday, Day One, 11:45p.m.
Dear Diary,
I can totally do this…right? I mean I’ve done this plenty of times. Well, it’s been a while.
Ugh. Why did I let Alex talk me into this? I mean, he’s the one who thought he had a problem watching too much porn. How come I bet him that I wouldn’t jack off to porn for a whole week? How’s this fair for me?
I pulled my Macbook onto my lap to check my email. I then began my normal computer routine: email, CNN, porn, Facebook. Wait! No porn. Dammit. It’s OK. This was only the first day. In fact, I was still a little sore from the night before. After talking to Alex this morning, I learned we both had tried to get porn out of our system last night.
I could do this, and so could Alex. I mean it wasn’t like I couldn’t jack off–just not to outside stimuli. No problem.
Successfully yours,
Steve Monday, Day Two, 12:32 a.m.
Dear Diary,
Today was one of the longest days of my life. Not only was I late to work this morning, but I also completely forgot that I had a paper due for my night class tonight. Thank God the instructor is gay. I totally flirted shamelessly and batted my eyes—he gave me another week.
I love Professor Rudd; he’s very understanding. He was actually late to class today because he wasn’t feeling too well, hence, I think he chalked my mistake up to something in the air. Usually Professor Rudd dresses in a suit and tie, because he comes from his job at Loyola. However, today he dressed in casual clothes.
He wore a short sleeve shirt and I never realized how tan he is. He has that skin that normally is fair olive but he said he recently took a vacation with his partner, thus giving him a sun-kissed glow. I didn’t realize how buff he was. I mean in class, I have always noticed his perfect V-shaped torso, and I’ve noticed how his tie always lays right at his belt, as if pointing to his package. Still, as he talked, and moved his arms, I couldn’t help but notice his biceps and triceps dancing back and forth with one another—hypnotizing. Ah, Diary, Professor Rudd is nice to look at, I’ll admit.
He’s the perfect age too. I guess he’s thirty-eight. I love the clever asides he quips in class. My friend told me that he used to be a dancer when he was younger. It was hard to imagine his body being so graceful. As he stood in front of the class, his movements seemed so forceful and masculine. Ah Diary, Professor Rudd is a good teacher.
