On the eve of his 30th, Steve Prince presents the first of a two-part column. He promises the cum-drenched second half next week. A Birthday Surprise
By Steve Prince I’m feeling nostalgic. Why? Well, on March 12th I’m turning the big 3-0. And no, I’m not freaked out. I’m fine. In fact, I’m so fine that this week I’m taking trip down memory lane, and not because I don’t want to deal with my present birthday… because I’m fine. Besides, wouldn’t you rather hear about my 27th birthday anyway? I mean, 30-—it’s boring right. And besides I’m not avoiding anything. I’m fine… I’m just turning thirty… I’m going to go throw up while you read this…
Saturday March 11th, 2006
James needed to get it done. And by get it done, I mean he needed to have someone plunder his booty like a pirate who’s been on the Seven Seas for three years.
I guess that’s the beauty of having a gay roommate that you’ve lived with for a long time; you can tell him anything.
I could tell it’d been building for days. James had been working himself like a dog lately. James is very much the constant pianist. He’s super talented and works extremely hard. When he’s working on a project he throws himself into it completely. This is great if you’re a fellow musician, but if you’re his roommate… not so much. Within a week of working on something non-stop, James’ creative energy gets drained and he becomes a bit cranky around the house. I try to be sympathetic, because honestly I do the same thing. I guess we all go and go until we need to take some time for ourselves.
Luckily, we were going out for my birthday that night; at the stroke of midnight, I’d turn twenty-seven years old. Late twenties here I come. I’d spent that Saturday morning cleaning up around the house. James had been out playing a matinee. I’d just reached into the laundry bin to begin yanking out clothes to wash when I heard the familiar hum of his Rav4 pull up the drive.
“I hope you’re ready,” he called as he came in the back of the house.
“Ready for what?” I asked walking into the kitchen to greet him.
“Ready for tonight,” he said locking the back door behind him.
Jeezus. I knew where this was heading; James had hit her breaking point.
“I’m done,” James sighed, “this week has officially fucked me in the ass and you know what?”
“What?”
“If I’m getting fucked in the ass, then I might as well get a reach around while I’m at it,” he declared. He tossed his keys onto the counter and immediately walked over to the liquor cabinet. He grabbed the bottle of gin to make himself a drink. I looked at the clock; it was only 3:30.
Kyle invited his buddies Rex and Cameron over a couple weeks ago for an afternoon of R & R under the sun. Much to his surprise it turned out to be an afternoon of C & A! It started off when Rex passed out in his lawn chair and Cameron decided to take advantage of the situation. He leaned over and started kissing Rex’s body and rubbing his crotch. Rex slowly woke up and pushed Cameron’s head down to his dick. What a nice thing to wake up to huh? Getting the hint, Cameron pulled down Rex’s underwear and started suckin’ on Rex’s nice hard cock.
Hot damn! Is it weird that we find these paintings of men hotter than actual men? That’s a high compliment to the art of Chicago-based watercolor painter Rob Bondgren who will showcase his works from the series entitled Better Days Ahead this Saturday. His collection includes the vivid, intensely erotic, and slightly menacing works he created from 2005 to 2007, during the second half of the Iraq Invasion. On his site, Bondgren spoke about his own work:
The work in this series was first and foremost a reaction to my overwhelming disgust and fatigue with war, politics, terrorism and fear mongering, and the most unfortunate politicization of sexuality. I began this series because I selfishly wanted to have fun painting people having fun. Bottom line-I wanted to escape. This work explores themes of fantasy and desire and borrows imagery from a number of sources including, personal photographs, advertising and pornography. I am interested in what is considered beautiful and desirable, how this is conveyed through a variety of sources, and how I respond as a consumer. I realized early on that there is a fine line between taking the bait and avoiding the trap and I have constantly questioned whether or not I am just perpetuating stereotypical fantasies or if I am presenting something more subtly honest. While most of my work has at least some sexual undercurrents, this work moves beyond suggestive. These works pay homage to some of my gay art heros like Paul Cadmus, David Hockney, and Charles Demuth and Touko Laaksonen (Tom of Finland).
You can read a review of the artist’s work, after the jump!
noun: Truncation of ‘neo-conservative’, a label formed by the group Sex Panic in order to denote a gay person who disapproves of gay promiscuity.
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Mr. December from the hunky Mormon Men on a Mission calendar that got its creator from the LDS church. Source: Peter Palladino
Last week, we posted an unsurprising study that revealed the most conservative states in the U.S. consume the most porn. And at the top of the list was (ta-da!) Utah, home of the Mormon/Latter Day Saints church, which got us thinking… just how much Mormon gay porn is out there?
Before we began searching, we wanted a picture of just how conservative Utah is. Despite the LDS church’s backing of Prop. 8, the entire state isn’t crawling with anti-gay Mormons. In fact, the most conservative Mormons live outside of Salt Lake City and Park City. In the metropolitan areas there’s lots of young, hip artsy-types who couldn’t care less who you bugger.
We tried to find a good picture of Utah Porn Czar, Paula Houston, but one just doesn’t exist.
Sadly though, Republicans and LDS-affiliated politicians own the government. In 2001, Utah became the only state to appoint a Porn czar, Paula Houston, a single 40-year-old Mormon woman (and alleged virgin) who earned $80,000 a year to, um… to… well, perhaps we’ll just let her tell you:
“To ferret out and prosecute those who violate obscenity laws and to help communities write their own. [Porn] is a foul sleaze that makes its exploiters wealthy, its victims impoverished. It will become an obsession. It will destroy your home life. It will destroy your marriage.”
You may wonder how a member of the Mormon Church can fairly address pornography, which the denomination views as an addiction akin to drugs. Yes, well… so did everyone else. Luckily, when the Attorney General’s office had to cut $750,000 from its budget, they cut her job too. GayMormonsexist of course. One can be gay in the Mormon church, as long as they’re homo-celibate. If they aren’t, they face excommunication (never being allowed to set foot inside a Mormon temple again). Given that choice, some stay closeted, some live a hush-hush but actively gay lifestyle while still attending temple, and others leave the church.
One notable Mormon who left the church is Sean Cody. In fact, he once talked about how he went from Mormon to gay porn auteur:
Bentley Race met up with hottie Trent at the beach where he was already showing off his huge meat for some of the guys hanging there. They went out for a surf and then came back to the sand for some fun. After stroking his cock out hard and long is wasn’t long before he was blowing a thick load across his tummy. He was still hard afterwards as he washed off in the water.
Remember Rick Schroder? Well you may know him better as Ricky Schroder, once child star of the sitcom, Silver Spoons in which he lounged around a mansion playing arcade games and riding a scale-model freight train, while occasionally tackling tough issues like homelessness when he discovered a family living in a cave near his father’s estate. Hey, it was the 80’s… and every sitcom tackled “tough issues” from time to time. Anyway, Ricky dropped the “y” from his first name and went on to star in adult dramas like Lonesome Dove and NYPD Blue. We didn’t think much of him when he was a child (erm… because he was a kid), but he grew up into quite the looker! Here’s some shots of him skinny dipping in the TV movie Texas—yee-haw!
Thanks to OMG for the pics.
