With a stunning mix of young men, inspiring street art, and offbeat interviews with counter-cultural mischief makers, it comes as no surprise that Guapo Magazine is also friends with East Village Boys and YVY Mag, two other sites we’ve featured on SWL. Guapo Magazine calls itself a “new refreshing, young, fashion & lifestyle magazine, where the boys take relevance” dedicated to showing “the work of renowned and emerging young creatives, from artists to authors, photographers to typographers, illustrators to poets and models to muses all focused on one theme—today’s youth. Because they themselves are fully immersed in the culture, pushing the boundaries of power and creativity.”
They’re always accepting new work and friends on Facebook. Check ’em out. Their take on young street culture’s the most refreshing and energizing we’ve seen in a while.
The man-lovers here at QCA are always on the hunt for the latest in porn-related art. During our searches, we discovered B. Boyer an oil pastel artist who gets his jollies drawing hot men and the occasional porn star. He’s got a pretty good collection of big-dicked men and you can even spot Pierre Fitch in the mix. Plus, the last picture’s taken straight from a Corbin Fisher still of Fisher Fucking Darin—it’s art imitating life!
For more arty hotness, check out the QCA Arts archive page.
As if the original video of R.E.M.’s “Losing My Religion” wasn’t gay enough, porn star-turned singer Colton Ford has covered and camped it up by adding a techno beat, fishnet bodysuit, and gallery of angsty gay faces. It’s one of 18 covers off of his 2nd album, Under the Covers, which also includes covers of Britney Spears, Robyn, Alicia Keys, Mariah Carey, Sade, Faith No More, and Nirvana songs.
Ford said, “When you are covering a hit track, if you can retain the integrity of the original and bring your own style to it in the process, you can reveal something to the listener about you as an artist that perhaps they haven’t heard before. This album is also a friendly reminder of just how great these songs were and still are.” He accepts that some fans, like us, won’t ever be able to see past his porn star past, and that’s OK with him. But no matter how you feel about his music, we’ve got some tasty pics of the porn star that everyone can appreciate after the jump!
The Urge
By Steve Prince
This week felt like the longest week of my life. I understand that things have to get done, but sometimes I feel like it’s just not fair. I mean, are people really meant to work this hard?
I looked out my window and then at the time on my computer. Nine o’clock. I hadn’t realized the sun staying out for so long. As I looked out my living room window, my gaze fell on the distant silhouette of downtown Los Angeles. The day’s warm air carried a haze of smog drifting between the building tops, making them look as if they’d just smoked out. Shards of pink light covered their glass frames. Enough daydreaming, Steve, I told myself. Finish the column.
I felt like a fraud. Here I am, a sex columnist, but when was the last time I had actually had sex? On second thought, maybe I don’t want to answer that.
After thinking a few minutes, I chipped away at the keyboard until a few more sentences filled the page. Robotically, I glanced out the window again. The flecks of pink had now deepened into violet; night approached. Soon LA’s neighborhoods would come alive with people, lights, and sex.
And sex.
And sex… sex… sex… sex…
I picked up my cell phone and texted Cody. What are you doing tonight?
Barely thirty seconds passed by before he texted me back. I think you’re about to tell me, he wrote.
I texted him back before I could censor myself: I’m keyed up and I want Latin dick.
I know, I’m terrible. But I did! I did! I blame QC Espanol! That site gets me into trouble, dammit.
Broadway Bares is a burlesque benefit starring the hotties of the Great White Way stripping down for horny theatergoers to raise money for Broadway Cares, an AIDS organization. Queerty posted some pics with a handful of the hot stars and hubba hubba—we’re star struck! Considering the guy to girl ratio (and the way they’re leaning their crotches into each others’ butts) we’re pretty sure they know who their target audience is. Watch a promo video for the event after the jump!
* Although maybe “love” is too strong a word in this case. Sometimes pics of man-on-man action just aren’t enough. To really get off, you need something messier, more visceral, and with the production value of a kindergarten computer class. That’s where MS Paint Porn steps in. Apparently every WIndows PC comes equipped with its very own smut studio and these desktop pornographers have created sexual images that aren’t so much hot as they are disturbing. They remind us of the birth of digital pornography, back when the internet was nothing but a series of animated GIFs, when Adobe Freehand and Corel Draw ruled supreme, and a 100K cock pic took half an hour to download. We’ve only posted their gay sex pics above, but there’s still two instances of prison rape, some poop and piss punk action, and a disco orgy in there. And if that’s not enough for you, their site also has galleries for robot, alien, bestiality, tranny, dinosaur, incest, necrophilia, snuff, vegetable, pirate, midget, orgy, and metaphysical porn. And you thought QCX was extreme.
Via Sticky.
A-Men
By Steve Prince
“Do you want to come with me to church?” James asked. Huh?
“To church?” I asked.
“Yeah,” James said, “I’m singing a solo in the choir this Sunday.”
“I dunno,” I said skeptically. I’m really not a fan of organized religion. “I guess it’s Episcopal. I grew up Catholic. They’re similar, right?”
“Believe me,” James said with sarcasm, “you are not familiar with this church.”
He then told me that St. John’s, the church he sings at, is one of the most gay-affirmative churches in the country.
“It’s gay, gay, gay,” he said. “Hell, even one of the deacons is gay!”
I finally conceded. I wasn’t too comfortable with the whole thing. It had been years since I’d actually been in a church.
Religion and I have—I guess you could say—a history.
It’s no secret that Batman’s gayer than Christmas. Not only has he taken naked pictures of himself, but he also wears lace-up thongs, and once fought The Hulk over who was gayer. But Mark Chamberlain’s Queer Batman watercolors show that the Dark Knight also dons a pink cape from time to time to go exploring Dick Grayson’s buttcave. Holy handjobs, Batman!
Luckily, The Caped Crusader can dish out the funishment as well as take it (much to Batgirl’s dismay). But, we wonder when we’ll get to see the Joker’s poker, the RIddler’s fiddle, or the Scarecrow’s scaaaary dick (you know it’s all crooked and bent-up like a witch’s finger). Or better yet, maybe Alfred’s also Batman’s buttler—keeping the family secret, eh Alfred?
For more QCA fun, check out the QCA archives.
Summer Lovin’
By Steve Prince
I admit I have a terrible memory. It’s true. One of the best reasons to get into a relationship with me is that I won’t remember anything. Hence, if my significant other and I fight he can always say I said something and I won’t recall saying it or not. One would think that I’d write things down. I usually intend to, but then I forget. Go figure.
However, I did keep a diary when I was in middle school. From the ages of twelve to fourteen, I religiously wrote all my inner turmoil down on paper. This probably occurred because I had very few friends in middle school. As everyone was going through puberty and wanting to explore the opposite sex, I just wanted to hide away from the world in my room. Yes, I was that very, VERY dramatic gay teenager that just wasn’t understood by anyone. Thankfully, I grew out of it. Okay, some say I’m dramatic, but I haven’t the faintest clue what they mean!
I had forgotten how much my diary had meant to me until I was cleaning out some old boxes a couple of weeks ago. I’d decided to finally go through the huge box of mementos in the bottom of my closet. Once I wrenched the box free from the clutter of shoes and CD’s, I opened it to find my diary sitting on top just waiting to be opened.
As I flipped through it, memories flashed in my mind, both good and bad. And then I noticed something. I’d written in my diary every night, yet during June I’d not written for two whole weeks. Why the gap? I read forward to the weeks afterward but there was no mention of what had happened. Finally, I found a mention of meeting a friend at camp, and then I remembered…
Ever eaten french fries out of your friend’s butt? No, probably not… all those carbs. Bikini season’s coming up, so we’re cutting down on our snacking. But the boys at Exterface are getting hungry and have put on quite the visual feast with their latest creation, Picnic Warriors. Hunky fast-foodies Gabriel and Mark get their grub on in jockstraps and even though they’re buttmunching on McDonald’s and desserts, we’re burning calories just watching them. Can we get that to go?
To snack on more arty Exterface bits, check out the QCA archives.
Looks like our favorite arty porn star,Francois Sagat is doing horror once more! This time he’s working with Bruce LaBruce, the director of Otto or Up With Dead People in an art installation entitled “Untitled Hardcore Zombie Project,” an exhibition with the lofty goal of… well, let’s let the director tell you:
Otto also played at more than 150 film fests despite, or perhaps because of, the infamous gut-fucking scene, in which a gay zombie penetrates a hole in the stomach of a fellow gay zombie with his undead cock. While touring the world with the film I found myself in interviews making the lofty pronouncement that I believe zombie porn is the wave of the future, and that we will soon routinely see porous, corrupted flesh being penetrated by legions of lascivious zombies. (Zombie porn is practical: you can create your own orifice!)
So, in addition to starring in the opening of the “Untitled Hardcore Zombie Project” (on view at Peres Projects through June 27, 2009), Sagat may be starring in the next Bruce LaBruce film shot in LA this August. We wonder which undead orifices LaBruce’s zombie cocks Sagat will help penetrate. It might put a new spin on the word “skull-fucking.”
Man For All Seasons
By Steve Prince
“You’ve got mail!” my roommate James said as I walked inside the house from a long day of work.
“Thanks,” I said absent-mindedly. As I walked in my room, I tossed my messenger bag by my door, kicked off my shoes, and moaned while reaching for the envelope on top of my dresser. With a weary thud, my body landed on my bed, pillow cradling my head. I sighed and looked at the back of the envelope.
The return address read, “Chad Ryan.”
Ah, Chad Ryan—it had been a while…
Chad Ryan was a friend I’d made while volunteering for AIDS Project Los Angeles. I provided peer support for teens diagnosed with HIV. At first, I felt nervous about volunteering; I wasn’t a teen nor was I HIV-positive. Thankfully, Chad Ryan mentored me through the process. In fact, he mentored and trained all of the peer volunteers and was a hell of a guy and handsome to boot.
I’d stopped volunteering for AIDS Project Los Angeles two years ago and Chad left the organization around that time as well. But since that time we’d remained friends, often chatting on Facebook, saying we’d get together but never getting our schedules to match.
I turned on my bedside lamp as the afternoon sun leaked through my bedroom windows. I opened the envelope, which read in whimsical letters:
Your presence is requested at
Chad Ryan’s
38th Birthday Party.
Dinner to take place at
Maggiano’s in The Grove
on May 15th, 2009
Wow. I wasn’t surprised that Chad Ryan was having a birthday party, but I was more surprised that he’d sent me an actual invitation. I mean it was kinda… well… gay.
Chad Ryan was one of those gay guys who didn’t act stereotypically gay. He was a total fraternity-type guy, and would always interject a “dude” or “bro” into the conversation.
Not that I believe in stereotyping. I’ve met LOTS of gay guys and the many types of gat men no longer surprise me. We queers really do come in a variety pack that defies stigmatization. Still, it was different with Chad. With Chad you almost weren’t sure if you were getting to know the real Chad, or if you were getting to know the perception he wanted to embody. He always seemed trying to “man up.”
With these thoughts fresh in my mind, receiving a somewhat “girly” invitation from my very “masculine” friend piqued my curiosity. I checked the date; I was free. I was totally going to this shindig.
Two weeks later, I walked into Maggiano’s and instantly spotted Chad’s party group. Fifteen gay men and three women circled the bar. As Chad saw me, he broke from the group and raised his arms to hug me.
“What’s up, dude?” he said smiling broadly.
Suddenly, I realized I was wearing a pink polo shirt.
“Hey sugar!” I replied patting him tightly. We broke apart. “You look good!” I smiled. “Not a day over thirty-one.”
Chad grinned, “I knew I invited you for a reason.”
Gay porn and horror films may seem strange bedfellows, but Francois Sagat’s recent role in Saw VI have brought the two worlds closer together. David Kittredge’s Pornography bridges that gap with the story of Mark Antony, a snuffed-out porn star who got one meat injection too many. The film seems ultra creepy with green maskies and medical malpractice, and while there’s lots of hunky actors listed on their IMDB page, there’s nary an actual porn star in the film. Oh well. It’s set to premier in Newfest, the New York LGBT Film Festival, June 8 and in Frameline, the San Francisco LGBT Film Festival, June 21.
For their upcoming Summer 2009 issue Vman magazine released “greeting cards for all occasions” photographed by Bruce Weber. We gotta say, their designs aren’t as sexy as their photos and one-liners, but we love their camp. Plus, the birthday twins and “Missing You” guy have certainly captured our groins, er… our eyes. Wouldn’t mind seeing them at the Hallmark store…
More cards after the jump!
Thanks to Towleroad.com for the great pics.
The Age of Disbelief
By Steve Prince
I have a confession to make. This might shock some of you.
I do not watch American Idol. I’ve never even seen an episode.
I know this surprises me too. I mean this is coming from a kid who LOVED to watch Star Search with Ed McMahon (although the revamp of that show was NOT good). I think though, why I loved Star Search was because of their spokesmodel competition.
Oh my GOD—it was in credible. They’d always have a male model and a female model. It was actually pretty ridiculous that they even had that competition. I mean, all the “spokesmodel” did was walk onstage, introduce their photo shoot montage, Ed would show the montage, and that was it.
I have to admit, though. I never missed the photo montage. Why? Well, because they always had the guy take his shirt off. I can remember holding the pillow in front of my crotch because I had an erection. There was this one model, whose montage was to the music of that song Connected. Just listening to that song today, gets me a little worked up. Whew! Who knew Ed McMahon brought out the gay in me?
So needless to say, I really can take or leave American Idol. I’m not one of those people who hates the show. I’m truly indifferent about it. Well, at least I was until a week ago.
Not only is the above video the hottest thing we’ve seen onYouTube in a while, it’s also INCEST!!! It’s a teaser (and how) for an unreleased Brazilian film entitled From Beginning To End, which follows the intimate relationship between two brothers from childhood to adulthood. Though provocative and hot, the movie also looks very tender and intimate. You know how much we at QueerClick fantasize about twins and twincest, so we’ll be waiting with bated breath for this movie to come out.
In the meanwhile, you can watch the trailer after the jump!
