The 33-year-old Taiwanese artist, Male Ero Painter, specializes in hairy male celebs who you’ve been dying to see naked. His fake celebrity portraits have already exposed Star Trek hottie Chris Pine, X-Men mega star Hugh Jackman, American Idol contestant Kris Allen, Lost DILF Matthew Fox, and Grey’s Anatomy actor Jeffrey Dean Morgan—all long-term celebu-crushes of ours. What we love about them, apart from their sexy bodies and the hung pieces of meat between their legs, is how absolutely realistic they look! And he’s just getting started! In fact, QueerClick’s thinking of hiring him to create a new celeb for us every month. Help us decide his next masterpiece, dear readers. Which celebs would you like to see naked next month?
Via Sticky.
State of Mind
By Steve Prince
“Taxi!”
A yellow blur whirled past me, oblivious to my call. I held my hand up and called again.
“Taxi! Taxi!”
Quickly a cab parted from the snaking line of cars and halted at the curb’s edge.
I opened the door and jumped in.
“The Lighthouse at Chelsea Piers, please.”
I looked out the window. The Chrysler building sparkled in the afternoon sun—a gorgeous day in Manhattan, especially for one of my good friend’s weddings.
Sue Ellen and I met seven years earlier in the summer of 2001, the first summer I began teaching musical theatre at an all girls’ fine arts camp nestled in The Berkshires, a beautiful area of western Massachusetts. The Berkshires has been a famous upper class vacation spot for over a hundred years, beginning with families like the Rockefellers and the Hearsts.
In other words, this camp was for rich girls. And when I say rich, I mean RICH. Like Ralph Lauren’s daughter goes to this camp, rich. In one of my classes, one of my students was sad her father was going to miss Parent’s Day. She said she didn’t understand why he had to go to the Netherlands to open a store. Naively, I said he probably is doing the best he can. She replied, “But he owns Domino’s, why can’t he just not go.” Yes, her father owned Domino’s Pizza. I’d never see money like that unless I learned to shit diamonds.
Last December, we posted a preview of Little Ashes, a film about Garcia Lorca and Salvador Dali’s brief homosexual pairing around the Spanish Civil War. We regret sorrow over its seeming melodrama. But today we found juicier clips of Twilight vamp, Robert Pattinson, sucking face instead of necks. They’re tender, cinematic, and still quite hot. And as a bonus, we have another film clip of Pattison kissing his male co-star in a moonlit swimming scene… very nice!
Oh Exterface, is there anything you can’t do? The French duo photographs men in such a way that makes them seem tough yet tender, vulnerable yet virile, sinful yet cinematic. Their latest effort, The Distance features Belkov Kiro and DJ Micky Friedmann (star of Exterface’s Nirvana). The photos evoke an eroticism and isolation as the muted grey shots show two strong men alternately wrestling and holding one another—Exterface’s exploration of bonding and bondage continues. It’s worth seeing the entire photo set at their site as well as some of their older (and dirtier work). Also, you can check out the QCA archive for even more QueerClick Arts.
QC fave, RJ Danvers just finished the final for his Life Drawing class and he posted his artworks from this semester at his blog. His final (the picture at the bottom) was a 30×40 inch self portrait. We’ve reassembled them above in semi-chronological order so you can see his drawing style develop.
“Despite the professor telling me during the critique that my final self portrait was a bit on the ‘raunchy side’,” Danvers said, “I still ended up with a B in the course which I’m really happy with.” Err… doesn’t his professor know he’s a power bottom? What do you think? His two facial self-portraits make him look a bit on the child-porn side and the models look kinda frumpy, but we’re happy with his final as well. And he’s an A+ guy in our books, but what grade would you give his drawings. We’re sure he’d love to hear your thoughts and encouragement!
Intimate Portrait, Round Three
By Steve Prince
We hugged and suddenly my mind lifted to a past memory. A song, a kiss, and a fool. By keeping my eyes closed, I could still see it.
The memory still felt too close, so I opened my eyes, and smiled at Kelly.
“How are you shuugar?” he asked casually.
“I’m good,” I said and I meant it, but I was glad Troy and Cody were with me.
“Getting into any trouble?” Cody asked, adjusting his underwear.
“Nah,” Kelly said tossing his head to the side, “I’m actually just leaving. I have to get home and study.”
“For what?” I asked.
Kelly straightened up and beamed, “I’m in law school.”
“Yeah right,” Troy said honestly. Kelly looked at him thinking he was joking.
“I just started my first week,” Kelly continued as if Troy’d said nothing. I saw Troy’s face out of the corner of my eye; he looked about to laugh. Troy can be such a bitch sometimes—and I never appreciated him more than in that moment.
Not that I didn’t think Kelly could be an attorney. In fact, I thought he could be a fine attorney—he bullshitted me well enough. Okay, maybe I felt a little bitter, but wasn’t I allowed?
“So it’s going well?” I asked, trying not to notice the shape of his soft brown eyes.
“Yeah,” he said, “it’s just a lot. In fact, I really should jet.” Kelly nodded at Troy and Cody, then gave me a hug, “Let’s hang out soon, OK?”
“Sure,” I said flatly, “call me.” I said that because I know Kelly wouldn’t, which was honestly what I wanted as well.
He barely left the patio before Troy let out a sigh.
“I hate that guy,” he said making a face “He’s just so… douche-baggy.”
Tony Blair and George Bush have both had a cock on their mouths a handful of times; at least while Pricasso was painting their portraits. You see, the renowned portrait painter, Pricasso (aka Tim Patch) has portrayed Sarah Palin masturbating with a rifle, Osama Bin Laden wielding a weapon of ass destruction, and many more irreverent portraits, landscapes, and nudes using only his prick. He creates his own paints, uses a “soft-backed canvass” to reduce wear and tear on his “brush,” and has made a name for himself painting elected officials and doing 20-minute portraits of folks at sex product fairs. Painting nudes and landscapes with your prick may seem “artsy” or whatever, but why political figures? In some cases, Pricasso calls it “painting a prick with a prick,” though he seems more about poking fun than creating controversy. He videotapes the making of his every creation for authentication and once entered a painting for Australia’s Archibald Prize—the nation’s top award for portraiture. However, his cock failed to impress the judges. “I dip it in the paint and then apply it to the canvas,” says the 56-year-old who grew up in England. “I began doing it at a party (on a dare) around Christmas time. I’d done it before, but I didn’t think I could get away with doing it in public. Now I videotape all my work, because sometimes people don’t believe me. I had to use my bum to paint in the background, because you have to have the occasional break. I use really smooth paper and I make my own paints. But [I can] last about four days before I need about two weeks off… You need to re-grow the skin, basically.” Talk about suffering for your art. The guy’s not a bad potter, sculpture, or poet either. Check out a video of him doing a portrait of Barack Obama and John McCain as well as a funny poem of his called Porn Star after the jump!
You can also check out the QueerClick Arts page!
EDITOR’S NOTE: Before you read this one, be sure to read Intimate Portrait (Part Uno). Intimate Portrait, Part Deux
By Steve Prince
I rounded the corner of Santa Monica Boulevard and Robertson. Dammit, I thought, there’s never parking in West Hollywood! It’s probably the worst parking in the city. I once got a ticket for not turning my tires. NOT TURNING MY TIRES! Ridiculous.
However, I wasn’t going to let a little thing like parking deter me from my quest for intimacy. I was a man on a mission and I’d be damned to let parking get me down. Oh no, I got to keep on moving!
I finally found a spot. As I shut my car door, I noticed the day’s heat still hanging in the early evening air with summer coming quickly to Southern California. Soon Santa Monica Boulevard would be crowded with shirtless boys, their tanned shoulders dotting the sidewalk like a colony of ants commanded by their queen to march onward.
“What the hell are we doing here?” Troy squawked as the crowd parted in front of me, allowing my best friend to come into view. Sometimes, I forget what a nice looking guy Troy is. As he smiled, his white teeth gleamed and his tanned dimples framed his strong jaw.
“I’m on a mission,” I said determinedly.
“Yeah, you said that,” Troy said following in my wake as I walked past him, “a mission for what?”
I quickly filled him in on Carlos’, Mother Norman’s, and Nico’s account of intimacy.
Once I had finished, I looked at Troy, hoping to get an answer.
“Well,” he said making a face as if someone had just farted, “you’re not going to find intimacy in West Hollywood. It’s just sex here.”
“Exactly,” I said, as we both began walking to Motherload, the bar of choice for tonight. “It seems that a lot of gay men equivocate sex with intimacy and I don’t know if that’s necessarily so.”
“Well, that’s what Omar did,” Troy said flatly.
“Huh?” I didn’t follow.
“Well, remember how slutty Omar was?” he asked. “Then he got a boyfriend and poof!”
Troy had a point. It’d been a long time since Omar had gone out with any of us. He used to make the rounds regularly with all of us. However, all that changed when he met Nathan.
Ironically, the bar where Nathan and Omar met was the bar we were headed—Motherload. I remember that Omar, who was usually very brazen, kept staring at a Latin man across the room. As Alex, Cody, Troy, and I talked in a circle sipping on our cocktails, Omar kept staring distractedly towards the far corner. Finally, I’d had enough.
I set my drink down and crossed the bar floor.
“Excuse me,” I said, catching the Latin guy off guard. He looked at me blankly. I decided to keep talking before he could interrupt.
“I’d like you to meet my friend that you keep looking at,” I said motioning to Omar. “Are you good with that?”
East Village Boys is not just a collection of hot New York homos stripping down for some of the steamiest erotic pics we’ve ever seen. It’s also got interviews with queer artists, coverage of underground gay books and zines, fashion, and a beat on the London and Sao Paulo scenes. EVB has been running since January 2008 and invites it every reader to become a contributor, a model, or even send a pic of their cum shots for a personalized silk-screened cum shirt—now that’s a seminal idea!
Stop by and give the East Village Boys some love.
Intimate Portrait
Part 1 of 2
By Steve Prince
“Girl, he pounded me so hard that I thought my ass was going to fall off!”
“Well…” I paused not knowing exactly how to respond, “good for you, Carlos.”
“I know,” Carlos said, a hint Mexican accent coming out as he got excited. “His dick was so big too; I had to bite my pillow and do some deep breathing just to take that shit.”
“Boy,” I said jokingly, “be careful. I’m not carrying around your colostomy bag when we’re old queens.”
We both laughed. Carlos loved telling me about his sex affairs and I loved hearing about them; a sex columnist enjoys hearing about sex after all.
The waiter brought us two more beers. He and Carlos locked eyes like teenagers wanting to rip one another’s clothes off. The waiter walked away.
“Damn,” Carlos said licking his lips, “that guy is fine.”
“Finish the story,” I said tapping him on the arm.
“Well,” he looked up at the ceiling and sighed, “I stayed over and the next morning we had sex again. Then we went out and had brunch. Then we came back and had amazing sex again.”
“Jeezus,” I said, feeling a little jealous.
Hey there, beard and bear lovers! With all the waxing, trimming, ab-flexing, and Viagra in porn these days, it’s sometimes refreshing to see non-porn stars on QC. Unzipped Blog recently posted these great shots bearded belly men having a blast in San Francisco photographer Eric Nielson’sBearracuda. He’s got a lot of other great photos of bears, bearded men, and San Francisco at his Flickr page. But if beards and bears really turn you on, then check out Sean M. Johnson’s Beard Love videosafter the jump!
Always hot BeautifulMag recently unveiled this mouth-watering set from photographer Brian Kaminski of singer and songwriter Joel Evan (aka Jet Kanashi). Joel’s released a new album under his real name entitled Embracing The Light… And Then Some, a poetic 16-song set written by Joel with music composed by Craig Lawrence. Joel’s musical influences include Japanese and Latin pop, though BeautifulMag compares him with Tori Amos and Utada Hikaru. His eating influences include our one-year old nephew… such a messy baby! Need help cleaning that off, Joel? Here, let us use our tongues. Mmmmm! Mango and watermelon… so nutritious, so delicious!
Check out the QueerClick Arts page for more queer, porn star, and erotic art!
Need a new bookshelf or dinner table? Fuck IKEA—see if you can get your hands on these hot home furnishings. Spanish artist David Blázquez’s living art exhibition Human Furniture (‘Mobiliario Humano’) uses naked male bodies to create beds, bathtubs, dining tables, book shelves, sofas and more. Looks like men make better furniture than women because of the whole boobs things, although we could probably name a few enormously hung guys that would decrease shelf space and a few power bottoms that could definitely increase it. “Where can I put this Oxford English Dictionary?” In Evan Matthew’s huge asshole, that’s where. It’ll keep the book safe and warm, although you might want to use gloves to read it… ewww!
Thanks to Homotography for the pics.
Holy black Speedo, Batman! Edible photographer, Sylvain Norget plays a bearded and barely-clothed Caped Crusader in his new photo set, The Naked Hero. We featured the yummy artist’s Naked Rabbit Project where he played Peter Cottontail (with an emphasis on tail). His site has lots of other sexy fashion and self-portrait shots that’re sure to turn you on.
Thanks to DudeTube for the pics!
It’s no secret that we love art around QC. There are quite a few “gay hentai” sites but one we just discovered really piqued our interest. Spunktoons features some really amazing art—the detail, the coloring, the hard bodies, the ripped abs, and those big fat cocks! The more we looked at the site, the more turned on we got. Is that possible for fantasy art?
Our more primal male urges stir when we think about the possibilities of hot sex with these super hunky fantasy men. See if you can resist the temptation to fantasize about some of the men you see at Spunktoons. We bet not.
