VGL Gay Boys are the hilarious comedy team of Cole Escola and Jeffery Self. The two guys have made a small hit on YouTube our of performing as friends and lovers in a variety of stereotypically gay situations. Their performances seem like improv with Escola playing the more comic (and manic) gay boy and Self playing the, urm, “straight man.” Previously, Self played himself in his Off-Broadway one-man show My Life On The Craigslist which he also wrote. The duo are currently performing their live sit-com Party ‘n’ Play at Joe’s Pub at the Public Theater in NYC on August 31. The boys recently didan interview in which they discuss their favorite porn studio, Sean Cody and their hardcore sexual turn-offs (prudes). They also have all their videos posted on YouTube. We’ve placed some of the more outrageous videos below. Sex and the City
VGL Gay Boys with Bernadette Peters
Check out their most recent video and a trailer for Party ‘n’ Play after the jump…
Brokeback Meets Broadway… Founded in 1994, the DC Cowboys dance company is a 20-member, all-male, all-volunteer, high-energy, professional dance team from Washington, DC. Their performances span all musical genres from sexy club mixes to musical theater to contemporary country. They’ve performed in community events, fundraisers, pride parades, dance competitions, and now just for you in Wet and Wildon a hot calendar and making-of DVD. 2009 Calendar features full color photos of the hot, muscular dancers wet and naked on location in tropical St. Maarten. The DVD’s scorching hot as well as you see the men in action, laughing and playing as photographer Ward Morrison immortalizes the handsome studs on film. The video clip below gives you a taste of just how hot the DC Cowboys are and what’s even better, 50% of the proceeds will benefit the Paul Malerba Foundation for HIV/AIDS services.
Here’s a clip from the Wet and Wild DVD:
And here’s highlights of the DC Cowboys in action from their DVD Exposed: On Stage & At Play:
In his upcoming film, Save Me, director Robert Cary examines a hot-button socio-political issue, where homosexuality meets Christianity. After a long binge of hard drugs and risky sex, Mark (Chad Allen) gets placed into Genesis House, a Christian retreat dedicated to rescuing young homosexuals from their inner demons. There, the middle-aged, “ex-gay” director, Gayle (Judith Light), assigns Mark to Scott (Robert Gant, Ben from Showtime’s Queer As Folk) —one of the program’s advanced “fifth phasers.” When Gayle notices Mark and Scott’s relationship intensifying, she fights back, threatening the stability of her retreat and the potential salvation of the men in her care.
The film opens on September 5 in New York.
What do you think Gustavo Moreto is wearing? A tight jeans shorts and a fit superman costume? Well this model has a helluva hot body and that is perfect canvas for body painting (QC Link). To see more of his body and other sculptural figures, visit QC Español.
For those of you not in the know, yaoi is a popular Japanese term for fictional comics [manga], animated movies [anime] and novels about gay man sex. Nevermind that women sometimes create yaoi for women (kinda like old-skool Playgirl). Surprisingly, the artist of the drawings above,Kinu Sekigushi, is a young, self-taught, French artist living in Paris. He’s obviously influenced by manga and male portraiture. His idealized forms look like superhero pin-ups combining a slick comic book and centerfold aesthetic with a theatrical appeal. Sekigushi has mixed traditional hand drawing with digital artwork, and typography to create his own style and branding. Not only has his work toured Europe and received international press, but is drawings also show up on postcards, posters, CD, calendars and today even a few books. Sekigushi’s also an avid deep sea diver. Hanging out at the beach must give him a lot of time to observe male forms for his projects. You can check out more of his work at his official site and this gay French site.
Makin’ Copies
By Steve Prince
When I’m not working on my graduate degree, I work at a law office. I started working there when I first moved to Los Angeles, back in the days when I wanted to be an actor. I started the job as an office bitch; to this day you can call the senior partner’s cellphone and you’ll be greeted by my voice. Five years later, what am I doing? Well, pretty much the same thing except now I do filings with the court, some legal research, and organize aspects of the office setup. Long story short — I’m a glorified office bitch. The great thing about my job is not the actual job, but the people — especially my boss.
My boss is Jay Day, the firm office manger. Yes, his first name is Jay and his last name is Day. It’s like his mother knew he was going to be a raging homosexual. He’s a fifty-year-old man with the enthusiasm of a twenty-five-year-old. Maybe that’s why his partner of ten years is my age; that boy has to keep up with Jay Day. Jay Day (you never say just his first name— it doesn’t sound as good) was raised in a Jewish family in Los Angeles. However, at nineteen Jay Day converted to the Mormon Church. He served as a missionary and was on the traveling church dance team for fifteen years. Yes yes, the traveling church dance team. Being a dancer all his life, Jay Day is a world-champion ballroom dancer and a world-champion Latin dancer. Finally at thirty-five, Jay Day came out, quit the Mormon church, and started a hugely successful, all-male ballroom dancing class in West Hollywood. Jay Day and I get along famously. We call one another “Girl” at the office and he brings me tagged pages from magazines that contain hot men. Because of him, I saw the movie HAIRSPRAY nine times. Yes, this man is queerer than Christmas, and he’s amazing.
When you work at a law office one of the main activities of daily office life is living at the copier. Yeah, you know where I’m going with this; I am a copy boy. It’s almost something I’m proud of. Give me something you need a copy of and I can collate it, staple it, hole punch it (three-punch or two-punch), two-side it, book format it, scan it, and on and on. The copier also takes a little bit of my soul with every molecule of toner put onto a page. As I sit almost hypnotized by the rhythmically flashing green light, I contemplate why in God’s name I got a undergrad degree in opera of all things and how I actually became proficient in the ways of the copier. Thankfully, my hypnotic trances have been shorter since I started grad school— Momma can see the way out. Still, I’d resigned myself to hate the copier like a new pimple on the night of prom — but then Grant came along.
Do you like electronic music? Well, not anymore, thanks to hung skater boycandy, Dempsey Stearns. He’s released Bad Music For Good People (only on MySpace, thank God). One wonders why Dempsey would subject good people to this sort of music— it’s not bad, it’s awful. It’s the sort of music you might make while stoned and alone on a Friday Night; the sort of music a frat boy would play to show a drunken co-ed his “delicate side” right before sodomizing her. According to the MySpace page, Dempsey and his friends started the project “as an act of alternative, post modern obnoxious synthesized/acoustic funky stuff… [with] catchy, uppity keyboard and or piano tracks and satirical undertones and rebellious-against-conformity natures to some of the music, and happy-nonsense bursts of energy in others.” That’s a nice piece of puffery alright. In short, if you like tone deaf singing and Casio keyboards, it’s right up your alley. The riffs are catchy, but over-used with little actual, y’know, music. Very post-modern.
We were gonna post this under QueerClick Arts, but… oh well. At least he still has a career in porn.
Previous Dempsey Stearns QC posts: Dempsey and Curt at Boyride.com Dempsey and Kirk Cummings at HotJocksNiceCock.com Dempsey Stearns and Tyler Johnson at MenHardAtWork.com
Perhaps best known for being the Urban Ninja, Robert James Hoffman III is a dancer, comedian, and actor who starred in She’s The Man (a romantic comedy inspired by Billy Shakesqueer’s gender-bending crush-fest Twelfth Night), in the endlessly-spoofed You Got Served for which he also won an American Choreographer Award, and in Step It Up 2. Before you get your hopes up, Robert is straight (but single and prefers boxer briefs… yow!). However, a lot of his comedy uses gay humor and characters— perhaps he’s comfortable with his sexuality or aware of his gay fans. Dancing and theater in general have always had a large gay following and he capitalizes on that by playing with preconceptions of homosexuality without demeaning it. On his site, Hoffman gives advice to aspiring dancers, though it applies to all artists in general: “There is one way and only one way to make it as a dancer, train harder than anyone else. If there isn’t any good training in your area, find it… it takes time to get your body that versatile and controlled. However, being trained technically is not necessarily the answer. If you can discipline yourself, then first seek out your biggest inspirations whether it be music videos, movies, instructional tapes, b-boy event tapes, old swing dance footage, some guy you saw dancing on the street… whatever it is, seize it and juice it for all it’s creative influence on you. Next, commit all your time to practicing, or working with that person, or perfecting the moves, or going to the clubs where the people get down… when you train hard, you gotta train HARD. You don’t stop when you get it. You do it better. You don’t stop when you get the trick; you evolve the trick into a better trick. You dance until you throw up. Nothing less. That is how you build super endurance. There is no excuse. It is up to you. Do you wanna make money DANCING for the rest of your life? Well so do alot of other people. All you have to ask yourself is: Are you willing to practice harder and longer than them?” Below are some of Robert’s gayer comedy videos: Soulmate: RJH dabbles in homosexuality… er, or narcissism… or, um, masturbation? There’s lots of flirting, excitement, and a nice shower scene near the end.
The YES Dance: A hilarious live stand-up performance featuring Hoffman as James Precious from The House of Precious.
See Hoffman’s other gay videos and the Urban Ninja after the jump…
28-year-old Simon Amstell is a gay British comedian who hosts the music panel game show, Never Mind The Buzzcocks (NMTB) and has performed annually at the Edinburgh Fringe Festival since 2005. He started performing on the comedy circuit when he was just 14 and later caught the eye of television executives by becoming the youngest finalist of the BBC New Comedy Awards in 1998. His first professional television appearance was in 1998, as a presenter on the UK children’s channel Nickelodeon. He claims he was sacked for being “sarcastic and mean to children.” Amstell was born in Gants Hill into a Jewish family. His religion and sexuality figure occasionally in his work; Amstell came out as gay two months into his work on a music program called Popworld, claiming that no one believed him initially, “so I had to keep going on about it.” His orientation has been referred to both on Popworld and NMTB, with John Barrowman challenging him to a “gay-off” on NMTB. Amstell has been lauded by some for his “approach of refusing to treat homosexuality as a dirty secret that can’t be mentioned.” Amstell has won numerous awards for hosting NMTB. You can see some of his finer moments on the program in the video below.
Julien and Stephane, the two 23-year-old French artists of Exterface have done it again… this time, in their new photo series Ether.
Exterface is known for combining erotically charged images with amazing lighting effects that accent the sensuality, vividness, and theatricality of male desire. Their models not only throb with sexual need, but also reveal sex’s inner dimensions: sex as celestial communion, sex as overheated yet unrequited, sex as a overwhelming force.
QueerClick is a big fan of Exterface who recently featured pornstar Andy O’Neill in a series entitled Skywalker and Francois Sagat in Muse.
If you haven’t seen their work, some similarly modest favorites include Vertigo, Two Hearts, and La Delectation.
But their site also has some hard men swinging their fat, uncut dongs— Flamingo, Playgirl, and SeaSexSun— three scorching instances.
Steve Prince came out 10 years ago and in the birthday spirit, he’s reminiscing. The Unending Journey
By Steve Prince
Recently I volunteered for a phone-counseling program designed for gay, lesbian, bisexual, transgendered, and questioning youth. Some of the callers are older, but most of the kids calling are ages twelve to twenty-four. No matter how much I prepared myself, I wasn’t able to even fathom all the different reasons people would call. He called because he had a fight with his boyfriend and didn’t know who to talk to. He called because he can’t stand the breasts that he was born with. She calls because drinking is the only way she can feel comfortable around the straight girl that she’s in love with. All of these callers are under sixteen-years-old.
They call because they need to be heard. Need to be consoled. Need to be loved.
“I can’t go back there again!” Through the helpline phone I can hear the frustration in Shawn’s thirteen-year-old voice.
“Well, Shawn…” I pause. I don’t want to sound like a parent, but he has to go to school. “What do you not like the most about school?”
“It’s the names.” Shawn says, his voice cracking. “I know I shouldn’t care, but if I get called fag one more time. I’m sick of it. Do you know what it’s like?”
Faggot. It’s just a word but it still stings. I try and wish that sting away, but it’s still there. It still evokes pain. Not as much as it did when I was young, but it still lingers like a bubble in a murky pound that slowly floats to the surface and pops, causing a small but distinct ripple in the water’s clouded surface.
This week it has been ten years since I came out of the closet. It’s one of the greatest acts of love I have ever given myself. Today in Los Angeles, I am so lucky to be able to live my life openly and carefree, yet I often forget the trauma of my own coming out process. As much as I loved growing up in Oklahoma, I often forget the huge amount of heartache I went through in the heartland. As I talk to kids on the phone listening to their struggles of coming out, my own memories flash through my mind like scenes in a play. To answer Shawn’s question, I do know what it’s like…
You’re in a bedroom-slash-pubescent prison-slash-goth art space-slash-rehab gone wrong-slash-interior-slash-exterior of a real-slash-fake home where everybody, your best friend, and worst mother are all “Whatever 2000” speeded-up, reversed, replayed, and zoomed-in with hypercolor face makeup, non-stop jerky handcam, desktop digital effects editing, stylishly insubstantial banter, and mockery about caring about caring. Texas-born Ryan Trecartin, the 26-year-old wunderkind who was the youngest artist in the 2006 Whitney Biennial, is the director of I-Be Area, a slippery, almost non-narrative, 100-minute feature-length film in which Trecartin’s friends portray the clones, poseurs, avatars and wanna-bes of contemporary Internet culture. Trecartin veers between surrealism and science fiction, between comedy and horror, between Mamet-style conversation in which characters talk more to themselves than anyone else and everything is said and done completely for appearance. Call it “weird,” call it “nonsense,” call it “pastiche” or “self-indulgent”… but the one thing you can’t call it is boring or unimportant — you’ve honestly never seen anything quite like it. Read more about Trecartin’s creation of I-Be Area, see more of his film and sculpture, and get links to reactions to his work after the jump!
As a boy, Photographer Justin Monroe traveled the road with his artistic parents and became interested in scenes of daily life. His later interest in theater is apparent in his work as his photographs portray a sort of decadent hyper-reality where the lines between man and machine, act and actor, limelight and lust begin to blur.
His work is just as informed by cinema (science fiction and action movies) as it is by current events (check out the trailer-park hotties above, one in a flooded trailer while news footage of a recent disaster plays on the TV behind him). Though they’re definitely campy, you can tell the excruciating attention to detail in setting, costume, and model direction… every shot looks flawless.
Justin now works with establish stylists and art directors to create his uniquely provocative shots and is becoming a sought after name in the international fashion industry. This November, he’s releasing his first book, Down the Rabbit Hole. You can pre-order it from his website.
Call it hypnosis or brainwashing, but it looks like Steve Prince has gone crazy. Hey, it’s not his fault. Blame It On Britney
By Steve Prince July 2008
I’m sick. I’m coughing, wheezing and something is coming out of my nose that looks like something from Ghostbusters. It has been three days now that I have had this bug. I can’t remember the last time I was sick like this—oh wait, yes I do… December 2003
“Bye sugar”, I said as Jenny got into to her car. “Have a good time.”
I walked back into my apartment and shut the door and locked it. Ah, a night alone. I loved my roommate Jenny but I was glad she was going away for the night. I had not lived in Los Angeles that long and I was glad Jenny was from Orange County. She knew tons of people in LA. Basically her friends were my friends and I hung out with her and her friends all the time. This was great; I loved Jenny and her friends, but I missed my alone time. I mean, I’m a Pisces. It was going to be nice to have some peace and quiet by myself. I’d have the night to clean my room, maybe watch a movie, and catch up on reading—amazing.
I decided cleaning first would be best, especially since I love cleaning. I know it’s weird, but it’s very cathartic for me. Being on my hands and knees scrubbing my kitchen floor is like scrubbing away past emotions, past resentments, and old fears. I dunno. Cleaning is just like a good emotional douche for me and I really can’t explain it. I also wanted to listen to the new CD I got. Yes, it was Britney’s In The Zone.
Say what you want about Britney Spears, I’m not here to debate her mothering skills, her state of mind, or even her weave. You know why? In 2003 none of that was important. It was Toxic, and Her Against the Music. It was truly Britney bitch and I have to say I love the album still to this day.
Cleaning and listening to Britney of course involves occasional dance breaks in which I would dance/clean into a sweaty frenzy and then sit on my couch and admire my beautifully decorated Christmas Tree. Yes I’m gay people—thank God. Or in this case, thank Britney.
I had just finished scouring the stove top and I was about to bleach the sink, which is my favorite chore. A song came on that I wasn’t acquainted with. I had only gotten the Britney CD the day before so I hand only really listened to Toxic so I could learn all the words. But this song, this song was different. A low base thumped from my CD player and then came Britney’s manipulated, raspy sorority-girl sounding voice: Ooooohhh, it’s so hot, and I need some air.
You’re right Britney it is hot. Maybe I’ll open a window. I put down my bleach and then I was stopped by the next lyric: And boy, don’t stop ’cause I’m halfway there.
Britney, halfway to what—? It’s not complicated, we’re just syncopated
We can read each other’s minds.
Well, Miss Britney I think you’re growing up. Am I to believe you’re talking about— One love united
Two bodies synchronizing
Britney oh my goodness. What would Justin say? Don’t even need to touch me
Baby, just
And then it happened. In that moment I lost myself to Britney. Her song “Breathe On Me” took control of my senses. I felt powerful. I felt seductive. I felt hornier than a cat in heat. I ran to my CD player and pressed “Repeat Song”.
Gay, B-movie horror director David DeCoteau founded Rapid Heart Pictures in 1999 to make homoerotic horror movies shot on 35mm. Though his previous features include The Wolves of Wall Street, Test Tube Teens from the Year 2000, and Sorority Babes in the Slimeball Bowl-O-Rama, he recently signed a two-year, multi-picture deal with here! Networks for 10 films and 2 television series, including adaptations of tales by Edgar Allan Poe, H.G. Wells, and Sir Arthur Conan Doyle.
DeCoteaus’s recent collaborations with here! include a sexed-up adaptation of Poe’s Fall of the House of Usher. Poe’s original tale involved three characters: a visitor who helps his mentally deranged friend bury his twin sister. DeCoteau’s updated version incorporates four shirtless, underwear-clad frat boys (wonder how he worked that in). You can watch a clip of Usher below and read two interviews with the director after.
If you haven’t heard already, alternative indie band, Bloc Party (composed of 4 handsome and rocking Brit Twinks), has a gay frontman Kele Okereke who once won an award for Virgin Media’s Top 10 Bitchiest Popstars for quotes like the following: “I think Oasis are the most over-rated and pernicious band of all time. They had a totally negative and dangerous impact upon the state of British music. They have made stupidity hip… Oasis are repetitive Luddites.”
and ”I was amazed when Jack White said it wasn’t his job to be critical about foreign policy because he was being paid to be an entertainer. Selling more records is the only thing that’s important to him, not provoking debate”
Bitchy or no, the handsome front man is definitely talented. The band’s about to release their third album (yet to be titled) and have recently released a video of the album’s first single, Mercury. In it, a Planet of the Apes group of scientists engineers a bull-lobster-human Frankenstein creature in a plan to “annihilate the modern world” and score mad bananas! The apes then send “Smith” off to the U.S., where he eventually becomes president and destroys the world. Nice!
See other Bloc Party videos and an interview with gay frontman Kele Okereke after the jump!
