Seth Abramovitch interviewed the ass of James Franco about being on the cover of the latest issue of Flaunt. (If you like that, maybe you can get in bed with Franco; he'll read you a story.)
How tired is that headline?!
This delicacy belongs to one Rob Kardashian.
He's probably utterly heinous and/or whiny as are so many of his "reality TV" ilk. Thankfully, I don't know and can fantasize about this derriere (is it "derrier" in reference to a male or is it always derriere ending in e?) without said fantasy being colored by his hateful character...or complete lack thereof.
Excuse, please, if this topic and photo are so dated as to be stale. Despite the seeming innocuity of the reality TV genre drivel, I strive to be vigilant - both with my time and focus - when it comes to "cretin creep" and so choose to avoid idiocy in all forms to the best of my ability (particularly my own, before you judge me a snob!), and - as such - lay no claim to "keeping up with" the Kardashians.
Well...that's open to debate, actually. See, he's a) straight by all reports and b) utterly unattainable, so - while he's beautiful and my heart "thrills" at the sight of him, there's also a bit of heaviness in knowing that ever "knowing" him is but a fantasy, thus I can't say he makes me happy (i.e. - gay).
Then again, my attraction to him is a pretty clear indication I'm gay!
Via where there's more Boris (although none of him more nude).
Doesn't it feel great to go for a bike ride? And doesn't it feel great to get naked? Combine the two this weekend with Naked Bike Ride, part of a world-wide event protesting the indecency of oil dependence and the decency of being naked. The route is a secret (because our police force hates bikes and nakedness), but it starts out at 3pm in Williamsburg (99 South Sixth Street off Bedford Avenue) with a bike and body decorating party.
Photo via bitchcakesny Flickr
What could be hotter than being gang raped by some of the hot - potentially fellow, if I you play your cards right - inmates pictured above, right?
No, really the post's about a massive release of 32,000 inmates from California's state penitentiaries which are currently at roughly 200% capacity. I really look forward to a good, market-driven solution to this potentially horrific over-arresting overcrowding problem (There's gold in them thar...holes?).
Photo via AP.
You loved his Biggest Wanger contest (or at least FYF's post about it), and now he's holding a "Prettiest Pucker" contest. Go here (obviously NSFW) to vote before Saturday night. The winner will be announced at tomorrow night's BUCK party at Rockbar where Daniel is warning he will insist on the underwear-and-nothing-else dress code. "I'm not wearing any!" will not be excuse to not shuck your pants.
Funny how these things work sometimes. My post about "Ravishing" Rick Rude last week was solely catalyzed by FYF Friend Tony D'Agostino's posting a Rude video on Facebook, yet in the days since I posted it, I've run across posts on both The Awl and Nightcharm (NSFW) relating either directly to Rick Rude (like the above video posted on Nightcharm last Monday) or to the intersection of homosexuality and pro wrestling as embodied by Chris Kanyon, the also-deceased-at-40 pro wrestler who was (or wasn't?) the first openly gay pro wrestler.
Weird. But, whatever.
Back to Rude...really? You're targeting what audience?? (Seriously though...that ass?!?!)
"Ravishing" Rick Rude stands (even deceased) as the penultimate wrestler fantasy for many a gay. The "tribute" video above and the pictures collected here go far towards explaining why, should you not be acquainted.
Also, "Professional Wrestling" has a long, tense and conflicted history with homosexuality. See? And here? (That account's particularly thorough.) Also, Brüno. Remember the cage match/lover's reunion?
But then WWE partnered with GLAAD to stop John Cena from insinuating (or flat-out saying) everyone else in Pro Wrestling was gay when what he really meant was weak and feminine (shouldn't women be a little pissed about this stuff, too?) and everything's fine now (just put it on mute.).
Meanwhile, Hulk Hogan is 6'7"??! Not sure why that's so surprising, but it is!
Anyway. Back to Rick...
Hat tip: Tony D'Agostino
Image above via
What a week of wonders, this week! Yes? Yes. We made it. We outran this horrible, wretched, no-good Winter (icy bitch!) and met up with our good-time chum Spring and suddenly, there are longer days! Gone are the days of 4'o'clock dusks and New Yorkers looking angrier than normal. In fact yesterday, I celebrated the good weather by walking down a stretch of Broadway, gold scarf whipping against in the wind while I mimed along to Alexandra Burke's opus "Overcome". Yes, friends. It's that kind of week. And now: Overcome your weeks with a collection of carefully-curated treats. Below.
A genius piece of writing from
Arrested just back in March of this year for solicitation of a woman for sex (mug shot seen here next to a still from his notoriously swoon-enducing video for the song, "Untitled (How Does It Feel?)" **) after two other arrests on charges related to drug/alcohol misuse in the past 3-5 years, D'Angelo has a new track out on Mark Ronson's new album "Record Collection" called "Glass Mountain Trust". A slight qualification, however? Apparently the title results from a mix-up in communication between Ronson and D'Angelo wherein D'Angelo wrote a song with lyrics referencing the misquoted/misunderstood title.
Bad ju-ju? If so, let's hope it changes for the better soon.
Meanwhile, this track (and the rest of the album?) is kind of major?
And in case we haven't celebrated Black male beauty/body enough in this post already, say hello to Mr. Byron Black, upon whom I stumbled in my search for D'Angelo's gruesome(-ish) mugshot.
** - I'm unable to embed the video here, but do view for a refresher course on what d-rugs can do to D'Angelo (and anyone?) as well as for a little fun around 1:11 in the video? (Is that really his d-...??) See comments on the video for help.
It's a booty-fest at Headz Will Roll tonight after last week's crazed late-night Spank Rock appearance. I can personally attest: the crowd is pleasing! Ladyfag and Roxy Cottontail host while Jason plays pa-pa-pa-paparazzi(1opm, Bar 13)
Tomorrow night (Friday):
The Bunker is a Friday night party at Public Assembly that's held in high esteem among clubbers/dancers/DJs already. This Friday, they inaugurate a quarterly residency series where they'll host the residents of Berghain and Panorama Bar, two Berlin clubs (who just happen to be under the same roof) that - according to general consensus - throw some of the best parties, playing the best music, in the world right now. (10Pm)
The kids who put on Unisexi love a theme (as do I!) and this week's is Batty Bwoy with Michael Magnan and DJ Will Automagic joining residents Jools Palmer and Sugartitz behind the decks, and a special performance by Jamaican-born Lawrence Graham Brown. Bring your best Dancehall/Dutty Wine moves and your best ass! (10pm, Le Royale)
It's time for springtime songs, the tunes that make you want to rent a ZipCar and drive up Madison Avenue with the windows down and the bass thumping. Okay, maybe a ZipCar with a really good sound system?
Presented for your audio and visual consumption, the above tune has me flexing my glutes in my office chair to the beat, so maybe you will enjoy as well? (Oh, and also? Booty shaking!)
Via Mister Mark Louque.