A traveling salesman is going door to door peddling his wares. He knocks on a door and a young boy about eight years old answers the door wearing only his mother's panties and bra with a cigarette in one hand and a scotch on the rocks in the other. The salesman is visably shaken and taken aback as he stammers and finally gets out, " Uh, hello young man, uh are your parents home?" The young boy looks at him incredously and replies, "What the fuck do you think?"
MORNING GLORIES
I'm not going to say good-bye, just fare thee well and I wish all of you happiness and may all your dreams come true. Our fledgling theatre company just received our non-profit number and we are getting ready for our first show this September. I leave for New York City on Sunday for a week of tourism and theatre going. Now all I need is someone to share all this with. Wish me luck or break a leg. Like I said I may post from time to time, but for the most part will not be posting on a regular basis. Email me if you'd like to keep in touch.
FUNNIEST THING I'VE HEARD IN A LONG TIME
A traveling salesman is going door to door peddling his wares. He knocks on a door and a young boy about eight years old answers the door wearing only his mother's panties and bra with a cigarette in one hand and a scotch on the rocks in the other. The salesman is visably shaken and taken aback as he stammers and finally gets out, " Uh, hello young man, uh are your parents home?" The young boy looks at him incredously and replies, "What the fuck do you think?"
THE SENSUOUS WINE LOVER
Warm summer days and evenings are perfect for a chilled glass of rose. There's an accent over that e, but I have no way of placing it because Blogger doesn't allow for symbols, so for the record, I'm referring to the wine and not the flower. I am especially enamored of two wines from different regions in the south of France right now. Domaine Sorin has a lovely rose (imagine the accent) from the Bandol region of Provence on the coast. The winery and vineyards are about five miles inland from the shore with views of the Mediterranean. The days are hot and the cool breezes from the sea at night are perfect conditions for growing the grapes.
The wine is made from 40% Grenache, 40% Cinsault, 10% Syrah and 10% Mourvedre and is light with intense flavors on the nose and palette of strawberries, watermelon and cranberries.
FELLATIO FRIDAY
I'm not going to say good-bye, just fare thee well and I wish all of you happiness and may all your dreams come true. Our fledgling theatre company just received our non-profit number and we are getting ready for our first show this September. I leave for New York City on Sunday for a week of tourism and theatre going. Now all I need is someone to share all this with. Wish me luck or break a leg. Like I said I may post from time to time, but for the most part will not be posting on a regular basis. Email me if you'd like to keep in touch.
CONGRATULATIONS, ANDERSON
Finally! If you watch his talk show, he's been dropping hints for quite some time now. Check out the gun show on his boyfriend. I wonder what Oprah would think of him texting and driving? Towleroad has the story of how he sent the news to fellow gay journalist, Andrew Sullivan.
More Goroovy Valentine Lovin'
This treat comes with an extra gift that was common back in 1971: Hairy balls.
More 'HOMO action 2'
Those fresh tulips (this is Denmark after all!) in the photograph below look beautiful. One of the big draws for Danish porn was their use of high quality color photographs throughout, instead of just using full color for the cover and then mostly black and white pics inside. In the photo above, that sweet innocent face seems to be getting a real mouthful. Some helpful hands hold him in place. A few more inches and those balls will be slapping his chin, as he does his best to accommodate the hairy prick of their pal. If our friend with the long eyelashes keeps this up for very much longer, he's sure to be rewarded with an explosive surprise in his mouth!
In the end, a fun time was had by all.
Marriage on the Rocks
Newly married to Rock Hudson, Phyllis reveled in being married to a hunky major Hollywood star. Things were not only wonderful now, but the future could only get better for the couple as his star would continue to rise. It was a life of movie premieres, limousines, fur coats, A-list parties, and first-class everything. Not bad for a working gal who was a secretary for Hudson's gay talent agent until she was invited to meet, date and then marry Rock.
But after about a year, cracks began to appear in the "perfect" marriage. It seems the bride and groom had different ideas about how marriage would change Rock's previously wild lifestyle. Phyllis figured the marriage marked a turning point, where Rock had discarded his bachelor naughty ways. He had sewn his wild oats (and had plenty sewn into him) but was now settled. From the viewpoint of the groom, Rock saw the marriage more for what it actually was...a smart and necessary career move. Having a wife meant that those nagging questions about girls and his homosexuality were calmed (smelling blood, Confidential magazine once had put out a standing offer of $10,000 for dirt on Hudson, a LOT of money back then). With a beard in place to cover his true sexual desires, and after playing along for the press about their straight marriage, Rock was now free to be promiscuous once more, something Phyllis clearly did not anticipate when she said yes. Their sex life, Gates wrote in ''My Husband, Rock Hudson," with Hollywood chronicler Bob Thomas in 1987, was usually ''brief and hurried," with Hudson once telling her in disgust that ''all women are dirty."
It's now well known that Hudson had an almost insatiable appetite for pick-up sex with other men, something that he had acted on during his entire adult life. Being tall and good looking certainly helped his abilities to attract men for these quick relations, including (it's been reported) cruising the Farmers Market at 2:00 A.M looking for guys. But unlike most gay men in the 1950's, Hudson enjoyed sexual freedoms that were out of reach for the average guy (having gay sex for most men included the constant risk of going to jail or prison if caught), thanks to both a talent agency and movie studios which had invested too-much into Rock's career to let him destroy their financial payoff at the box office.
There are however suggestions that one change generated by marriage was that Hudson took fewer risks with public sex spots and utilized instead the opportunities that had less-chance of getting arrested and were easily at his disposal as a big movie star...the hunky extras and stage crews at the studios, the young models and actors in search of a career at his talent agencys' office, and the beefcake meat invited to the all-male sex parties of Hollywood's selected gay community. According to Gates, she fielded phone calls from young men, whom Hudson dismissed as ''fans," before he would then disappear for hours and not explain where he had been.
The sham of living a lie eventually tarnished the perks of money, fame and shopping along Rodeo Drive. The other Hollywood wives figured out the real reason why Hudson had married, and Phyllis was treated by many as the prop that she was. It's reported that at parties she would be asked where Rock was since he was not at her side, knowing full well he was flirting with handsome young men elsewhere at the party.
Hudson, according to Gates, became capable of dark moods and sudden rages. She said that he hit her twice and once tried to choke her, and she began seeing a psychologist out of desperation. Rock Hudson, his wife wrote, had ''virtually abandoned" her for five months when she was ill with infectious hepatitis in 1957 while he was working on a film in Italy. Defiant, he refused counseling to save their marriage. Then Phyllis received word from one of her closest "friends" that Hudson had been unfaithful to her with a cute Italian actor during the filming of A Farewell to Arms in Italy. Of course nearly everyone in Hollywood had already heard about Rock's supposed five-month affair with the actor before his wife did. Even worse, according to Phyllis, she found out that "The Italian had followed Rock to California but now Rock Wouldn't see him." Afraid that the man would blab his story since he was now jilted, it's thought that Hudson's publicity team encouraged the man to get on a plane back to Italy.
Embarrassed, lonely and untouched, Gates filed for divorce in April 1958, charging mental cruelty. Hudson did not contest the divorce It seems Rock Hudson finally gave Phyllis a really good fucking, but not in the way she originally had in mind on their honeymoon...Gates received a relatively small alimony considering he was a movie star ($250 a week for 10 years). After the divorce, Rock moved out from the two-bedroom rambler he had lived in with Phyllis and into a mansion at 9402 Beverly Credt Drive. Ms. Gates, who never remarried, died at age 80.
Kurt Bauer
Just one look at Kurt's chest and it's easy to see that this muscle man was something special. Hairy Kurt's 5'9" frame and his 7" cock were in big demand between 1986-1990. In his roles, Kurt was more than just a masculine guy who liked to get his trophy polished in the gym locker room--he was also happy to bend over and take it hard. Kurt also enjoyed success in bi movies, including the Bi and Beyond series.
Filled with familiar stars of 1980's gay porn, My Best Buddy had lots of the era's favorite studs, including one newcomer who stole much of the show. The movie features a famous scene directed by John Travis, in which Doug Niles gives Greg Stevens a slow and nasty fucking as he's bent over his motorcycle (pre-condom style). With his old-school-style tattoos and that army barracks face, Greg Stevens appears to have been one of those gems who drifted into (and just as quickly back out of) the business, performing in just two movies: My Best Buddy and The Young Cadets while leaving fans drooling for more.
Greg Stevens reallly feeling Doug |
Looks like Doug's really being a pain in the ass |
Doug Niles takes a ride inside Greg Stevens |
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