Shhhhhh....Don't tell Mr. Poe about my new imaginary boyfriend,

Rob Fyfe the silver haired daddy/CEO of Air New Zealand...and definitely don't tell him that Mr Fyfe appears nude, except for body paint, in a new ad for Air New Zealand...

But, Jebus, the Kiwi accent IS a bit harsh isn't it?

Happy Good Friday and Happy Easter!

Club Promoter/Actor/Musician Mario Diaz is my secret love...could he be any cuter?

FINALLY!!!

Spring has sprung; doesn't it feel great? And, everyone's walking around with a big ole smile on their face, even those of us trapped in our offices and jobs. (I've already had 4 smoke breaks today, and it's only 12.30...).

And, we had our first apartment complex bbq in our courtyard last night...it was heavenly...delicious barbecued chicken and burgers and brats...vodka gimlets...warm breezes...

ahhhhhhhhh......

now, to get my big, fat, white butt to a beach.

oh, and to check out the frontside of the guy in the photo, go HERE. He's nude but not erect, so it's NSFW but not hardcore NSFW...

It's been awhile since we've had any beefcake...

you can check out more of the same here...maybe it's time to visit Austin.

Makes Patrick Dempsey look like dog poo...

The real Dr McDreamy is Dr Frank Spinelli the author of The Advocate Guide to Gay Men's Health and Wellness. Does former Slogger, Mr Poe know about this Silver Foxed DILF?

I would never go to this guy as my doctor...I would stammer and blush the entire time he was examining me. My own GP is cute, and gay for that matter and I already feel awkward enough around him, (primarily because he's so ridiculously young). Going to the doctor is supposed to make you feel BETTER, not lower your self-esteem...

Sportacus!

He makes me feel funny...

down there...


Didjaknow, Actor Magnus Scheving who created the show "Lazytown" and plays Sportacus is Icelandic? And, the show is produced in Iceland?

and he is married with children and a grandchild!?!?!?!?

and he's only 44?

and, he was an Aerobics Gymnastics champion winning the European title in 1994 and 1995 for Men's Individual Champion?

Well, you do now.

I'm feeling much better!

and I'm looking fabulous and feeling perkier than the nipples on a British secret agent!

(Damn, that man is fine and I normally don't go for smooth blondes, but Holy Frijole, Daniel Craig DOES make me feel all funny "down there"...)

I'm still busy at work, finishing up a monster project and chagrined that I'm cheated out of some very rare OT because I'm unable to work from home due to my state of MacHood...obviously, it's a Microsoft conspiracy to keep me and all Mac users down and out...

Olympics hangover...

I stupidly stayed up to 12.30 in the morning to watch Mr Phelps destroy the legacy of Mark Spitz and the US Womens Gymnastics Team go down in flames thanks to Alicia Sacramone's blunders and the efforts of the 11 year old midget girls on the Chinese team. Now, I desperately need a nap and/or a cuddle with an Olympic calibre swimmer, diver, gymnist or wrestler...

mmmm....cute little tats and some fuzz..the dark side of Michael Phelps

and DAMN those damn new unitard swimsuits that cover them from neck to knee; BRING BACK THE BIKINI SPEEDO!

I'm guessing this was taken a few weeks/months ago when he wasn't in competition. Those extra bits of curly hair, will slow a guy down...and who does that 'ho think she is, copping a feel!?!?! You just know he gets this about 20 times a day, down at the pool...and it's even worse in the lockerroom.

Oh, and facewise, he's not a classical beauty but who cares...that's a face with character and those sugar bowl ears are just made for grabbin' and holdin' on...

Playgirl is Morte

At least the print edition is...it will continue on the net for awhile. For pre-Internet gay men, Playgirl was our introduction to the exciting world of nekkid dick pictures. I'm guessing that Playgirl would still be a very profitable business if millions of copies hadn't been stolen by horny gay teenagers too embarassed to try and buy it. (My successful trick was to rip off the cover of the Playgirl, then rip the cover off of a similarly sized but far butcher magazine, like Better Homes and Gardens, then take the guts of the Playgirl and insert it into the cover of the butch magazine and hope it didn't fall out when the clerk went to ring it up...)
Added note: this thievery continued until I went to college and discovered a Mini-Mart near Nebraska Wesleyan University that carried Honcho, Mandate, Inches, Blueboy and magazines of similar ilk. By this point, I was of legal age, and too horny to care if the clerk thought I was a 'mo...

And like many, I prefer the innocence of the old Playgirl with it's handsome, frequently mustouched, and flaccid membered models to the more recent version featuring nudies with throbbing boners and man-tans... Oh, and to the few ladies who read Playgirl, I hate to break the news to you, but a very large chunck of their models were gay as a picket fence. Many of them went on to profitable careers in gay male magazines, porn and turning tricks on Santa Monica Blvd.

And here's a vintage picture of Carol Burnett leading man, Lyle Waggoner in a celebrity spread from the 70's. A few of the celebs that posed, DID show their peen, but Lyle seemed to be shy...

Legs...if you've got'em, then know how to use'em...

Chad Hunt looks a little hungover in this picture...

The legs look fine, though.

I think this picture is from Michael Lucas and I'm assuming it's a promo for some filthy movie.

Mr Rudd

I watched "Walk Hard: The Dewey Cox Story" last night and one of the best things in the movie was a brief appearance by the Beatles. Justin Long as George and Jason Schwartzman as Ringo were very funny and had the characters down; the irritating Jack Black was a completely unconvincing Paul McCartney but the major revelation was Paul Rudd as John Lennon. He had the look, the voice, the timing. He's an amazing comedic actor and he needs bigger, better roles in films. Too often, he's the sidekick guy to bigger name actors or the bland, George Brentish male lead to bigger female stars.

And he's humpy.

I think this picture originated from Rolling Stone; I've had it saved to my desktop for a very long time and have forgotten where it came from; my apologies.

Oh, and "Walk Hard" was ok. John C Reilly was brilliant, the songs were actually good, and they did a great job with the sets and costumes. But the movie is never that funny; at best you smile at it, but never laugh out loud. And I thought the direction was lazy; there were some strange camera set ups and a lazy point of view.
A little disappointing.

Why Taschen is the greatest book publishers in the world...

This book has already been out for awhile...and I'm guessing it's been a best seller for the company. I mean, who doesn't like a book devoted to big honkers and hooters?

So it's not a big surprise that the Teutonic pole smokers at Taschen are bringing out THIS for June, (have you noticed how so many gay things get released in June? I guess the homos like buying gifts for each other during gay pride...)


The cover image is the safest one I can post and keep my site relatively clean. For naughtier images go to the Taschen website where you can pre-order the book. There's some very iconic schlong in this book, both gay and straight, including a gorgeous shot of a very young Kristen Bjorn with his juicy, fat wang being pressed up against a window. I'm guessing, this baby is going to sell out and hopefully will get re-printed.

Here's a blurb from the website:

When it comes to pleasure, size doesn’t matter; as we all know it’s quality, not quantity, that counts. But let’s admit it: a big penis is undeniably compelling. Big shoulders, big lapels, and big hair may come and go, but the big penis never goes out of fashion. With those possessing more than 8 inches (20 cm) making up less than 2% of the world’s population, this rare accessory will always fascinate.

In this companion volume to The Big Book of Breasts, we explore the centuries-old fascination with the large phallus, a fascination common to men and women alike. This hefty book is profusely illustrated with over 400 historic photos of spectacular male endowments, including rare photos of the legendary John Holmes. The majority of the photographs are from the 1970s, when the sexual revolution first freed photographers to depict the male entirely nude. Photographers include Bob Mizer of Athletic Model Guild, David Hurles of Old Reliable, Colt, Falcon, Sierra Domino, Third World, and Champion Studios, with each of these iconic photographers interviewed or profiled, along with information about each of their models.

http://www.taschen.com/pages/en/catalogue/sex/all/05703/facts.the_big_penis_book.htm

I haven't posted any hotness on here for awhile...

My motto for today: Buy British


Megahunk Jason Statham has a new movie coming out, The Bank Job, and like all his other movies, I'll probably never see it, but he sure is pleasant to look at...

DILF: Ben Cohen poses with one of his twin daughters

and recreating a famous poster image from the '80s....The combination of sexy, fit, handsome masculinity and loving, emotional tenderness is incredibly hot. It's the sexual equivalent of eating choclate covered pretzels; combinations that seem opposite but actually complement each other.

Which just makes me hungry for one of my favorite snacks, (other than Ben Cohen), a glass of milk with a bag of Ghiradelli Bittersweet Chocolate Chips and a bag of Plain Goldfish crackers...eat some chips, then some crackers and wash down with icy, cold milk...YUM!

oh, yeah, Happy Valentines Day...I don't have a valentine, sniff, but if I did...

I'd have my hands in his pants, too...

some cuteness to take away the taste left by the last post...

for those not in the know, the last pix is of our future husband, British rugby player Ben Cohen...

Odd; Schmader posted a piece about Chi Chi LaRue

on Slog yesterday and Chi Chi's new safe sex PSA. Some doofus with the improbable name Manu Maltes then posted a comment that was a long, incoherent, rant against Chi Chi specifically and the porn industry in general. In my comment, defending Chi Chi, I attacked Manu and sarcastically asked if he was a failed porn star. After I posted that, just for kix, I Googled Manu Maltes and low and be hold, he IS a gay porn star!! A very, very busy porn star and all the links about him were definitely NSFW. So that raises the question, why is this guy now so anti-porn and how did he see the original post? Is he one of those porn stars who's seen the error of his ways? A surprising large amount of gay porn stars have found the Lord; is this guy one of them? Does he live around here, or does he read SLOG from afar? Or is this guy some nut who's constantly doing search queries to find these kinds of articles? Is it really Manu Maltes, or some nut pretending to be him? Judging by the bad writing, (it really is incoherent and makes no sense) it could have been written by someone who doesn't speak English as their first language. Allegedly, Manu is from Malta, of all places, which would account for the name, which I'm guessing, might be something along the lines of "Maltese Stud Man". Regardless, the guy is a putz and deserves to be punished...so in retaliation I'm going to post a relatively tame picture of him!!
Take that, Manu Maltes!!



(oh, here's the link to the original post at the Stranger: http://slog.thestranger.com/2008/01/chi_chi_larue_fights_the_good_fight)

I'm not in a write-y mood today but ECB's rant on Andrew Sullivan,

led me to my favorite time killer, Google Image. Sullivan's a sexy guy, a stocky little manbear with a receding hairline. I don't agree with everything he says, but at least he's an intelligent conservative; they're few and far between. But, I was a little confused by some of the images that pulled up on Google Image. There's some fairly raunchy stuff, some of it connected to his hus-bear, (urp) Aaron Tone who's an artist who's done some paintings of Sullivan, including a lovely buttscape...I got this bit of gossip about Sullivan and Tone from a site called Bigheaddc.com (http://bigheaddc.com/category/art/)

“(a) he is handsome, but appears significantly younger than andrew. (b) he is ever so slightly condescending in conversation. (c) he and andrew enjoy five-ways in the dunes. (d) andrew cruised me several times at various times and places in p-town last week (spacepussy, showgirls, vault at large, a-house). (d) from afar, andrew seems unsettled to me, his enviable facade of domesticity notwithstanding.”




Oh, and Aaron Tone is a cutie pie, too...


and here's a quote from an essay that Sullivan wrote about body hair and mansmells that I found on this website (http://www.donshewey.com/2004zine/HAIRY.html)

"And smell. The only rule I have ever had for boyfriends is no deodorant on weekends. There is nothing less erotic on the planet than a mouth or handful of white paste, with its sickly half-man half-Air-Wick odor. I’m not talking stink. I’m talking scent – the real scent of men that can never be found on a woman, the scent that is a huge component of our sexual desire, attraction and identity. Not all of it is related to the factories of odor under our arms. Much of it comes in subtler, sometimes almost imperceptible form from the rest of our bodies – crotches, legs, chests, backs. It’s at the core of sexual attraction; and at the center of sexual life. Why gay men would want to abhor, abort or abjure it is beyond me. So please throw away the razor and the buzzer and embrace yourself again. You have nothing to lose but your stubble." --Andrew Sullivan "Hairy"

After reading that, it's hard to believe that Sullivan and Savage are buddies...

And now for some completely gratuitous photos of Ben Cohen. Happy Friday, everyone.

So much anger and dark stuff on here: here's some random sexy pictures...