THANK HEAVEN FOR 27:
Happy Birthday!!
Our all-time favorite image of you!
We offer to help BLOW the most important CANDLE!!
Saturday, June 30, 2012
HEY MIKEY!
THANK HEAVEN FOR 27:
Happy Birthday!!
Our all-time favorite image of you!
We offer to help BLOW the most important CANDLE!!
Friday, June 29, 2012
AUSSIE AWESOME
LIFE'S A BEACH:
MANLY BEACH, SYDNEY: Eamon Sullivan, James Roberts, James Magnussen and Matt Targett
Thursday, June 28, 2012
STONEWALL, 43 YEARS AGO!
June 28th marks the 43rd year of the Stonewall Rebellion. The rebellious acts against the police marks the beginning of the gay rights movement. It is this celebration of Stonewall that makes the month of June Pride month all around the world. May we not forget where we came from and where we are going to.
READ ALL ABOUT IT!: One of the original stories in The New York Daily News that week of Stonewall 1969: (notice how the report is anti-gay and condescending)
HOMO NEST RAIDED - QUEEN BEES ARE STINGING MAD
-by Jerry Lisker, New York Daily News, July 6th 1969
She sat there with her legs crossed, the lashes of her mascara-coated eyes beating like the wings of a hummingbird. She was angry. She was so upset she hadn't bothered to shave. A day old stubble was beginning to push through the pancake makeup. She was a he. A queen of Christopher Street.
Last weekend the queens had turned commandos and stood bra strap to bra strap against an invasion of the helmeted Tactical Patrol Force. The elite police squad had shut down one of their private gay clubs, the Stonewall Inn at 57 Christopher St., in the heart of a three-block homosexual community in Greenwich Village. Queen Power reared its bleached blonde head in revolt. New York City experienced its first homosexual riot. "We may have lost the battle, sweets, but the war is far from over," lisped an unofficial lady-in-waiting from the court of the Queens.
"We've had all we can take from the Gestapo," the spokesman, or spokeswoman, continued. "We're putting our foot down once and for all." The foot wore a spiked heel. According to reports, the Stonewall Inn, a two-story structure with a sand painted brick and opaque glass facade, was a mecca for the homosexual element in the village who wanted nothing but a private little place where they could congregate, drink, dance and do whatever little girls do when they get together.
The thick glass shut out the outside world of the street. Inside, the Stonewall bathed in wild, bright psychedelic lights, while the patrons writhed to the sounds of a juke box on a square dance floor surrounded by booths and tables. The bar did a good business and the waiters, or waitresses, were always kept busy, as they snaked their way around the dancing customers to the booths and tables. For nearly two years, peace and tranquility reigned supreme for the Alice in Wonderland clientele.
The Raid Last Friday
Last Friday the privacy of the Stonewall was invaded by police from the First Division. It was a raid. They had a warrant. After two years, police said they had been informed that liquor was being served on the premises. Since the Stonewall was without a license, the place was being closed. It was the law.
All hell broke loose when the police entered the Stonewall. The girls instinctively reached for each other. Others stood frozen, locked in an embrace of fear.
Only a handful of police were on hand for the initial landing in the homosexual beachhead. They ushered the patrons out onto Christopher Street, just off Sheridan Square. A crowd had formed in front of the Stonewall and the customers were greeted with cheers of encouragement from the gallery.
The whole proceeding took on the aura of a homosexual Academy Awards Night. The Queens pranced out to the street blowing kisses and waving to the crowd. A beauty of a specimen named Stella wailed uncontrollably while being led to the sidewalk in front of the Stonewall by a cop. She later confessed that she didn't protest the manhandling by the officer, it was just that her hair was in curlers and she was afraid her new beau might be in the crowd and spot her. She didn't want him to see her this way, she wept.
Queen Power
The crowd began to get out of hand, eye witnesses said. Then, without warning, Queen Power exploded with all the fury of a gay atomic bomb. Queens, princesses and ladies-in-waiting began hurling anything they could get their polished, manicured fingernails on. Bobby pins, compacts, curlers, lipstick tubes and other femme fatale missiles were flying in the direction of the cops. The war was on. The lilies of the valley had become carnivorous jungle plants.
Urged on by cries of "C'mon girls, lets go get'em," the defenders of Stonewall launched an attack. The cops called for assistance. To the rescue came the Tactical Patrol Force.
Flushed with the excitement of battle, a fellow called Gloria pranced around like Wonder Woman, while several Florence Nightingales administered first aid to the fallen warriors. There were some assorted scratches and bruises, but nothing serious was suffered by the honeys turned Madwoman of Chaillot.
Official reports listed four injured policemen with 13 arrests. The War of the Roses lasted about 2 hours from about midnight to 2 a.m. There was a return bout Wednesday night.
Two veterans recently recalled the battle and issued a warning to the cops. "If they close up all the gay joints in this area, there is going to be all out war."
Bruce and Nan
Both said they were refugees from Indiana and had come to New York where they could live together happily ever after. They were in their early 20's. They preferred to be called by their married names, Bruce and Nan.
"I don't like your paper," Nan lisped matter-of-factly. "It's anti-fag and pro-cop."
"I'll bet you didn't see what they did to the Stonewall. Did the pigs tell you that they smashed everything in sight? Did you ask them why they stole money out of the cash register and then smashed it with a sledge hammer? Did you ask them why it took them two years to discover that the Stonewall didn't have a liquor license."
Bruce nodded in agreement and reached over for Nan's trembling hands.
"Calm down, doll," he said. "Your face is getting all flushed."
Nan wiped her face with a tissue.
"This would have to happen right before the wedding. The reception was going to be held at the Stonewall, too," Nan said, tossing her ashen-tinted hair over her shoulder.
"What wedding?," the bystander asked.
Nan frowned with a how-could-anybody-be-so-stupid look. "Eric and Jack's wedding, of course. They're finally tying the knot. I thought they'd never get together."
Meet Shirley
"We'll have to find another place, that's all there is to it," Bruce sighed. "But every time we start a place, the cops break it up sooner or later."
"They let us operate just as long as the payoff is regular," Nan said bitterly. "I believe they closed up the Stonewall because there was some trouble with the payoff to the cops. I think that's the real reason. It's a shame. It was such a lovely place. We never bothered anybody. Why couldn't they leave us alone?"
Shirley Evans, a neighbor with two children, agrees that the Stonewall was not a rowdy place and the persons who frequented the club were never troublesome. She lives at 45 Christopher St.
"Up until the night of the police raid there was never any trouble there," she said. "The homosexuals minded their own business and never bothered a soul. There were never any fights or hollering, or anything like that. They just wanted to be left alone. I don't know what they did inside, but that's their business. I was never in there myself. It was just awful when the police came. It was like a swarm of hornets attacking a bunch of butterflies."
A reporter visited the now closed Stonewall and it indeed looked like a cyclone had struck the premises.
Police said there were over 200 people in the Stonewall when they entered with a warrant. The crowd outside was estimated at 500 to 1,000. According to police, the Stonewall had been under observation for some time. Being a private club, plain clothesmen were refused entrance to the inside when they periodically tried to check the place. "They had the tightest security in the Village," a First Division officer said, "We could never get near the place without a warrant."
Police Talk
The men of the First Division were unable to find any humor in the situation, despite the comical overtones of the raid.
"They were throwing more than lace hankies," one inspector said. "I was almost decapitated by a slab of thick glass. It was thrown like a discus and just missed my throat by inches. The beer can didn't miss, though, "it hit me right above the temple."
Police also believe the club was operated by Mafia connected owners. The police did confiscate the Stonewall's cash register as proceeds from an illegal operation. The receipts were counted and are on file at the division headquarters. The warrant was served and the establishment closed on the grounds it was an illegal membership club with no license, and no license to serve liquor.
The police are sure of one thing. They haven't heard the last from the Girls of Christopher Street.
-by Jerry Lisker, New York Daily News, July 6th 1969
She sat there with her legs crossed, the lashes of her mascara-coated eyes beating like the wings of a hummingbird. She was angry. She was so upset she hadn't bothered to shave. A day old stubble was beginning to push through the pancake makeup. She was a he. A queen of Christopher Street.
Last weekend the queens had turned commandos and stood bra strap to bra strap against an invasion of the helmeted Tactical Patrol Force. The elite police squad had shut down one of their private gay clubs, the Stonewall Inn at 57 Christopher St., in the heart of a three-block homosexual community in Greenwich Village. Queen Power reared its bleached blonde head in revolt. New York City experienced its first homosexual riot. "We may have lost the battle, sweets, but the war is far from over," lisped an unofficial lady-in-waiting from the court of the Queens.
"We've had all we can take from the Gestapo," the spokesman, or spokeswoman, continued. "We're putting our foot down once and for all." The foot wore a spiked heel. According to reports, the Stonewall Inn, a two-story structure with a sand painted brick and opaque glass facade, was a mecca for the homosexual element in the village who wanted nothing but a private little place where they could congregate, drink, dance and do whatever little girls do when they get together.
The thick glass shut out the outside world of the street. Inside, the Stonewall bathed in wild, bright psychedelic lights, while the patrons writhed to the sounds of a juke box on a square dance floor surrounded by booths and tables. The bar did a good business and the waiters, or waitresses, were always kept busy, as they snaked their way around the dancing customers to the booths and tables. For nearly two years, peace and tranquility reigned supreme for the Alice in Wonderland clientele.
The Raid Last Friday
Last Friday the privacy of the Stonewall was invaded by police from the First Division. It was a raid. They had a warrant. After two years, police said they had been informed that liquor was being served on the premises. Since the Stonewall was without a license, the place was being closed. It was the law.
All hell broke loose when the police entered the Stonewall. The girls instinctively reached for each other. Others stood frozen, locked in an embrace of fear.
Only a handful of police were on hand for the initial landing in the homosexual beachhead. They ushered the patrons out onto Christopher Street, just off Sheridan Square. A crowd had formed in front of the Stonewall and the customers were greeted with cheers of encouragement from the gallery.
The whole proceeding took on the aura of a homosexual Academy Awards Night. The Queens pranced out to the street blowing kisses and waving to the crowd. A beauty of a specimen named Stella wailed uncontrollably while being led to the sidewalk in front of the Stonewall by a cop. She later confessed that she didn't protest the manhandling by the officer, it was just that her hair was in curlers and she was afraid her new beau might be in the crowd and spot her. She didn't want him to see her this way, she wept.
Queen Power
The crowd began to get out of hand, eye witnesses said. Then, without warning, Queen Power exploded with all the fury of a gay atomic bomb. Queens, princesses and ladies-in-waiting began hurling anything they could get their polished, manicured fingernails on. Bobby pins, compacts, curlers, lipstick tubes and other femme fatale missiles were flying in the direction of the cops. The war was on. The lilies of the valley had become carnivorous jungle plants.
Urged on by cries of "C'mon girls, lets go get'em," the defenders of Stonewall launched an attack. The cops called for assistance. To the rescue came the Tactical Patrol Force.
Flushed with the excitement of battle, a fellow called Gloria pranced around like Wonder Woman, while several Florence Nightingales administered first aid to the fallen warriors. There were some assorted scratches and bruises, but nothing serious was suffered by the honeys turned Madwoman of Chaillot.
Official reports listed four injured policemen with 13 arrests. The War of the Roses lasted about 2 hours from about midnight to 2 a.m. There was a return bout Wednesday night.
Two veterans recently recalled the battle and issued a warning to the cops. "If they close up all the gay joints in this area, there is going to be all out war."
Bruce and Nan
Both said they were refugees from Indiana and had come to New York where they could live together happily ever after. They were in their early 20's. They preferred to be called by their married names, Bruce and Nan.
"I don't like your paper," Nan lisped matter-of-factly. "It's anti-fag and pro-cop."
"I'll bet you didn't see what they did to the Stonewall. Did the pigs tell you that they smashed everything in sight? Did you ask them why they stole money out of the cash register and then smashed it with a sledge hammer? Did you ask them why it took them two years to discover that the Stonewall didn't have a liquor license."
Bruce nodded in agreement and reached over for Nan's trembling hands.
"Calm down, doll," he said. "Your face is getting all flushed."
Nan wiped her face with a tissue.
"This would have to happen right before the wedding. The reception was going to be held at the Stonewall, too," Nan said, tossing her ashen-tinted hair over her shoulder.
"What wedding?," the bystander asked.
Nan frowned with a how-could-anybody-be-so-stupid look. "Eric and Jack's wedding, of course. They're finally tying the knot. I thought they'd never get together."
Meet Shirley
"We'll have to find another place, that's all there is to it," Bruce sighed. "But every time we start a place, the cops break it up sooner or later."
"They let us operate just as long as the payoff is regular," Nan said bitterly. "I believe they closed up the Stonewall because there was some trouble with the payoff to the cops. I think that's the real reason. It's a shame. It was such a lovely place. We never bothered anybody. Why couldn't they leave us alone?"
Shirley Evans, a neighbor with two children, agrees that the Stonewall was not a rowdy place and the persons who frequented the club were never troublesome. She lives at 45 Christopher St.
"Up until the night of the police raid there was never any trouble there," she said. "The homosexuals minded their own business and never bothered a soul. There were never any fights or hollering, or anything like that. They just wanted to be left alone. I don't know what they did inside, but that's their business. I was never in there myself. It was just awful when the police came. It was like a swarm of hornets attacking a bunch of butterflies."
A reporter visited the now closed Stonewall and it indeed looked like a cyclone had struck the premises.
Police said there were over 200 people in the Stonewall when they entered with a warrant. The crowd outside was estimated at 500 to 1,000. According to police, the Stonewall had been under observation for some time. Being a private club, plain clothesmen were refused entrance to the inside when they periodically tried to check the place. "They had the tightest security in the Village," a First Division officer said, "We could never get near the place without a warrant."
Police Talk
The men of the First Division were unable to find any humor in the situation, despite the comical overtones of the raid.
"They were throwing more than lace hankies," one inspector said. "I was almost decapitated by a slab of thick glass. It was thrown like a discus and just missed my throat by inches. The beer can didn't miss, though, "it hit me right above the temple."
Police also believe the club was operated by Mafia connected owners. The police did confiscate the Stonewall's cash register as proceeds from an illegal operation. The receipts were counted and are on file at the division headquarters. The warrant was served and the establishment closed on the grounds it was an illegal membership club with no license, and no license to serve liquor.
The police are sure of one thing. They haven't heard the last from the Girls of Christopher Street.
NADAL OUT!!!
WTF??
Shock!
Stunned!
Dismay!
Nadal is OUT of WImbledon in ONLY the 2nd round.
This kid, Lukas Rosol, upset Rafael Nadal.
Nadal is OUT of WImbledon in ONLY the 2nd round.
INSURANCE MANDATE SURVIVES IN 6-3/5-4* S.C. RULING!
Via Yahoo:
*Some agencies are reporting 6-3, others 5-4.
Tuesday, June 26, 2012
FOR CHRIS SAKES
56, 86 or 106
We don't give a fuck how old Chris Isaak is. He will always be smoking HOT to us.
We fell hard and heavy for him in the early eighties and have been smitten ever since.
We just know he's packin'!! Thick, fat, huge.
Indicators: those fat thick fingers, the full lips and the nose.
Happy Birthday, Chrissy!!
We offer to BLOW that ONE important CANDLE!!
Chrissy was born in 1956 and he is 56!! This should be a lucky year!!
Monday, June 25, 2012
DIVE RIGHT IN
Don't mind if we do!
We cannot wait for the London 2012 Olympic games.
The swimming.
The diving.
AND!!! all that nubile bulge that will be walking around on display!!
Can you believe that little bitty piece of fabric shelters paradise?
Drool.
Ahem, speaking of bulge, below:
Drool.
Ahem, speaking of bulge, below:
Let's get a proper introduction of Texas Ex, Troy Dumais!!
MOVING FORWARD
Nole Cakes moves forward to Round 2 at the All England Lawn Tennis and Croquet Club in London. Or, what we call Wimbledon.
Our Serbian stud beat Juan Carlos Ferrero, 6-3, 6-3, 6-1.
Sunday, June 24, 2012
JOIN THE ACADEMY
HARD CORP. WORKOUT:
Hell to the OHHHHHH
DADDY, DADDY:
We like our Daddy Dick all fit and looking like this:
Hot Damn!!
We swear this sporting goods company finds the hottest models.
OFF. THE. CHAIN.
There has to be at least one gay in the casting department with this good of an eye.
Saturday, June 23, 2012
Thursday, June 21, 2012
LIFE IS HELL
Life is hell because the iconic Life in Hell comic strip ended. The last comic was last Friday. Life in Hell was a mainstay in the LA Weekly. It would always be one of the things we turned to first every week.
"Life in Hell” actually earned Groening his big break in Hollywood. It started running in Wet Magazine in 1978, then moved to the now-defunct LA Reader, where Groening worked. The strip eventually made its way to LA Weekly. Its popularity grew, amassing a client list of more than 250 papers, when producer Polly Platt noticed “Life in Hell” and showed it to actor/producer James L. Brooks. Brooks contacted Groening and wanted him to develop a series of “bumpers” based on “Life in Hell” for “The Tracey Ullman Show.” Groening was a bit apprehensive at the thought of handing over the rights to his characters, so he created the Simpsons to fill the slot.
We always thought of Matt Groening as a modern-day Richard Scarry, who had enough characters that each one could warrant its own comic strip/books/TV show/brand.
Tuesday, June 19, 2012
BREAKING FASHION NEWS
2 BITS:
We interrupt with this breaking news:
2 pieces are in.
We repeat, 2 pieces are in.
You could accessorize with a bonnet.
We now return you to your regularly scheduled program.
**shuffles papers**
ELLE OF A GUY!
Get ready for the onslaught of everything Logan Marshall-Green.
We have a mad hard crush on the man!! And, we will be posting every morsel, tidbit, and ass scratch this one makes!!
From ELLE:
It’s exactly that arsenal of the catch-you-off-guard grin, permanent pout, and sensitive swagger that has earned Marshall-Green comparisons to another rising star, Tom Hardy. “I’d be honored to be in the same sentence as Tom Hardy,” he says. “I’ve been a twin since the day I was born—fraternal, but we look a lot alike—so I’ve already been mixed up with another man my entire life.” That’s right, ladies: There are two of them.
See!!! In yesterday's post, we said he looks like Tom Hardy!!!!
FAMILY REUNION
Hasn't Randy matured beautifully!!
Season 3, Episode 9: After dumping The Fiddler, Justin and Brian get back together and make their relationship visible at Babylon.
The other guys observe from the Babylon stairwell and Ben quips: .... The most historic reunification since Germany.
And on that note.....
Well, look at that we have a historic reunification right in front of eyes!! AND!!!! it is in Germany....Cologne to be exact.
The Queer as Folk reunion happened, although sans Gale Harold. But, it is wonderful to see everyone else!!
Monday, June 18, 2012
SEPARATED AND SEARCHING FOR EACH OTHER
Prometheus' Logan Marshall-Green (l.) reminds us of Tom Hardy (r.)
Both have rich, glossy brown hair, scruffy beards and those beautiful, robust bee-stung lips that drive us crazy!!
Sunday, June 17, 2012
BIG DADDY
$UGAR DADDY I$$UE$:
Give Daddy the one thing he want$ for all the nice thing$$$ he provide$ for you!!
LIFE ON MARS(DEN)
We've always had a super hard mad crush on Jamie. That face!!!
Fuckin A!! Can you see why!!!
That body is bangin'
We could pitch a tent and set up house on that stomach.
Life would be good on Mars(den)!!
James Marsden
Thursday, June 14, 2012
SEPARATED AND SEARCHING FOR EACH OTHER
We had a feeling that image that TayTay supposedly "tweeted" for his fans was a dupe.
Too good to be true!!!
TayTay's bod = Renato Ferreira
HA!
SAY WHAT?
Erik Rhodes perished at age 30.
We're hearing chatter of a possible heart attack.
Story developing.....
UPDATE, 12 NOON:
Paper magazine reports:
We at PAPER were incredibly saddened to learn of the death of our friend, adult-film star Erik Rhodes, who apparently died in his sleep last night. The 30-year-old Long Island-native was a truly hilarious and larger-than-life character as well-known for his wicked sense of humor as he was for his enormous muscles. Rhodes was a legend in the gay adult film world. His fame transcended porn and he did mainstream modeling (famously appearing in an ad for Loehman's department store) and sat front row at the Marc Jacobs fashion show. He was a regular in the pages of PAPER magazine and on PAPERMAG.com, and we'll cherish his hilarious stories that didn't make it to print -- including the one of him losing his virginity at a Mexican restaurant in a strip mall and being served a burrito lunch on the set of his adult film debut. He was a true New York character and we'll miss him like crazy.
Falcon Studios reports via their blog:
It is with great sadness that San Francisco-based Falcon Studios and Raging Stallion Studios has confirmed the passing of Porn Superstar, Erik Rhodes. Erik died of a heart attack in his sleep this morning at 5:30 AM EDT. Rhodes had been a Falcon Exclusive for all but one scene in his entire career, and he rose quickly to Mega-Star status after his first DVD Super Soaked was released in 2004.
Chris Ward, Falcon/Raging Stallion Studios President offered the following statement: “We are deeply saddened by Erik’s passing. He was a part of our family and we are devastated. Our thoughts are with his loved ones.”
Wednesday, June 13, 2012
MEAT & GREET
Ryan Kwanten
HELL to the OHHHHHHH
Make sure you greet us like this RyRy when we come knockin'.
Let's take a good randy look of your backside when you let us in!!! ;)
ANDY COHEN GETS HARD
Visit msnbc.com for breaking news, world news, and news about the economy
Chris Matthews interviews the chatty Andy Cohen for Hardball.
The two talk politics and pop culture.
After babbling about ignorant snatch, Matthews asks Cohen to opine on gay republiCUNTS.
Our take: Gay republiCUNTS. HA! What fucking loser self-hating idiots!
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