If you’re in Los Angeles and find you want to take in photographs of twinks in black and white, head on over to drkrm. The gallery is presenting the works of photog Terry Hands, who captured nude youths in Southern California during the ’90s.
The crossroads of art and porn splendidly intersect with the photography of Mikel Marton. The kid is only 26 years old, but his work possesses the grace and style of centuries of fine art…only with, you know, rock hard cocks and wide open hairy asscracks.
If you’re looking for head-turning art to hang in your newly redecorated palazzo, take in the paintings of Claudio Bindella. The handsome Italian loves creating what he calls “impossible” works of art, which must mean epic images of naked men frolicking. Each of his homoerotic treasures would surely titillate the most discerning of collectors.
The GOP loves to screw gay people. Now, we can literally get fucked by each 2012 Republican Presidential candidate with a new set of butt plugs, called “Grand Old Party.” If the mega thick “Romney” enters the backdoor of your White House (gah!), could you take him?
Ever since gay man learned how to flog his log, there has been gay porn in some form. Renaissance ‘mos of the 14th-17th centuries got their jollies painting softcore porn and calling it religious art. Before you scoff, check out this smutty series of Renaissance and Baroque paintings. We can already picture a group of horny queens in tunics and tights gathering ’round the artwork for a circle jerk.
But the balls might be red and yellow and green and brown and scarlet and black and ochre and peach. Thanks to dickdoodles, classic phallus worship meets clever pop culture references. If you’re a dude who sees penis everywhere you go, like a Looney Tunes character on a deserted island hallucinating a turkey dinner, then dickdoodles are for you!
Oh, we’re in love with this new Tumblr we stumbled upon. One randy artist has discovered a new way to respond to all those horny Craigslist sex ads. Draw them. The sketches are basic, like something out of Pictionary. But they’re awesome!
Looks like some sailors in the South Pacific were actually singing “There ain’t nothing like a dude!” At least in our minds. We’ve all seen those old school sailor tattoos of scantily clad dames who, with a few muscle flexes, look like they’re doing the hootchie-cootchie. Presenting the all-male version, which surely would have been fabulously popular if gays openly served in war’s yesteryears.
His real name is Tim Patch, but you can call him Pricasso! (Wocka wocka wocka!) Pricasso has found a novel way to explore his love for painting: do it with his dick. A new video opens the doors to the funhouse of the artist’s studio, showing the creation of his work. Prepare to be startled, titillated and completely intrigued.
It’s like Christmas Day whenever we get a new issue of Headmaster Magazine in the mail. The publication’s saucy blend of porn and art is heady, intelligent release from the straight up smut we look at day in and out. Issue No. 3 has just been released, and the bold, colorful, sexy and shocking photo spreads are Viagra for the Thinking Man’s libido.
No one’s ever going to deny the pleasures of hardcore sex, but often the power of sexual suggestion can be equally as fraught with erotic tension. The short film “Un chant d’amour (nouveau)” starts off sexier than any prison porn we’ve seen. Two prison inmates tantalizing tease each other by sharing a single cigarette between cell bars. C’mon, boys. Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!