Remember that night a few summers ago when you met that perfectly muscled, extra cocky straight Jersey boy? The one who “couldn’t remember” how he ended up at Twilo at ten in the morning? On E? Who practically rode your pole in the cab ride back to your apartment?

If the current crop of domestic homostyle magazine hotties leaves you a little cold (with the exception of the stunning Anton Antipov, seen flexing on the cover of this month’s Genre, who could never leave anyone cold) then it’s time for a trip across the pond for some Francophone lovin’—or a…

We can’t speak for everyone who saw “300″ this weekend, but we’re sure we weren’t the only ones helping to inflate those box office figures who were less interested in all that stylized blood and gore than in all that (even more stylized) abtastic beefcake filling up practically every frame on the…