Dreams Come True At 2008 Folsom Street Fair

Our friends at The Sword went to the Folsom Street Fair in San Francisco this weekend, and all we got were these pictures featuring fellatio, fisting, spanking, Sarah Palin drag, pornstars in bondage, butts, boobs, beer, porta-potties, and more leather than you can shake a double-headed dildo at. Maybe next time they'll remember to bring us a t-shirt or something too? (thesword.com; see also SFist; thumbnail photo of the dreamy Wolf Hudson in bondage by Darwin Bell)
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Naked New Zealand Rugby Players In (And Out Of) The News

Despite all the coverage we've devoted to naked rugby players over the years, the Council of Concerned Fleshbot Staffers isn't sure why people would ever want to actually play rugby naked: sure, rolling around in the buff with a bunch of your mates might sound hot, but in the heat of a scrum all that grabbing could get a little out of hand. Nor are we sure why the weekend editor at New York Daily News—that bastion of, uh something—would think it newsworthy to post a gallery of naked men (along with one fully dressed reverse streaker and one plucky woman) in the midst of a match. Apparently, the New York Daily News isn't sure either, since it pulled all but one pic from the online feature not long after we noticed them*. Never fear, though, gentle readers: we saved 'em for you, and you'll find them after the jump. More »
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Broadway Bares (Though Not Bears)

We'll admit it: We are not always good gays. We don't own anything by A&F. We've been known to forsake Pride parades for poker night. And someone in this office claims never to have bought a Madonna album—not even a measly cassette single! Yes, we are Bad Gays Indeed. But we're determined to do better, starting by trying to become more familiar with Broadway fare like plays and musicals and ... uh, whatever else those theater queens theatrical aficionados of our acquaintance are always going on about. Unsurprisingly, you can thank last weekend's Broadway Bares event for our change of heart: who'd have thought guys who spend six nights and a couple of afternoons each week singing and dancing and sweating like maniacs would look so amazingly hot with no clothes on? (Our only complaint is that despite the title, there ain't a bear in sight. Except maybe Nathan Lane, but we're not sure he counts.) More »