This weekend, America celebrates Memorial Day, where we salute all our men and women in uniform. If you’re a gay male, however, you’re celebrating our nation’s first Memorial Day since the repeal of Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell. If you’re gay male in New York City, you’re celebrating openly gay sailors taking over the isle of Manhattan for that days-long holiday of military fantasy: Fleet Week.
This morning, gays worldwide woke up to the heartbreaking news that has Donna Summer died after a battle with cancer. We at Gay Fleshbot give a moment of silence in the only way we know how: with naked men. As you listen to “Last Dance” on repeat today, check out these Fire Island photos from the ’70s of the men who originally boogied to the great Queen of Disco.
As a child of the ’80s, one of our first encounters with erotically charged naked manflesh was the then ubiquitous Chippendales brand. It seemed those glistening paragons of Reagan Era masculinity were everywhere, from sitcoms to talk shows to our late night wet dreams. We especially remember a mainstay of ’80s shopping mall outings: walking into B. Dalton Booksellers and sneaking peeks at the annual Chippendales Calendar.
Way, way, waaaaaay back in the ’90s, Aiden Shaw was one of the standout performers in gay porn. Then he disappeared to the Never Neverland of Retired Pornstars, like they all do. Wait! Hold your horses! Aiden Shaw has returned, looking all dapper and debonair as a delicious silver daddy.
Oh, Jeremy Penn. He of the classic All-American Boy Next Door looks who burst upon the porn scene like a lightening bolt way back in 1997. His beauty stunned. His cock perfectly thick. His butt marble smooth. After causing quite a stir (in our loins, at least), he vanished, like a sex thief in the night. We must know: What became of him?
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