Luke Guldan is a hot 24 year old hunk with the body of an adonis. He has graced the cover of many publication such as Mens Health in his career as a underwear and fitness model. He has the perfect six pack, and when you delve to find whats beneath his tight white Calvin Klein boxer briefs you won’t be disappointed.
Joseph Sayers (Born October 15, 1983 in Lakewood, New York) is a male fashion model best known for his nude centerfold for Abercrombie and Fitch Quarterly, shot by Bruce Weber, and also for the fact that, despite being only 5'6" tall (most male models are between 5'11" and 6'2"), he has experienced great success as a fashion and commercial model.
Joseph has also fronted notable campaigns for Polo Underwear photographed by Richard Phibbs, DSquared photographed by Steven Klein, and Macy's. He was memorably photographed by Steven Kleinwrestling with Lucas Kerr for French Vogue, in addition to editorials in Gentlemen's Options (David Byun), Artistic Tile (Joseph Oppedisano), Men's Journal (Aaron Goodman), Numero (Alexei Hay), Instinct,CosmoGirl, XY and Blue magazines.
He has also been photographed by Randall Mesdon and Tony Duran to round out a stellar list of photographers, and appeared in a TV commercial for ESPN, an in-store video for Redken, and a music video for the Pet Shop Boys.
Sayers was originally discovered on the ModelSwim website and was first scouted and signed by agent Adam Silver of Silver Model Management in New York City. Shortly afterward, Sayers also signed with agent Jason Kanner at Major Model Management for fashion modeling work.
Todd Sanfield is a hard-working man. On top of modeling for a new book, “Motel | Hotel” coming out this month, he’s also a full time pharmacy student. But that’s not all: he’s designed, built and now operates his own brand of underwear.
Twins can either be identical (in scientific usage, "monozygotic"), meaning that they develop from one zygote that splits and forms two embryos, or fraternal ("dizygotic") because they develop from two separate eggs that are fertilized by two separate sperm.
The twin birth rate in the United States is slightly above 32 twin live births per 1,000 live births.
The Yoruba have the highest rate of twinning in the world, at 45 twins per 1,000 live births,possibly because of high consumption of a specific type of yam containing a natural phytoestrogen which may stimulate the ovaries to release an egg from each side.
Fusco has been working out since he was 14, and has entered the industry at the age of 17 and signed in 2009 with "Empire Model Management".
Up-and-coming Fusco has been able to achieve so much in a very short amount of time. He's modeled for "Score Underwear", "Vista Video", and "John Falocco", as well as gracing the coveted front cover of "Exercise Magazine" for men.
Standing 5' 9", Fusco's dream is to hit it big in the industry and to do big things. He's also a personal trainer on the side and loves giving working advice to his fans.
Here it is gentleman - the one you've heard everyone talking about. The ultimate taboo is finally broken as chiseled identical twins Milo and Elijah Peters go all the way in Bel Ami'sTaboo. Directed by Lukas Ridgeston, our jaws were on the floor and our hands on our crotches from the second we hit play. (It's like an Abercrombie & Fitch ad meets David Cronenberg's Dead Ringers - but, you know, without the gynecological exams and drug-induced suicides.) The twins interact with fan faves Brandon Manilow, Dolph Lambert, Manuel Rios, and yak-hung Trevor Yates, but it's their scene together that will leave you breathless, culminating in bareback fucking and cum-load swallowing. (Now how's that for an OMFG alert!) It's practically like watching a mirror have sex with itself.
Finland was a relative latecomer to industrialisation, remaining a largely agrarian country until the 1950s. Thereafter, economic development was rapid. Finland built an extensive welfare state and balanced between the East and the West in global economics and politics. With the best educational system in Europe, Finland has recently ranked as one of the world's most peaceful, competitive and livable countries.
And with men like MAGNUS OF FINLAND I'm sure I would find Finland very livable!
Nineteen Aught Five! This was always the answer my Grand Ma Ma would give when asked what year she was born! Grand Ma Ma was a simple woman! Oh she was smart-she knew and understood so much about life-but she kept things simple!
Grand Ma Ma would sit on her porch for hours and watch the cars go by. I would count them. We would be shelling pole beans and talking about the weather and the cars. I always managed to keep up my counting even when we were talking. Back then in my childhood it seemed like there were so many cars. I now wish that there were still just that many because really there was just a few.
I can’t remember a day ever going by when my Mother and Grand Ma Ma were not together. They each had their own homes but not their own lives. Their lives were one. I would spend as much time as possible at my Grand Ma Ma's! There were to many people for me to handle at Mother's. Just like there are to many cars to count today! At my Grand Ma Ma's house I received all the attention I wanted or all the privacy I needed. Grand Ma Ma died in Two Thousand Double Aught Five. She missed 100 by just a few months-I wish she had made it! I can hear my Grand Ma Ma's reply to
this--aaaaaaaHorseshit! Grand MaMa kept it simple!
As a child I knew that when the phone rang it was always a special occasion for Mother! No answering machines to take messages-that wasn't the purpose of the phone. Mother had plenty of time to pour her coffee and grab her cigarettes and only then would the ringing stop and the love begin! Mother's calls were when she escaped--inside another world--a world where only sound existed! I knew never to disturb Mother during her chats. I would steal a glance at her and could tell just by looking into her eyes that she was lost! Lost in another world-a world that I was only half in! I wanted so much to be in that world with her. As always she would suddenly notice me watching her-give me one of her smiles that said without words-I love you now Leave! And I would! I don't believe that the world of today realizes just how special the phone was during Mother's life. Yes-these days we spend more time on the phone, the phone goes with us everywhere & we always have to be reminded to turn our phones off!
The phones of today may be special but I don't believe that the calls are!
Will loved scratch off tickets. And playing Fantasy Five. He never missed buying a ticket. Every Christmas I'd fill his stocking with $200 worth of scratch offs.
He'd always win the money back and then some. Will was always very lucky. We had a basket on top of the frig and we'd both throw the winning tickets in it. We played on Florida's money. When Will wanted more scratch off's he'd get $50 worth of winners from the basket and drive over to the 7-11 less than a mile from the house. $1, $2, $5, & $10 tickets. And he always bought the same. Two $10, Two $5, Four $2 & Twelve $1. This way we'd each have the same amount of tickets to scratch. Both of us were always lucky.
Wednesday night was always Will's Fantasy Five night. It was around 6pm when Will jumped up and said he had forgotten to buy a ticket. "It's Christmas Eve Will. You know you've got tons of scratch offs in your stocking" Out the door and into his convertible Mustang.
I knew he'd only be gone a few minutes. I've never been one to worry but after about a 1/2 hour I did think it was odd that Will wasn't home yet. I called his cell. No answer. Now this was odd. I called again. Still no answer. The phone rang and it was Will. He was at the 7-11 but his car wasn't. He needed me to come pick him up. The Mustang had been stolen. Come to find out Will had gone inside the store, left the car running, bought his Fantasy Five ticket, came back outside and his car was gone. Now I'm not one to get pissed off easily but this time I did. "Why in the name of hell would you leave the fu@kin car running" his reply "I was only gone for aminute".
Lets go back to March 24, 2003. Will's 29th Birthday. I bought him a silver convertible 5 speed Mustang with white leather seats.
Needless to say he loved it. The dealer asked me if I wanted LoJack installed. I had never heard of this. He explained that if the Mustang was ever stolen, LoJack would get it back — fast. A LoJack transmitter would be hidden in the car and if it was ever stolen the police would be able to recover the car fast. His voice deepened as he went on to say "Thieves can't find it. Thick walls can't stop it. When it comes to recovering your stolen vehicle, nothing works as well as LoJack. That's why LoJack offers a 24-hour recovery guarantee. Now that's peace of mind." I knew he was gonna be making a commission off this cause he sounded just like a commercial. But I was sold. Another interesting fact about LoJack was that neither Will nor myself knew where it was installed. The LoJack man came to the house that night after darkknocked on the door showed his ID asked for the keys went back outside and installed the transmitter. How fabulously secretive.
Will had told the police that the Mustang had LoJack installed. And just like the car salesman had advertised in less than an hour they had located the car. In a shopping center right off I-275 at the last exit before The Sunshine Skyway Bridge.
Not a scratch on it. Only his CD's & his cell phone were missing. Oh & by the way the Fantasy Five #'s that Christmas Eve night were 04-10-14-18-30. Both of us were always lucky.
Mother never threw away any of our old clothing. The clothing was passed down from one to the other and when the youngest outgrew them they were passed on to Granny. Granny used the worn out clothing to make new quilts. Auntie Lusinda, Auntie Lucetta, & Auntie Lydia always helped. I would watch and learn.
At night Granny would go thru boxes filled with our old clothing and carefully chose which colors and patterns she would be sewing together. Then Granny would cut the old clothing into shapes. Squares, circles, rectangles & triangles. Granny always let me help. With a needle and thread Granny would begin sewing the shapes together. I'd ask "how do you know which shapes to sew together Granny" and Granny would reply "your Great Granny taught me". That was a good enough answer for me.
After several nights of sewing Granny would put away her needle and thread and go to the phone. Time to call the Aunties who had been spending their evenings much like Granny had. Sewing shapes of worn out clothing together. "can I check the phone Granny please please" I would say to her. "ok Darlin' go ahead and see if one of em are runnin' their mouths" Granny's reply. Most of the time one of the neighbors were already on the line talking. Four to a line. Different numbers, different rings but the same line.
I picked up the phone and it was silent. "Granny no ones on here hurry". I knew Granny would be busy for a while calling all the Aunties to set up the quilting party. I went into the TV room to watch Bonanza with Pop-Pop and Horseshit. Grand Pa Pa had become Pop-Pop right after Grand Ma Ma had become Granny. All thanks to Horseshit. He was the best dog ever. Even better than my Lollipop. Pop-Pop got such a laugh out of calling Horseshit. He'd berocking in his chair and at the half hour when the commercial would come on he'd yell out "come ere Horseshit" and then he'd laugh and laugh till he'd choke from the smoke of his pipe. Bonanza ended and Granny was still on the phone. Pop-Pop and I knew it was time to go down to the basement and get the quilter. That was Pop-Pop's job. Getting the wooden quilter all set up. The Aunties would be there in the mornin' and the quilting party would begin. After a few days of partying several new quilts were made. Time to deliver them. All of us got a new quilt made from our old clothing that Mother never threw away.
Filmed in Chicago in 2009, the short film306 depicts a day in the life of a young man named Eric. Without a word of dialogue, but with an effective and beautiful score, director and writer Elliot London and writer Greg Phelan take their lead through a wide series of emotions. From his first waking moment in the safety of his bed, until his return to it, at the end of his day.
I never really liked pot. But I grew it. A lot of it. Back in the late 90's. I was living in Albuquerque, had a beautiful home and I was in lust with a straight man! We worked together. I would have done anything for him. And I did.
I had a very large fenced back yard. Mike loved smoking pot. Me-not so much.
I was great friends with Mike's girlfriend Sally. We even went on vacation together back to Mother's one summer. It was fabulous. I think Mother was somewhat confused because this was the first time I had brought a girl to Mother's since high school. Mother loved Sally just as she loved everyone. There was never enough love for Mother to give away. My twin brother Jerry loved Sally. And I mean that literally. They loved a lot during those two weeks. Every chance they had they loved. Just like Mother Jerry loved giving his love away. However, Jerry's love was somewhat more physical than Mother's and for the most part only shared with girls.
Mike wanted to build a greenhouse in my back yard. To grow Pot. Thinking about all those hours Mike would be at my house and all the chances I would have to fulfill my lust I simply replied "let's get started". I really didn't have a clue how to even start. I never have been very Butch. Mike was. Mike was very butch. He grabbed a shovel and started digging. He dug for days and days. Hot, sweaty, dripping, shirtless, sunburned muscles. I made drinks. Every evening after work and all weekend long Mike dug. Every night we would have Margarita's. My fav. Mike would haul the dirt away every night. The hole ended up being four feet deep fifteen feet wide and thirty feet long. Mike built the greenhouse, planted the cute little plants that had sprouted from the germinated seeds that he had started weeks before and padlocked the door. We watched them grow. Once they started getting some height to them Mike started spending the night. Mike was paranoid that someone might find out about his sinsemilla. This had been my only condition all along. Mike was not to tell anyone about the greenhouse. The very first time Mike spent the night we both got what we wanted. Margarita's, sinsemilla growing, & hot sweaty straight man muscles. Life was good. Oh- and so was the harvest. Bags & bags & bags of pot. Mike loved it, me-I loved Mike.
The following summer I contacted a pool company and told them- "Tear down that BITCH of a Greenhouse and put a swimming pool where it OUGHT to be."
Another Graduation party. This time at the Esposito's home. The Espositos and The Fringes had been best of friends long before I was ever born. They had five children just like Mother & Father had five children. The only difference was that they had 3 boys and 2 girls. Mother and Mrs Esposito always shared everything. Even their pregnancies. They were both pregnant four times and always at the same time. It was only a matter of days after Mother gave birth to twins that Mrs Esposito did the same thing. With one small difference. Mrs Esposito had a boy and a girl. This actually worked out perfect. My twin Jerry was best friends with Maddon and I was best friends with Madonna. My brother who was eight years older was best friends with the oldest Esposito boy, my sister and the other Esposito girl were best friends and the last two born were best of friends.
Three times a year Mother & Mrs Esposito would plan what would become to be known as Fringe Esposito Day. In the summer all 14 of us would pile up in the two station wagons and head off to Ocean City, MD for a day on the Boardwalk and the Rides. All 14 of us would go to The Delaware State Fair and there was always another day for a picnic and the movies. These were always good times and like best friends do Madonna and I shared everything just like our Mothers did. Including Christmas Gifts. During Thankgiving break we'd peddle our bikes downtown and then walk over to Ed's Auto Shop. Ed's was the only store in town that sold comic books. We both got to pick out five. Our five favorites. It was always a hard decision to make but somehow we managed to do it. Now came the fun part. I'd give Madonna my five and she would give me hers. Then we would both hand Ed or his wife Edie fifty cents. No tax in Delaware. Still isn't. This would be the last time either of us would see our comics again until Christmas afternoon.
After Father was murdered Mother seldom gave parties. That part of Mother had died with Father. Madonna had also just graduated from The UOD and once again we were sharing. This time a party. I had rented a Cottage at Rehoboth Beach for the summer. Patrick was still in Connecticut with his family. After a long phone chat with him I got in my new Vet and headed to the Espositos. I decided to take the dual highway and drive as fast as the Vet could go. I arrived early. In less than an hour twelve of us were together once again. The eldest Esposito son had to work that night. Several sets of Grandparents, Aunties, Uncles, cousins, boyfriends, girlfriends, & just good ole friends arrived and this really turned out to be a fabulous party.
Around midnight I started gathering up my gifts ( mostly cards filled with cash ) said my goodbyes to those still partying hugged and kissed Madonna and jumped in the Vet. As I pulled out of the Esposito's driveway I wondered if I should turn left and take the dual highway or turn right and take the back roads to the beach. I turned left.
I was traveling around 90mph when the red lights appeared in my rear view mirror. Around 60mph when I could hear the siren and zero after I pulled off to the side of the highway.
I knew I shoulda turned right. I had had way to much to drink, going way over the speed limit, and I was driving a brand new Red Stingray Convertible Vet. As the State Trooper approached my car he said "sorry I missed the party tonight Thom-just got off the phone with Madonna a while ago and she said she was sure you'd turn left-wanted me to make sure you made it home safe" It was Madonna's oldest brother Matthew. "you missed a hell of a good party Matt" was my reply. "I know I did" was his. "I'll follow you home just slow it down and make sure you call Madonna in the morning" The rest of the way back to the beach I couldn't help but wonder what would have
happened if I had of turned right. One thing I didn't have to wonder about was how happy I was that Madonna and I loved sharing everything. This time a brother.
Whenever I wasn't sure of her whereabouts the first place I would look was in the grove! I'd hide behind one of the huge fruit trees and just watch her as she delicately picked her passion of the day! Such delicious sensations this would bring me! Oh how I wished to be tall enough to join Mother and share in her joy of plucking fruit.
All of a sudden without even knowing why I would come out from hiding and run towards Mother's arms. She would always catch me and begin spinning in circles. After the laughter Mother would always say "You my son are my real passion! Don't ever place yourself in hiding - don't ever let the world spin you around - and when you are ready come out of your hiding place and share your juice." I really didn't understand what Mother meant by this. It was only a matter of time before I would be following Mother's advice daily.
I can still remember that joyful look in her eyes when the gift of a letter would arrive in the mailbox. I knew never to interrupt Mother when she was "visiting with a friend". I also knew that it wouldn't be long before Mother was headed for paper and pen! It sometimes saddens me to realize that the art of handwriting has been all but forgotten in today's world! In Mother's world it was one of the greatest gifts she could ever receive!
One hot summer night in Albuquerque. August 1999. My lover had moved to Los Angeles in June. I had no desire to go. I had bought a home, had a great job and lot's of fabulous friends. My favorite bar was called "The Rear Entry". And it was just that. The bar had no front door so you could only enter thru the rear. It would be only a few months before I would meet Bobby at The Rear. Ten years later we would be headed to Delaware in a 26 foot Pensky Truck. Best friends not lovers. Anymore. What began at the rear entry became the passage way to a life long friendship. More tales for yet another day.
I had often wondered what it was like for those guys that hung out in the alley next to the rear,
Sometimes I would sit in my car and watch. It was always the older men. They were the ones that would come out of the rear, drive down the alley and let someone in their car. I was fascinated. How much did it cost? What did they talk about? Did they do it in the car or go to a motel?
Sooooo on that hot August night 1999 I decided to find out. I dressed in my shortest shorts a sleazy tank top and clogs. 5 inch heels. I was fabulous.
I drove to the rear. In my RV.
I really did not want to end up in some seedy hotel. Have mattress will travel. I parked across the street and walked down to the alley. Four. That was my competition. I asked how it was goin'. Only one of the four answered. Slow. They weren't very friendly. Until a car drove up. Then they turned on the charm. I watched and learned. I got picked up. I had overheard the other "hustlers" discussing price so I knew what to charge. At the time I thought he was really old but he was probably late 40's. Did I know of a place near by? That was the first question. I certainly did. Money talk decided then silence until we got to the RV. I had had my share of one night stands but this was so different. I think it was the money. Money changes everything. I believe that for those quick 20 minutes he felt like he owned me. I felt owned. One hundred dollars for twenty minutes. Not bad for 99. He left. I had had enough. I showered and changed and then entered thru the rear. Again. I was a male prostitute. For one night only.