Cover Stuff
6 PSSST ...
- Malcolm Forbes' last thanks to La Toya for Valentine's Day leather gloves and
invites her to join Capitalist Tools with Liz.
Pornographer Chantelle-stevens-porn-star">Kristen-bjorn-porn-star">Chantelle-stevens-porn-star">Kristen Bjorn
- Busted in Brazil
Famed photographer/pornographer stripped of his files and flees country.
- MILLS College
All Cunt Campus Cries over switch to co-ed.
- Gay Games
In Vancouver Canada this year. Directors in search of beds for the athletes.
70 Peter Slick
Peter Slick-Private Dick: Third World terrorists release a killer sex virus in
San Francisco and it's up to Slick to dick around and save the city . . . maybe
even the world in this all-new episode.
80 Entrepreneurials
Starting your own Business? Here are some Do's and Don't's to consider when you're
ready to go with it. Boys Will Be Boys
10 Adonisobia Michael White: Prepare yourself for eight long pages of this tall, hot, blond
Adonis as he strips down and works his big meat. Photoprofile by: Vivid Video.
32 Likmehomeobia
Brent Winters: Wet your lips for eight pages of this tall, dark and awesome dude
40 Narcissistoma Mark Brandon: Coverboy gives you a close look at what he likes best: himself.
And you'll understand why when you check out his incredible eight page spread!
Photoprofile by: Associated Video Group.
52 Eyetrapensis
Dcota: You're sure to be captured by this boy's naked eye as well as his hard,
tight body. Photoprofile by: Associated Video Group.
58 Fixomania
Jason Cruse: This hot newcummer is looking for a few hot guys to work on his everchanging
obsession. Photoprofile by: Vivid Video.
64 Imaslutitis
Tony Sinatra: True blue eyes and dark brown hair never worked so well as they
do with this young stud whose only dream in life is to make it Photoprofile by:
Vivid Video.
84 Subconsuckosis
Chris Manly: What better way to fix your plumbing than to get your pipes after
your painter's white-washed your walls! Photoprofile by: Vivid Video.
92 Gymhomonoma
Ted Cox: Into being the gym class faggot? Try this Cox's obsession. Photoprofile.
by: Vivid Video. And all the Rest
5 Prognosis
Casey Klinger: Chairman and Publisher tells his personal feelings about tired,
cruel, chatty, lip-flapping Queens, Queens, Queens on the very next page. Are
you a bitter Queen? Take a moment to think about it, then read on!
18 Dreams
grab hold. It's going to be a hot, bumpy night. Turn to our Dreams and work it
'til your fantasies cum to reality. Our series of real life short stories are
sure to develop your sexposure.
24 Patient Notes
Reader's Letters: A sampling of the stuff we get in the mail all the time and
what we've got to say about it.
28 Consultation
Subject Obsessions: We examine the cause and result of our readers' subject obsessions.
Perhaps you have an obsession which compares.
48 Treatment
Idol Eyes: Rarely do you find a man as breathtaking as Ryan Idol. He is the Bill
Henson of the '90s . . even more promising. And as we say, More Is Better. Add
this rare find to the video master himself, Matt Sterling
(released through Huge Video) and you have a blockbuster video. Idol's '10' solo
jerk-off scene in Idol Eyes re-rates our previous best (Kyle Carrington in Hot
Video's Tough Competition) a '7' at best. There's more to be
said, and even more to be seen. Do both in this issue starting on page 48!
THE INSIDE STORY
I hate queens. Tired, nasty, lip-flapping queens. When I was just out of high
school, I loved them. I couldn't wait to be around them. I brought my fiance with
me until I liked them more than I liked her. And then she was history. Queens,
queens, queens. They were always so clever; witty. . . either filthy rich or dead-ass
broke and laughing about it, bitching about it, or both. They were always after
a man; and, most of the time it was me. Nothing in the world seemed to get in
their way. They made me laugh. And then it happened. I became one.
I was the worst. And ruthless. I read everybody. No one was spared. And then I
decided I would only hang with good-looking guys. I threw huge parties and only
invited pretty people. I deliberately excluded anybody that even casually entertained
the thought of giving me grief. Or I'd invite them and wreck them in front of
everybody then have them thrown out. Then things got worse.
When I lived in San Diego there used to be a pack of us. We were called the Blond
Brigade. God! And the ugly things we used to do to people. Once we were in Santa
Barbara at the Pub and there were a bunch of guys in the bar in wheelchairs. And
there were gimps and things, people with stumps and shit. So my sister Fred got
together with my sister Jack (although to this day we're still not sure why she
was one of us) and the two of them went up to all of these poor guys, one by one,
and made like they were hot for them, talking them into going home with them for
a wild three-way or whatever. And not just the gimps, they hit on a few real tired
trolls. So then the bar closes. Meanwhile Fred and Jack have told all of these
guys to meet them in some supermarket parking lot. Well, as bad as I was, this
was even too rotten for me. But I laughed just the same. Especially when we drove
by the lot and saw all of these sad numbers wheeling and hopping and stumping
about. Completely oblivious, I couldn't believe it. Sick stuff. Too cruel.
( ---- ) everybody. Especially if they had a boy friend. That was my specialty.
I ruined their lives, and I enjoyed doing it. I destroyed everyone's relationship
that was around me. It got to the point that I wasn't interested in a guy if he
didn't have a boyfriend, a girl friend or had one of my friends trying to pick
him up first.
Well, all of this bullshit lasted for about two years. Then all of a sudden I
opened my eyes and realized that I was an asshole. I was heartless and cold. I
didn't give a shit about anybody or anything, including my own self-respect. I
started to think about what I really wanted in life and it dawned on me that I
didn't want to be a queen. I was attracated to men, not queens. And it was time
to become myself again.
It took some time. It didn't happen overnight, and some say it didn't happen at
all. But I gave up my queendom and butched up the act. I threw out all the trappings
and went to the gym. Another world opened up for me. And I like it. Oh, sure,
I still run into old friends that never left their queendoms and we have a laugh
or two. But, I guess what I'm trying to say is that it's not a lot of fun after
the laughs are over when you realize that you're not being yourself. That you've
turned into a creature that has no real friends and routinely juggles enemies.
That you've developed an ersatz personality and blocked out your real self like
closet-cases block the freedom of their desires.
So what about you? Are you a queen? A bitter, evil, cruel, giggling little queen?
Well, if you are or think you aren't and are lying about it, take a moment and
get a good look at yourself. Wake up before you're one of the ones in that bar
in Santa Barbara, or worse. It can be fun to camp around, but don't let it take
over your life. Nobody likes a queen. At least not behind their back.
