Thursday, October 20, 2016

1976: The Destroying Angel

Released in October, 1976

Director Peter DeRome delivers what many consider to be a prime example of how the late-1970's gay urban world moved, in stark contrast to how gently that same decade had begun.

Billed as the first gay porn horror flick, “The Destroying Angel” is as groundbreaking and controversial as it is bizarre. If you agree with the premise of the movie, by the end of the 1970's, drugs were the norm, as were multiple orgasms with many partners in dark environments, and raucous orgies happened where men were treated as nothing more than receptacles for the dicks and semen and piss of more masculine guys. To some, the movie represented the future in a strangely prophetic way, as it prefigures the AIDS epidemic, as sickly Caswell (the main character) languishes and sweats in his room, dying from a mistake made in his lifestyle. To others, it's just a freaky movie filled with ruff sex and weird fantasies/hallucinations.

Taking nearly a year to complete, "The Destroying Angel" has twenty-two scenes which were shot over the course of sixteen days in nineteen locations, including Montauk Point, Christopher Street, and even an 18th-century cemetery. With its high production values and complex storyline, complemented by a cutting-edge for the time electronic score, the film cemented director's De Rome’s reputation as an auteur among pornographers.

PLOT: We meet handsome young seminarian, Caswell, who is wrestling with a deep conflict: he's being torn between the call to his religion and it's values, and to his own repressed sexual desires for sex with other men. During a three month sabbatical from the order, he picks up a callous macho stud at a bar (played by Bill Eld) who he takes home. Eld gives Caswell a brutally animalistic fucking... and Caswell loves every minute of the primal screwing. Reportedly, Bill Eld would later comment that he enjoyed the film's artistic qualities and that he found himself completely engaged in the honest harshness of the sex scene, which was filmed with very low lights. Afterwards, Bill Eld makes no bones about expressing his disappointment with the quality of the sex, and when he leaves Caswell decides to try one of the red-headed mushrooms left behind.

After a single bite, Caswell witnesses a sexual adventure unlike anything he has ever known, and his world opens up to infinite erotic (and dark) possibilities. Taunted by glimpses of his horny alter-ego who gives into desires of the flesh, Caswell is taunted into a world of supernatural sex where men use him (including his alter ego).

This movie's sex is intense, with one of his partners cramming a baseball bat, a courgette and a banana inside of Caswell's butt. Yes, you see the baseball bat (blue) fucking him forcefully, managed by his sex partner. Finally exhausted from being a sex slut, he looks up mushroom lore in a book, and finds out that he has ingested a deadly Amanita mushroom, also known as the "Destroying Angel" because of its extreme and lethal toxicity.

Caswell learns that he is dying, and is sent into the grave by the laughing voice of his double. There's a final scene, with Caswell in black robes masturbating on his own newly filled-in grave.

As you can see, "The Destroying Angel" isn't your usual smut. It's hallucinatory montages and driven narrative create an avant-garde nightmare. Right or wrong, the director clearly wanted to express himself.

Wednesday, October 12, 2016

We remember Matt

Shortly after midnight on October 6, 1998, Mr. Shepard met Aaron McKinney and Russell Henderson for the first time in Laramie, Wyoming.  Matthew thought that McKinney and Henderson were going to give him a ride home, but instead they drove to a remote rural area and proceeded to rob, pistol-whip, and torture Shepard, tying him to a fence and leaving him to die. 

According to their court testimony, McKinney and Henderson discovered Matthew's address and intended to steal from his home. Still tied to the fence, Mr. Shepard, who was still alive but in a coma, was discovered 18 hours later by Aaron Kreifels, a cyclist who initially mistook Shepard for a scarecrow. 
Below are selected portions, said by Dennis Shepard (Matthew's Father) at the court trial related to the brutal murder of his son.
November 4, 1999

Ladies and gentlemen,a terrible crime was committed in Laramie thirteen months ago. Because of that crime, the reputation of the city of Laramie, theUniversity of Wyoming, and the State of Wyoming became synonymous with gay bashing, hate crimes, and brutality. Yesterday you, the jury, showed the world that Wyoming and the city of Laramie will not tolerate hate crimes.

Yes, this was a hate crime, pure and simple, with the added ingredient of robbery. My son Matthew paid a terrible price to open the eyes of all of us who live in Wyoming, the United States, and the world to the unjust and unnecessary fears, discrimination, and intolerance that members of the gay community face every day.

Yesterday’s decision by you showed true courage and made a statement. That statement is that Wyoming is the Equality State; that Wyoming will not tolerate discrimination based on sexual orientation; that violence is not the solution. Ladies and gentlemen, you have the respect and admiration of Matthew’s family and friends and of countless strangers around the world. Be proud of what you have accomplished. You may have prevented another family from losing a son or daughter. Your honor, I would also like to thank you for the dignity and grace with which this trial was conducted. Repeated attempts to distract the court from the true purpose of this trial failed because of your attentiveness, knowledge, and willingness to take a stand and make new law in the area of sexual orientation and the “Gay Panic” defense. By doing so you have emphasized that Matthew was a human being with all the rights and responsibilities and protections of any citizen of Wyoming.

My son Matthew did not look like a winner. After all, he was small for his age—weighing, at the most, 110 pounds, and standing only 5’2” tall. He was rather uncoordinated and wore braces from the age of 13 until the day he died. However, in his all too brief life, he proved that he was a winner. My son—a gentle, caring soul—proved that he was as tough as, if not tougher than, anyone I have ever heard of or known. On October 6, 1998, my son tried to show the world that he could win again. On October 12, 1998, my first-born son—and my hero—lost. On October 12, my first-born son—and my hero— died 50 days before his 22nd birthday. He died quietly, surrounded by family and friends, with his mother and brother holding his hand. All that I have left now are the memories.
 It’s hard to put into words how much Matt meant to family and friends and how much they meant to him. Everyone wanted him to succeed because he tried so hard. The spark that he provided to people had to be experienced. He simply made everyone feel better about themselves. Family and friends were his focus. He knew that he always had their support for anything that he wanted to try. Matt’s gift was people. He loved being with people, helping people, and making others feel good. The hope of a better world free of harassment and discrimination because a person was different kept him motivated. All his life he felt the stabs of discrimination. Because of that he was sensitive to other people’s feelings. He was naive to the extent that, regardless of the wrongs people did to him, he still had faith that they would change and become “nice.” Matt trusted people, perhaps too much. Violence was not a part of his life until his senior year in high school. He would walk into a fight and try to break it up. He was the perfect negotiator. He could get two people talking to each other again as no one else could. Matt loved people and he trusted them. He could never understand how one person could hurt another, physically or verbally. They would hurt him, and he would give them another chance. This quality of seeing only good gave him friends around the world. He didn’t see size, race, intelligence, sex, religion, or the hundred other things that people use to make choices about people. All he saw was the person.

I loved my son and, as can be seen throughout this statement, was proud of him. He was not my gay son. He was my son who happened to be gay. He was a good-looking, intelligent, caring person. There were the usual arguments, and at times he was a real pain in the butt. I felt the regrets of a father when he realizes that his son is not a star athlete. But it was replaced with a greater pride when I saw him on the stage. The hours that he spent learning his parts, working behind the scenes, and helping others made me realize that he was actually an excellent athlete—in a more dynamic way—because of the different types of physical and mental conditioning required by actors. To this day I have never figured out how he was able to spend all those hours at the theater, during the school year, and still have good grades.
 Matt officially died at 12:53 a.m. on Monday, October 12, 1998, in a hospital in Fort Collins, Colorado. He actually died on the outskirts of Laramie tied to a fence that Wednesday before, when you beat him. You, Mr. McKinney, with your friend Mr. Henderson, killed my son. By the end of the beating, his body was just trying to survive. You left him out there by himself, but he wasn’t alone.
There were his lifelong friends with him—friends that he had grown up with. You’re probably wondering who these friends were. First, he had the beautiful night sky with the same stars and moon that we used to look at through a telescope. Then, he had the daylight and the sun to shine on him one more time—one more cool, wonderful autumn day in Wyoming. His last day alive in Wyoming. His last day alive in the state that he always proudly called home. And through it all he was breathing in for the last time the smell of Wyoming sagebrush and the scent of pine trees from the snowy range. He heard the wind—the ever-present Wyoming wind—for the last time. He had one more friend with him. One he grew to know through his time in Sunday school and as an acolyte at St. Mark’s in Casper as well as through his visits to St. Matthew’s in Laramie. He had God. I feel better knowing he wasn’t alone.
 My son died because of your ignorance and intolerance. I can’t bring him back. But I can do my best to see that this never, ever happens to another person or another family again. As I mentioned earlier, my son has become a symbol—a symbol against hate and people like you; a symbol for encouraging respect for individuality; for appreciating that someone is different; for tolerance. I miss my son, but I’m proud to be able to say that he is my son.

Sunday, September 18, 2016

George Payne 1976

George Payne plays a handsome construction worker named Charlie Dobbs in 1976's Kiss Today Goodbye who finds sexual opportunities everywhere that he goes, but in the process he cheats on his boyfriend.  Dobbs (Payne) meets a straight-identified businessman (Seager) and they form a bromance, thanks to how desperately unhappy each of them are with their respective mates back home. The storyline involves male sexual desires and a growing emotional dependence that each dude builds for the other's acceptance and understanding.  This was an era when porn movies were really trying to be films with connected plots, drama, dialog, and this one even included some special effects camera work!  Actually, reviews were mixed about this flick, but who cannot grin at a gay sex movie where one of the men in the credits is named Ben Dover?
The scene of Payne and Seager lying on the floor next to a fireplace, as Seager sucks on Payne's cock, still remains sexy decades afterwards.  Bearded Payne is master of his cock as he guides its head into Seager's eager mouth. Then a horny Seager kneels with his back facing George, offering Payne to mount him. Payne positions himself behind his partner as his cock (hands-free) instinctively enters (this is pre-condom era sex) Seager's ass.  A methodical fucking session begins, much to the painful delight of Seager, until George releases himself.  It's worthy to note that this was before home videos and the action happening in the film was played on a large theatre screen for an audience sharing the erotic experience together.  The film had its world premiere in New York City on Broadway at a time when the area around 49th street was filled with adult shops and theatres.  Writer H.M. Mostersen once recalled going to the district after working hours and sitting next to Wall Street traders in suits, city utility workers in overalls, middle aged married men and street hustlers. 

This film starred George Payne, Lew Seager, David Savage, Michael Gaunt, Mark Hamilton , Kurt Mann, Firth Demule, Ben Dover, and R. Cansino.  

Saturday, September 17, 2016

Original Daddy Candy: Mr. Braun

The photo above is not about the telephone cord.  It's not even about his cock.  It's all about that pelt of fur.
Sexy Mike would fit into today's modern male fashions as easily as he did in the 1970's with his beard and haircut.  To say that Mike's hairy is an understatement.  Instead of a treasure trail this man has an entire forest leading from his chest to his dick.  

Thursday, September 15, 2016

1984's Bordello Studs revisits 1884

Kurt Williams with hairy Michael Braun
This all-color magazine featured gents who performed in the 1984 film Gold Rush Boys.  The movie remains distinctive for several reasons, not the least of which were the lush ornate Victorian era sets used, framed within a vintage gingerbread-style mansion.  The production crew even used period costumes for the performers.  These images, of a thickly-bearded blonde man being serviced by another gent in a fancy Victorian parlour room, remain popular on the Internet today, even among fans who were not yet born when the movie and magazine originally came out.  This Steve Scott film stands the test of time, as does its stars.
This movie was distributed back in 1984, a time when actual 'film makers' were still creating a lot of erotic smut in the business, bringing creative story lines and scripts to their craft.  While the fantasy plot may be typical smut in both nature and delivery, Gold Rush Boys is a reminder of how high production values used to be.  Men like Steve Scott were true cinematographers who strived to deliver a quality product.

Casting reflects another notable feature that is oftentimes all-too missing today, as the film uses men who are not all youthful gym twinks.  These masculine (and naturally hairy) guys offer a visual treat.  The sex action is all pre-condom and shot with some wonderful camerawork.  And there are nine full sex scenes filled with lots of action.  Directed by Steve Scott, it starred Kurt Williams, Mike Braun, Ben Barker, Nick Jarrett, Joe Reeves, Rick Faulkner, Lee Adams, Jay Cole, Brian Nichols, Paul Monroe,  and Jim King. 

As the film notes: "In 1849 San Francisco all that glitters isn't gold, but what a rush! In the good old days when California's gold miners had pouches heavy with nuggets and bulges that were even heavier still, Kincaid's was the most popular place to a world without women and filled with sex-starved men. Here, '49ers could get anything they wanted in a house of boys who aimed to please, and did just that. When innocent Kurt Williams shows up looking for work and passes Kincaid's (Braun's) test, he's hired on the spot and joins the house's stable of fresh eager to please boys-for-hire."

Stay Tuned For Part Two!

Sunday, August 21, 2016

Tropical Heatwave!

Luciano Perreira
What with all the talk about Rio and jocks, this is probably a good time to take a look at those sexy men.  Back in 1988, the wildly successful video Tropical Heatwave.   Kristen Bjorn kicked off his career in male erotic films with this movie which was a scintillating jerk-off extravaganza.  A good way to describe this video's content might be to imagine Playgirl-type beefy models---only these dudes are fully aroused and sharing themselves with the audience (this is masturbation soft-core stuff)---to the point of climax.  Bjorn knew that many gay guys were attracted to handsome men without giving a whole lot of thought about the model's sexuality in real life.  He effectively marketed the fact that many of this solo-performers were straight men doing it just for the cash and were not turned on by other dudes.  No problem for the models or the audience!  Before there was the 'Prague straight model' craze, there was Bjorn and his cash-strapped men from Brazil, Eastern Europe, and Australia.   The lush settings used to showcase his discoveries included dreamlike villas, sand dunes, and glistening waterfalls against dense jungle foliage.  The guys showed off their hard cocks by letting them throb and bob free of hands.  Their spermacous eruptions were pulsating, one after another: Scene 1 Roberto Ameida; Scene 2 Sylvio Braga; Scene 3 Luciano Perreira; Scene 4 Fabricio Silveira; Scene 5 Armando Santos; and Scene 6; Danilo Cardoso.

While the total film package of locations and poses may have appeared a little-too perfect for some tastes, the rough unbridled broncho spirit of the men shined through.  Not only did gay men rent the tape, many of them opted for the significant investment (oftentimes over $80) to buy a VHS copy: It was that good.  In addition to Champs, Kristen followed-up with Carnival in Rio which was hard-core and equally a big hit.
What made these first videos so popular remains easy to see, even when viewing them today.  It helps to keep it in the context that they were produced these films during a time when cheap-quality San Fernando videos had flooded both straight and gay erotica markets, and when many of the male models often looked like they were 'doing' the films between 'doing' street johns and 'scoring' their next fix.  Contrast this against Bjorn's non-California-looking, naturally athletic men sporting their bronze bodies for moolah and not giving a damn who looked or not.  One of the gentleman appearing in Tropical Heatwave was Luciano Perreira (also known as Brad Foreman) who would go on to star in Carnival in Rio.  Here are some photos of Luciano which were both teasers (hidden crotch) and explicit, probably for marketing campaigns aimed at different audiences.  According to his publicity bio, his nationality is from Brazil, Height: 5'10, Weight: 160 lbs, Penis: 7" and married after modeling.  He even made the August 1988 cover of Honcho!

Below: Boys will be boys as ripe bananas get unpeeled. 

Luciano Pereira, Braulio Duarte and Sergio Callucci.

Wednesday, August 3, 2016

Poolside Pup

Artist Ian Hanks was born in 1974 and grew up in a rural area of the Netherlands.   "I think growing up in a small village during the 80´s had its share in my illustrating career. No internet back then. Best a shy gay boy could get were some sunmilk ads and comic books with semi-nude men. What did gay men do? What did it look like? As there was no visual material available, certainly not as easily and in abundance as after the worldwide web clicked in I had to create what I wanted to look at. I was pretty young when I realized naked men fascinated me. Didn´t take long to get out the pencils and draw more, more and even more!"

His art is appreciated around the globe these days.  Among his most-popular fantasies are series involving horny twenty-somethings pairing up with even hornier fifty-somethings.  His legal twinks are smart enough to know a good thing when it comes along, and refreshingly these silver haired foxes are full of self-confidence and pick up lines that work to nail them.  Ask any poolside drink server in Vegas or LA and they will tell you that this sort of 'male bonding' between age groups happens all the time, with confident grey haired gents usually calling all the shotsIn this great vintage Poolside Pup fantasy, a blonde twink asks for a cigarette and well...