Capitol Hillbilles — A weekly gay webcomic

If there was ever an amateur porn site with heart, soul, and dick, it would be Tommy 9×6. I wish more hung guys out there did what he’s doing.

You see, college student Tommy here, who’s penile dimensions are 9 by 6, decided that he wanted to show off his stuff to people, guys and girls, who might enjoy seeing it. So, he started his own-semi professional video blog and it has since blossomed into quite the biz, where his bandwidth costs are surpassing his tuition! I love it because he mixes things up every week: while they’re mostly all jerk-off films, he adds a new theme, toy, or something. He adds at least a new video per week, so I highly recommend signing up for a month, if not three. C’mon, help the college guy out: he might be our next Mr. Hughes.

You’ve seen Avatar, right? More importantly, you’ve seen the wheelchair-rockin’est, buzz-cut sportin’est, pinch-his-cheeks-cutiest main character played by Sam Worthington. James Cameron’s latest masterpiece, or “The Trippiest Thing I’ve Seen Since That One Time I Did Shrooms And Watched ‘The Labyrinth’” places this Australian actor in his latest role since “Terminator: Salvation” and I have to hand it Sam: he makes freaky-deaky things look good.

As I watched Worthington’s human form roll around in Avatar, I totally imagined that scene from Glee a few weeks back, where handicapped Artie was hitting on the stuttering Asian chick; I was sort of hoping to run into a wheelchair-clad Worthington, and have him reassure me that had, indeed, his penis was FULLY functional. Unlike stuttering Asian chick, I would have made him prove it.

THEN, when Worthy was running around in his freaky Avatar form in nothing but a loincloth, I was sort of hoping Pandora could have been just a tad windier. If my calculations are correct, that would have been the THIRD blue wang I’d seen this year. 2009, you certainly raised the bar. On the plus side, judging by how tall Na’vi are, I could probably stand up and be just the right height for some oral, which would be a real treat for my neck and back, ya know? Then again, if their genitalia looked anything like the end of their pony-tailed hair, I might have to stick with a handjob only and just be friends, sort of like how I do with guys whose pubes have outgrown their penis. Besides, without giving any plot away, it doesn’t seem like the Na’vi are real fans of one-night stands, what with all the “bonding for all eternity” they do.

Noticing that Sammy was in Terminator Salvation, legs intact, I decided to give that a rental. Awful, AWFUL movie — Helena Bohnam Carter, what were you thinking?! — but of course all I could imagine was how much stamina a half-human, half-robot Worthington would have. Before I know it, things are being blown up and Sam is giving away his body parts to keep his fully-human friends a second chance. Well, if you’re just handing out organs, can I call dibs on something?

Sorry about not having a strip Tuesday, busy with festivities etc. Here’s a gem that should get y’all in the holiday mood, featuring the choir that John is in: the London Gay Mens Choir. Sadly, this is before he was a part of it, but I you might still enjoy it. Just maybe.

Thanks to Wes!

Found this little gem on gay-torrents.net the other day. Yeah, it’s more cartoon porn, but it’s a classic. Godzilla, Optimus Prime, Chuck Norris: all our boys are there. Follow the yellow brick link:

The Ultimate Orgy: Flash Animation

So I’ll confess; I am not an American Idol fan. I have never watched anything beyond the first couple episodes where they showcase the bouquet of tragedies in the preliminary auditions. I am a big fan of Kelly Clarkson and I’ve sung, “Before He Cheats” once or twice at karaoke (badly, of course) but beyond that I couldn’t even tell you who any other winners of the show have been. Mr. Lambert here was apparently the runner up on the most recent season of American Idol. I have no idea to whom he lost. The internet tells me that he may have lost the win because it came out mid-season that he’s an open homosexual (because the hair and the eyeshadow were only circumstantial evidence, apparently).

I heard the name, “Adam Lambert” a few times here and there and did not pay it much mind. I had a vague notion that he was a musician and that his relationship with MAC products might be a little too friendly. I heard that he was openly gay and became only mildly curious. He was mentioned on our favorite fashion blog Go Fug Yourself wearing a particular pair of couture black leather fingerless gloves that are ALSO owned by yours truly (purchased for an amount of money that I will not disclose at a small shop in San Francisco but TOTALLY worth it). Then he caused a big ruckus by kissing a boy during his performance on the American Music Awards (because boys kissing each other on network television is still a big deal. Go figure). At this point I threw my hands up and said, “okay universe, fine. You win, I will listen to his album on iTunes” and so I did.

Somewhat to my surprise I was pleased. The songs are catchy and his voice is good if not overly taxed by the slightly generic pop-rock quality of most of the tracks. For Your Entertainment sounds like exactly what it is, a very calculated pop album with hooks meant to be driven forcibly into your brain, taking up residence there while you try in vain to go about your day and think about other things. Some of the tracks such as, “For Your Entertainment”, “Fever” and, “Strut” have that kind of sexuality often witnessed in songs by the Train Wreck of Our Generation, Miss Spears; that is, risque and sexy without being overly interesting. Other tracks like, “Soaked” and, “Sleepwalker” are I’m sure supposed to be deep and meaningful but are in reality muddy, incomprehensible and ultimately a little boring.

All of that said, I’ve been listening to For Your Entertainment for two days at the exclusion of everything else. My “Glee” playlist has been pushed to the side and even Our Lady Gaga has taken a back seat for my walk to and from work. Those things in themselves say something for how catchy this album is. There are gems to be found on the sixteen-track list like, “Music Again” and, “If I Had You” and listening to the album as a whole is to hear what a well-orchestrated pop attempt should be. Yes it’s a little generic but that doesn’t make it bad. Pop music is generic by it’s very definition, it’s what’s popular and therefor it’s what’s going to be reproduced until it is not popular any more. I look forward to future albums by Mr. Lambert, perhaps upon which he’ll have a little more freedom of creativity to create something interesting.