Gay porn your in your own little house now
Justin Matthews was 17 years old when he was first recruited to be a model for SeanCody.com, a homosexual pornography website founded in the drop of 2001. The money seemed excellent enough ($2,500 for a solo video), but mostly he was excited for the opportunity to escape Alabama. He waited a not many months until his 18th birthday, and then, under the name Taylor, went on to snap a number of scenes for them between 2011 and 2014.
By 2014, bitten by the acting bug, so to speak, Justin (rebranded from Taylor) went on to function with a number of studios including GuysInSweatPants, CockyBoys and Men.com, becoming as close to a gay porn celestial body as one can within an ecosystem that no longer pumps out giants like Jeff Stryker, Zak Spears and Erik Rhodes. And yes, that’s him starring as Mormon Missionary Boy #2 in Falcon Studios’s Room 106. There are no minute parts, eh?
He’s gone on to act in hundreds of scenes over the last 12 years. Asked in 2020 what his favorite dessert was by a popular lgbtq+ blog, Justin Matthews responded, “Salad, hoe.” He’s racked up more gay sex scenes than most of his peers in the industry, with one key distinction from most: He’s not gay.
The term “gay for pay”
Exploring the gay roots of Detroit techno
While the gay club scenes of Chicago and New York are rightly commended for their formative impact on electronic song, Detroit’s LGBTQ pioneers are comparably under-documented. From DJs love Ken Collier, Stacey “Hotwaxx” Hale and John “Jammin” Collins to venues and raves like Club Heaven, Cheeks and Voom, Motor City’s queer dance identity was essential in influencing and incubating techno throughout the ‘80s and first ‘90s. Here, Marke Bieschke unearths this essential history
Marke Bieschke
23 July 2025, 19:00
At the Movement Music Festival in Detroit last May, a crowd packed the historical Motown Mansion for the unveiling of a local nightlife landmark. The renowned sound system from Club Heaven, the '80s after-hours gay nightclub presided over by queer DJ Ken Collier, had been lovingly restored by the Detroit Sound Conservancy organisation. Donated by Kevin Saunderson and Derrick May, the system had sat neglected for two decades in a dank basement, its resurrection a testament to Detroit techno’s lasting debt to gay club culture.
While Chicago’s male lover club scene rightly gets props for birthing house harmony, and the orig
‘Torture porn or serious literature?’: the love-hate phenomenon of cult novel A Minute Life
On the cover of the American edition of Hanya Yanagihara’s A Little Life is a photograph by the tardy Peter Hujar. It shows a handsome young gentleman who, with his eyes screwed shut and his head resting on his hand, looks utterly overcome with despair. Look at the small print and you see that the picture is called Orgasmic Man, one of a series Hujar made in 1969. The man isn’t crying. He’s coming.
It’s a remarkably apt image for a book which has hit the commercial motherlode by wallowing in abject misery. Since it was published in 2015, A Little Life has sold more than 1m copies and is now a bona fide cult classic. There are multiple Reddit threads devoted to it; on Pinterest, people display off their A Petite Life-inspired tattoos; and the style magazine i-D recently quoted a woman called Kristin Curtis saying that her friends would forward each other selfies while sobbing when they reached the novel’s conclusion. On TikTok, the search terms “A Little Life” and “A Little Life book” have 200m page views between them, although not all of the content is positive. “I would not recommend this novel to
'How I found out my husband is gay and why I begged him to stay'
To the outside world, Anne and Philip Davis seemed like any other middle-aged, middle-class couple.
Home was a aloof four-bedroom property in Kent (they'd downsized from a 'country pile' when their son, now 29, left home) and each had a successful career.
Philip was a member of the Rotary Club and they holidayed at their second home in Tuscany.
But this picture of an almost idyllic Dwelling Counties life belied a shameful secret.
In 2003, after 25 years of marriage, Philip, 61, confessed he was bisexual - admitting to dalliances with both men and women throughout the marriage.
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Anne Davis says that finding out her husband Philip had lied about his sexuality not only destroyed her future but also her past
But far from throwing her husband out, Anne, 60, begged him to stay.
In fact, they remained together in the marital home for another three years before she finally conceded that she could maintain the façade no longer.
"At the time, I couldn't bear for us to part because my life with Philip was all I'd known," says Anne, who now runs an internet beauty company from her hom
March 02, 2017
The Epidemic of
Gay LonelinessBy Michael Hobbes
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“I used to get so eager when the meth was all gone.”
This is my friend Jeremy.
“When you acquire it,” he says, “you have to keep using it. When it’s gone, it’s like, ‘Oh wonderful, I can go endorse to my life now.’ I would stay up all weekend and proceed to these sex parties and then feel enjoy shit until Wednesday. About two years ago I switched to cocaine because I could work the next day.”
Jeremy is telling me this from a hospital bed, six stories above Seattle. He won’t tell me the accurate circumstances of the overdose, only that a stranger called an ambulance and he woke up here.
Jeremy is not the ally I was expecting to have this conversation with. Until a few weeks ago, I had no idea he used anything heavier than martinis. He is trim, intelligent, gluten-free, the kind of guy who wears a perform shirt no matter what day of the week it is. The first time we met, three years ago, he asked me if I knew a good place to do CrossFit. Today, when I ask him how the hospital’s been so far, the first thing he says is that there’s no Wi-F