The premise of the site is that you can make two of the five featured players from five different teams swap jerseys. You pick the two players and then they go at it -- pulling their uniforms from their taut, firm torsos and exchanging them with boyish glee. And then -- as if that weren't enough -- they refuse to get dressed again, preferring to stay shirtless with the new jersey casually slung over their shoulders. Even better is the "slo-mo replay" option that gives you an up close and personal shot of each players' abs and pecs.
There's some feeble attempt to pass this off as a site catering to women (at one point it's promoted as "game for the ladies") -- but we aren't fooled (and around this office, there are lots of "ladies" -- they just don't happen to be women). And while there surely must be some kind of moral here about "team work" and "good sportsmanship" -- who really cares!?
Now if only we couldn't convince adidas to do a jockstrap-themed swap...
One of my fellow Out staff members (he'll remain nameless to protect what little innocence he's managed to hold onto) sent me the above picture. He snapped it somewhere on the streets of New York and it reminded me of the 60ft painted phallus we featured last week.
Note the cultural lessons we can learn by studying the differences between the two instances of public penis art: in America we are apparently less concerned with size (though, given the scale, we still like 'em ample), here we're still primarily fans of the cut variety, and whereas the Brits hide their desires on their parents' rooftops, we happily, proudly display them on any old bus shelter.
We're hoping to make our public penis art posts more of a regular thing. If you see one, snap it and send it to us Popnography@Out.com.
The BBC is reporting that an 18-year-old secretly painted a 60ft penis on the roof of his parents £1million mansion in Berkshire, UK. Apparently the painting had been sitting unnoticed for the past year. The teen's parents say they'll have him scrub it off when he returns from traveling. We say what a bloody shame that'll be.
The GAYVN Awards -- the Oscars of gay porn, if you will -- hits San Francisco next weekend, and you could be part of the gay glitterati, hobnobbing with hotties and partying with porn stars. There’s a contest running through Wednesday night with the winner gaining VIP access to the awards and to the star-studded afterparty.
Gay faves Margaret Cho, Janice Dickinson, and Alec Mapa host the big event, but there are also two days of parties surrounding the show. Friday there’s the Tailgate Party, a bar crawl through the Castro. Hit each bar and you have a chance of winning even more prizes. Saturday, there’s a pre-show brunch hosted by Tim & Roma of The Tim & Roma Show, then following the awards NakedSword is hosting the Shameless afterparty with DJs Sammy Jo of Scissor Sisters and Jamie J. Sanchez.
Jamie Bamber: Bear Cub? Battlestar Galactica
stud Jamie Bamber is in bed with PETA to protest the killing of bears
(we’d protest the killing of twinks and trannies too, but no one asked
us). The Brit babe got
nekkid
(not that we can see all) with the tagline “Bare Skin Not Bearskin”
once he was enlightened to the cruelty of hunting black bears in the
Great White North. It affects him because Buckingham Palace guards use
black bear fur as part of their headwear. If Queen Elizabeth can say no
to that photo of Adama, she’s a stronger queen than we are.
Melrose Place 2.0’s First Cast Member The original Melrose was never as good as the original
90210. And as the new 90210
is only mediocre (and I’m being generous here), I’m not sure how much
hope I hold out for this next reissue, even despite the casting of
Swingtown’s ga-ga-gorgeous English teacher, Michael Rady. And it’s not like
90210’s ratings are burning up the Nielsens…
Taylor Swift (above) #1 for the 10th week The country queen has topped the Billboard Top 200 chart for ten weeks. That hasn’t happened since 2000! How did this teenager, who’s first two singles were called
Tim McGraw and Teardrops on My Guitar
for crying’ out loud, become one of the hottest pop stars in the
country? And nary a cooch shot in sight! She did it the old-fashioned
way!… I don’t understand. Must sit down.
Octomom’s Octopussy? The only thing ickier than Octomom’s pathology is the idea
of her doing porn. The calving machine has been offered up to $1
million to perform for Vivid Entertainment. So will she take on eight
guys to retain her superhero moniker?
"Since you will be meeting with the Prime Minister of Canada today, I urge you to make what I detail below an item on your agenda. I know that one of your points of discussion will be coordinating our nation’s economic stimulus plan with Canada’s. Farts! and Piss!, just two of the productions that were denied importation into Canada, are highly successful titles from my Lucas Raunch line. As our economy teeters on the brink of total collapse, it would be foolish to deny access of such a high quality, proven money maker onto shelves of the Great White North’s porn stores."
-- From a letter porn star, director, and producer Michael Lucas recently wrote to President Obama in an effort to get his hit films Farts! and Piss! -- currently outlawed in Canada -- on store shelves in the country.
"I know people will find [this] as another
thing to hate me on, but fuck it. I'm open to doing porn. Hell, I'll
even do bisexual scenes -- myself, another man and a woman, or just me
and two women."
> Is the economy giving you panic attacks? You're not alone. Too bad we aren't JK Rowling. Fortune magazine reports the Harry Potter author is the world's highest paid writer, making an unbelievable £5 per second during the last year. Rowling's racked up over $300 million over the previous 12 months thanks to sales of books in the Potter series and revenues from their film adaptations. So, the rest of us have got our work cut out: finish up (or start) that great American novel we always said we were going to write and maybe one day people will be jealously cursing your good fortune too.
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