During my recent Vegas trip, I interviewed some of the hot go-go boys of Adonis Vegas and Adonis L.A., the biggest male-for-male strip clubs in their respective cities. I asked the guys how they got into the biz, what it was like the first time they lap-danced a dude (most of them are straight), embarrassing moments, weird requests, how their girlfriends view this job, plus some goof-off questions.
They're pretty adorable in their replies.
See Vegas above. Below, see L.A. as well as one-on-ones with sexy-as-hell managers/musclemen Xavier (aka Xavier Muscle) and Matt de Iturriaga...
Alarmingly beautiful Ohioan Diane McBain (b. May 18, 1941), whose early life had been filled with financial hardship, quickly became identified as a star-in-the-making while under contract to Warner Brothers in the late '50s. Cast as a flighty heiress on the whimsical and briefly but intensely popular TV series Surfside 6 (1960—1962), she got a taste of what it might be like if all those breathless predictions swirling around her (“Another Marilyn Monroe!”) actually came true—special treatment, glamorous work with cute boys, the opportunity to launch a proper film career.
Her biggest break came when she landed the title role in the steamy Claudelle Inglish (1961), in which she plays a good girl who refuses to marry a well-off man [Claude Akins (May 25, 1926—January 27, 1994)] for security because she's in love with a handsome young beau [Chad Everett (June 11, 1937—July 24, 2012)]...and who then purposefully sabotages her own future.
Michael Musto says:
“Rebelling against all sorts of societal strictures and demands, 'Claudelle' acts up and becomes the town slut, raising eyebrows with every calculated skirt lift. In the wonderfully trashy role, McBain is fiery, seething, bitter and gloriously fun—a fave of my longtime movie club.”
Yes, it's as good as it sounds.
But in spite of her natural effervescence on screen and a penchant for getting herself into gossip columns without even trying, McBain didn't attain lasting household-name status. Instead, hers is the story of a starry-eyed kid whose past experience with struggling to make ends meet prepared her for a long stretch as a hard-working actress with many memorable encounters but with no guarantee from where her next job might come.
Now 73 (and as lovely as ever), McBain has released Famous Enough: A Hollywood Memoir (BearManor, $29.95), a compulsively readable autobiography in which she does all the things any good memoirist should: She relies on and credits a great co-author (Michael Michaud, whose Sal Mineo: A Biography is one of the best bios I've ever read); she views everything that ever happened to her through a clear-eyed, analytical lens; she imparts wisdom where she can and doesn't pretend to where she can not; and she calls 'em like she sees 'em when it comes to describing the people who've crossed her and/or crossed her path.
I was pleased to interview this resilient, relatable woman—she's so much more than her work. (But even if she were only her work, I mean...Claudelle Inglish!)
Boy Culture: What motivated you to write a book at this point in your life?
Diane McBain: People have suggested I write my memoirs for a very long time. For years, I couldn't think of why I would write my story because my career wasn't the kind of career I wanted, and why belabor the point? Finally, I settled on the theme—actually, I was inspired by the idea—that my life had more to do with a spiritual journey than a material one, so that became my concentration. That was all I needed to get started.
With Acrobaddict (Central Recovery Press, $17.95), Joe Putignano has written the kind of memoir you can't put down, but the kind of memoir that you hope no one else will ever have to write. Now an accomplished Cirque du Soleil performer and model and a hard-working student, he spent a decade as a heroin addict, enduring all of the things that go along with that sorry state—familial rejection, expulsion from school, forced and unsuccessful rehab, inevitable relapse. His life was a mess, and was in danger of ending badly—and early.
Reading about his struggle is ultimately uplifting—he celebrated seven years of sobriety on March 25—and provides valuable insight into how to pull yourself up from the depths, even when you're sure there is no way out.
Check out my interview with this sweet and uniquely connected (he cares about others, believe me, he cares) individual after the jump...
Above, an exclusive gallery of 5 never-before-published Venfield 8 images.
Venfield 8 is the moniker of a mystery shooter who loves to take the piss out of consumerist sacred cows, as well out of the conventional gay male aesthetic.
Well, with his sorry/not sorry, glam/not glam approach, maybe he would actually put a little more piss into the latter.
Whereas most of the men we're presented with (guilty as charged here) are twinks or shiny musclemen with nary a hair on their god-like bodies, Venfield 8 seeks out hairy beasts, men who haven't had their abs ultra-etched by a surgeon, men you can practically smell through the computer screen.
David LaFlamme by Venfield 8
He's got a sense of humor, too, teasing his rapidly expanding audience with hints that he may be someone famous, all the while sprinklinghis Tumblr (Work Unfriendly)with unique, offbeat imagery, building a catalogue of work that is becoming more illustrative of who he is than any personal information ever could be.
I've been negligent in not interviewing him sooner—I've blogged about him for a couple of years already—because we've become friends. I've met him and stayed with him at his home, and have benefited from his advice and support; it's hard to interview your buddies.
But when your buddies are brilliant artists, you have to step up to the plate...
If you're ever in New York, you'd be a damn fool not to check out the wildly popular Hot Mess Drag Revue, a raucous event hosted every Friday at 42West (formerly XL). Hostessed by glamorous Milan, RuPaul's Drag Race star Bianca Del Rio and drag legend Lady Bunny, this "adults-only interactive performance" has been exploding heads for two years now, pulling laughs right out of its patrons' asses...almost literally.
I was honored to interview Bunny about the drag show that Michael Musto has dubbed the best in NYC...
The Lemont, Illinois, native has discovered a way to have his cake and eat it, too (all the while looking like he's never so much as tasted cake): Without a record deal or traditional music manager, he's created two-going-on-three viral music videos, landed on multiple mainstream TV shows, made personal appearances around the country and—oh, yeah—raised $130,000 onKickstarterin a day and a half.
So forgive him if he's not worried to be going it alone when he releases his debut album, All-American Boy, in May.
But for a self-described loner, Steve was, as he has been every time we've connected, completely affable, open and in good humor during our late-night, birthday-eve phone pow-wow, during which we talked about his fans, his album, his single "Back to California" and how he's handling being an "It" guy for so many people who'd never heard his name eight months ago...