An amazing cosplayer is a like an angel from heaven. If heaven were an interdimensional rift into a war-torn planetary system where two space-faring factions have been deadlocked in a civil conflict for half a century… and that aforementioned angel was a six-packed stud sporting a skin-tight jumpsuit, with dreamy helmet hair damp with sweat and a futuristic semi-automatic strapped across his chest.
Jun 10, 2016
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Let's face it: being a gay guy in this day and age is pretty damn cool. We can get hitched in more countries than ever, connect instantly with whole digital communities and access super sexy porn with a cheeky subscription to Dandy Dicks ;) But there are a still a few things that the so-called “fairer sex” can do in the bedroom that may invoke the green-eyed monster in some of us. Let’s take a look at the main offenders.
Jun 08, 2016
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It’s a reality all gay men face: once you’re hooked onto something you oh-so like, you can’t keep your hands off it. But we’re talking about virtual reality here. And, yeah… the same rules apply. I’ve aligned my crosshairs more on the men than my objective in video games many times, but I’m willing to sacrifice a life or two for some of the hunks of the digital world. Doesn’t matter if I’m gawking at cells or pixels; a sexy pixel is a sexy mother-fucking pixel, m‘kay? Here’s an expansion pack for those who enjoyed the last batch.
Jun 06, 2016
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Like many gay men before me, I experienced a moment of transcendence upon seeing the film Breakfast at Tiffany’s. I was still too young to know that Tiffany’s was a luxury jewelry store, or that Holly Golightly was a call-girl, or that Mickey Rooney’s performance as the landlord Mr. Yunioshi is among the most unbearably racist portrayals of Asian people put to the screen. With my youth came the complete immersion in the fabulous, fabulous life of Audrey Hepburn, of satin gloves and cigarette holders, of gentleman callers and diamond tiaras. Of course, this all came from the mind of a gay man, and one of the most important minds of his era to boot. The man was Truman Capote, and he remains an essential cornerstone of gay culture.
And who the hell am I? If you’ve been following the blog at all, you may have wondered out of which horny hole this perverted punk has stepped. I won’t reveal too much – a bit of mystery is sexy, right? But a few things may be in order.
First, I was born in that part of the world that most people think is actually Canada, but it’s not. I was born in Alaska. Who would have thought that place could produce more than oil and Sarah Palin – two decidedly unsexy things.
Second, I’m no stranger to sex on screen. I appeared in two arty porn films with DVD releases: one in San Francisco and one here in Berlin. There may be other footage of me out there, but if so, I don’t know where. And yup, I moved to Berlin from gay ol’ San Francisco, where I learned to be a proper fag and how to be a writer all at the same time.
There’s more from San Francisco coming your way via Dandy Dicks, so stay tuned.
But I left San Francisco. And took my heart with me. Five years now in Berlin and I can’t think of a better place to be. I’ve been making it here as a writer ever since and I’m happy to report there’s no going back.
I think I’ve given you enough of the basics. More you’ll just have to find out either through this blog or a little Google. But I hope with that you stick around Dandy Dicks – for this blog and of course, the boys!
Walter Crasshole