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October 31, 2005
Halloween Weekend in the Ocean State
I was invited with my boyfriend and 10 friends to a fabulous party in Newport, RI. It was absolutely charming and amazing. Even though it took over 3 hours, the drive was so lovely. Along the way you could see the Indian autumn, trees in orange and gold- you really miss that in Manhattan. The party hosts, Kenny Zarelli and Josh McKenney, did a fabulous job. I was impressed that there is a place only hours away where people still live in mansions with servants. It reminded me of the Frick Collection, but instead of being used as a museum, people actually live there. About 400 people filled the halls of the estate. Not only was the mansion absolutely beautiful, they built this huge pavilion for dancing. So along great food and beautiful people, I was thoroughly enchanted by the whole evening. Newport has a lot to offer from mansions to nature, ocean, restaurants, nice shopping, and the people are so sweet. It also seemed quite gay, but maybe that was just the party. So yes, I enjoyed the whole beauty of historic Newport, from the Cliff walk to the grandeur of the neighborhood. The birds flying, the smell of the crisp autumn air, amber leaves beneath my feet, the sun setting on the ocean . . . on another hand, I would shoot myself very fast in the head if I had spend any more than 2 days there. What can I say? I love New York.
Won't you join me for some pictures? . . .
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October 28, 2005
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October 27, 2005
Don't Mind Me, I'm Just Tearing My Clothes Off . . .
I just had this great photoshoot yesterday.
And on another note, why not bitch and moan (again) about what a total colostomy bag our President is?
Harriet Miers quits the Judge thang. What a surprise! W can't pick a qualified judge . . . who knows, maybe he picked someone unqualified on purpose so when he picks a Christian White Fag-Hating Male, it looks like he at least attempted a bit of diversity.
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October 26, 2005
Person of the Week II: Bruce Beckham
Bruce Beckham is one of my favorite people. With the looks of an athletic fratboy and the personality of a big teddy bear, he stands out among Lucas Entertainment's exclusive models. Let's not forget his sparkling blue eyes! Recently he shared his plans to launch his own line of cookies with HX magazine. They say a way to any man's heart is through his mouth. Well, considering that peice of wisdom, we know Bruce has gotten awfully close to many men's hearts, but this time he's going to try it with food.
After starring in Michael Lucas' Dangerous Liaisons- the "crown jewel" of Lucas Ent., we couldn't wait to have him star in Fire Island Cruising 7 & 8, coming out in November and January respectively. He will also be starring in an exciting new release scheduled to come out next Spring, "Barcelona"!
And now, Bruce Beckham answers Marcel Proust's questionnaire to himself when he tried to reveal (or understand) his own innermost thoughts.
1. Tell briefly about yourself (age, birthplace, where you live, what work you do, your hobbies, education, boyfriend, if any, your family)
I’m 28, I live in LA but I’d rather be living in NYC again, I bartend and go to culinary school here.
2. Please describe yourself in one sentence.
Insatiable
3. Are you into having a boyfriend?
Absolutely… I’m looking, trust me.
4. What is the quality you most like in a man?
Courage
5. What is your favorite occupation?
I’m kind of fond of getting paid to suck cock.
6. What is your idea of perfect happiness?
Feeling safe.
7. What do you regard as the lowest depth of misery?
Addiction, whether it be to drugs, another person, etc… Whenever you’re valuing something or someone over your own well-being… you’re only setting yourself up for tears. That of course is not to be confused with selflessness…
8. What is your favorite journey?
A good book.
9. Which country would you like to live in?
Does Manhattan count as a country? It’s definitely not a part of the rest of the United States.
10. When and where were you happiest?
The first Christmas I spent with my ex boyfriend’s family… for the first time in my life I spent a holiday around a family I didn’t feel judged by.
11. On what occasion(s) do you lie?
To avoid hurting someone’s feelings, unless they’re a close friend. With them, I’m an open book.
12. What is your greatest regret?
13. What or who is the greatest love of your life?
Myself and the people around me I treasure most.
14. What is your most treasured posession?
My 95 lb female pitbull, Venice
15. Who are your greatest heroes in living life?
My father taught me an amazing work ethic.
16. Which living person do you most admire?
Jon Stewart
17. Who are your favorite writers?
Most of my reading consists of cookbooks: all kinds, all cuisines. So there really are no favorites there. I have always liked the writer/playwright Jean Paul Sartre and his play “Huis Clos” (No Exit). I love his theory that hell is other people you can’t get away from.
18. What is your greatest extravagance?
Susie Kwon’s Pearl Cream… just kidding. I tend to overspend on my friends.
19. What is that you most dislike?
Hypocrisy
20. Which talent would you most like to have?
Athleticism… I’m hopelessly clumsy.
21. What do you consider your greatest achievement?
I did something I’m quite proud of, but I don’t tell anyone ‘cause I think then it becomes bragging. (aren’t I the martyr)
22. What is your current state of mind?
To quote Rocky Horror… breathless with an-ti-ci-pa----tion.
23. What is your greatest fear?
Falling… I have a phobic fear of falling. I won’t lean over a railing on a high balcony because I’m convinced it will give way.
24. If you were to die and to come back as a person or thing, what do you think it would be?
25. Which word or praise do you most overuse?
“How dare you!”
26. What is your most marked characteristic?
Compassion. I just try to be a decent individual…to myself and the people around me.
27. Which person do you most identify with?
Myself.
28. What do you consider the most overrated virtue?
Patience
29. Which living person do you most despise?
James Dobson Pushy fuck! How dare you!
30. How would you like to die?
Peacefully, in my sleep, having had some advance notice so that I could tie up my loose ends and say my goodbyes. In other words…prepared.
31. What is your motto?
If it isn’t hard.. you’re not trying.
32. Tell us something particularly important about you that you would like your fans to know.
I’d rather be the nice guy than the hot guy.
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October 25, 2005
Culture and Hard-ons . . .
always intersecting on the Lucas Blog; today’s boner is brought to us by Leonardo Da Vinci.
Leonardo was the archetypical Renaissance homo. He had two long-term, much younger twinkie assistants, one nicknamed Salai, the other Count Francesco Melzi. Yet his hungers were not sated by those two; in 1476, he and three other men were accused of sodomy (penetration of the yearning culo) with Jacopo Saltarelli, a very naughty 17-year-old model.
A contemporary of Leonardo’s, Gian Paolo Lomazzo, wrote a treatise on l’amore masculino in which Leonardo figures as a speaker. At one point he says: "Know that male love is exclusively the product of virtue which, joining men together with the diverse affections of friendship, makes it so that from a tender age they would enter into the manly one as more stalwart friends.” The contemporary English translation of that is “I want to get laid tonight, and every night of the year, by another man who’s fun to talk with.” Elsewhere in Lomazzo’s treatise, Leonardo is asked: "Did you play the game from behind which the Florentines love so much?"
Bringing us to today’s drawing, Leonardo’s The Angel Incarnate. As you can see in the reproduction, the angel in question is fully ready to bestow heaven’s blessing on some lucky recipient. This drawing at one time was in the custody of Queen Victoria, along with 8 other erotic drawings by Leonardo. A German connoisseur visiting Vicky in Windsor absconded with the drawings; the entire court is said to have been relieved by the theft. Centuries later in Weimar, Goethe’s niece Ottilie saw this boned-up angel and pronounced it “Abominable.”
What have more serious-minded critics thought? One said that the hermaphroditic nature of the aroused angel is due to this being a post-incest portrait in which the erection shows a union with the mother and the feminine torso the ultimate melding of their beings. Others think the angel is representational of the main figure in Antonio Pucci’s 14th-century poem “Historia della bella Reina D’Oriente,” who got changed from male to female and then back again, though not without retaining aspects of both genders. Still another art historian thinks Leonardo made this drawing because he wanted to amuse himself. You ask me, the subject is truly dying to express his desire to be in a Lucas auditions movie. A few more weeks in the gym and he just might be worthy!
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Wait a second. It ain't over till it's over. There's not nearly enough cock in this blog posting. From a recent letter written by my PR chick, Heather:
Derrick Hanson- just ONE of the many reasons to jump up and down and clap your hands when FIC 7 arrives!!!
Born: April 1980; Dallas, TX
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 170 lbs
Dick Size: 7.5"
Profile
Besides being incredibly handsome, Derrick is also a real sweetheart. He's incredibly sexual and as good at topping as he is at bottoming. In FIC 7, he fucks and fists newcomer Brandon Aguilar. In FIC 8, he takes Chad Hunt's monstrous dick like a real pro. To quote Michael Lucas, "It was a very easy insertion." Derrick was afraid to touch his own dick, he was about to come any second. He was so excited to embrace such a famous organ!
Of course, a little drama came when Michael was attacked as a hypocrite for using an actor who had done bareback films. In fact, Derrick did appear in a bareback movie, but the thing is, not only was he wearing a condom in his scenes, but he was also fooled into the project by the bareback company. So nasty columnists- a bad review is one thing- but asserting untrue, poorly researched 'facts'? Well you might as well sign up to work for the Bush administration and go hunting for WMDs!
Back to our sexy Mr. Hanson, he looks like a real model, plus he's really tall. Michael suggested that he might feature him in Michael Lucas' La Dolce Vita, our next big production scheduled for filming in fall '06, because he can't wait to put him in a beautiful suit. In FIC all he got a chance to wear were some briefs! And it's just so fun to undress a man . . .
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October 24, 2005
Sunday's Party Pics
About 80 friends joined me for my No Reason cocktail party last night. I am always inviting a diverse crowd, from politicians to porn stars. It makes the whole night a lot more fun that way. I find that people particularly enjoy being around people outside of their normal everyday company. One highlight of the night was that Michael Musto's mom joined us. She is the sweetest lady with a great sense of humor- very up front, in a good way. Now I know where he got his wit!
Now- let's have the pictures speak for themselves:
Steven, RuPaul, me, Michael Musto
Daniel Gotler, me, Ari Gold
Heather Reznor, Justo of Dolce & Gabbana, me, Rod
Grant, Alan, me, Michael Musto, RuPaul
Kieron, me, John from Alessandro Dell'Acqua
Don't mind Alan Cumming, but he was so inspired by me that he just can't keep my pout off his face!
To see all of the pictures, click below.
Matthew, Heather Reznor
Matthew, Michael, me
Me, Will Wikle, friends
Michael, me, Rod, Kevin
Michael Musto and his mother.
Olga, Jesus, Eric
Olga, me, Billy Porter
Randy Jones, Ari Gold, Michael Musto, me, Scott Rose
Steven, Collette, me, Olga
Will Wikle, Alex Clarke, RuPaul, me, Jason Bellini
Randy, Collette, me
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October 21, 2005
Introducing Fellucas, Kind of Like the Bennifer Tomkat Collaborations, Only Less Babies
Hey guys, I have been thinking about doing a big new movie next year, Michael Lucas' Michael Lucas' La Dolce Vita, modelled after one of my favorite movies by Fellini. I'm not sure how well known it is in the States, what do you guys think?
Anyhow, I was so inspired by Marcello Mastroianni in his white suit that I did a photo shoot as a mock up for the movie. And though today's entry is not about the sweet life or Fellini, it is about the Catholic Church, a theme that surfaces in every Fellini film.
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The other evening, I was drowsing in front of the television and had a dream that somebody came into my office to propose doing a porno flick with slimy dried-out old men in silly Catholic Church outfits butt-fucking prepubescent boys and screaming “Jesus got nailed, now it’s your turn!”
Just before I could puke over the idea, I realized I hadn’t been dreaming at all, but watching a newscast. Seems that out in the Our Lady of the Evening Church, and in the entire Archdiocese of Los Angeles, so many people are coming forth to demand indemnification for the harm they suffered at the hands and dicks of lunatic church officials that if the cum from each instance of abuse had been saved in vials, Clinique for Men could launch a new line of high-protein skin products.
$500 million is the figure being tossed aroound as a pay out to appease all the accusers. You have to hand it to those cunning bishops and cardinals; in areas outside Los Angeles, they have frequently gotten out of paying large financial settlements to victims abused by priests by claiming that the local church has no money. As if the Catholic Church as a whole were hurtin’ for dough, and as if the Catholic Church as a whole weren’t responsible for all the covering up after all the uncovering and forced butt-fucking took place.
The Catholic Church and the Bush administration have more in common than a belief in a supreme being. For one, they promote their corrupt officials from within. Cardinal Bernard F. Law of Boston was driven out of that city in shame with his dick between his legs and yet wound up appointed to head the Santa Maria Maggiore Basilica in Rome, one of the highest Catholic Church posts there is. Both Bush and the Catholic Church love to work hard to prevent the release of documents that implicate them in criminal activities. Cardinal Roger M. Mahony of Los Angeles is now refusing to surrender documents requested by prosecutors on the basis that doing so would “undermine the sacred and confidential bishop-priest relationship that is at the heart of the way Catholics practice their religion.”
Meanwhile in Rome, there’s a pope so maliciously opposed to gay rights and acceptance of gay people for who they are that you can smell the cologne he wears; it’s Eau de Hate. I take one look at the pope with his faux beatific expression, yapping on about how John Paul II created a “new sensitivity for moral values,” and knowing the moral values of the Catholic Church, I just want to shit. What kind of moral value is it to not promote birth control to impoverished populations? This holy idiot, sitting on a pile of moolah so enormous he will never want for anything, purposely endorses policies that condemn billions of people to lives of poverty. If Jesus was as intelligent as his followers say, then anybody who thinks he wouldn’t have endorsed condom use should be beaten with those palm fronds the Catholics wave around before Easter.
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October 20, 2005
Party Pics
Hey guys, it's been an exhausting day filming a new scene for Encounters among other things, but I thought I should share these 2 party pics from this week:
At last night's party for Butt Magazine, Alan Cumming tries his best Lucas Pout, Designer Andy Salzer of Yoko D. shares a smile, I show Alan how it's done . . .
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October 19, 2005
Lucas on Film
Snap! Snap! HATED IT!
I've seen a few movies, and now I'm gonna talk about them. You ready? Ok, here goes:
First up, a dreadful little flick,Before the Fall, originally called Napola, which was the name for fascist German prep schools in the Nazi era. The picture is set in Berlin in 1942, but filmed in Prague, as if this Russian couldn’t tell the difference. There is such a disconnect here between the historical realities of Nazi Germany in ’42 and the reigning attitudes depicted that you could almost believe that Hitler single-handedly and personally shoved all his victims into the ovens. Then you’ve got the two protagonists, Friedrich and Albrecht. Never mind that their names make you wonder if they’re characters from Wagner’s Ring. Co-students at a Napola, together they experience a tender wiener awakening that brings them to the brink of realizing that all the goose-stepping around them is for the birds. I was especially disgusted by the scene where a Nazi chaperon takes what he considers to be Friedrich’s vital statistics and proudly announces he is “Nordic, Class B.” The thought of one human being sizing another up solely according to his physical attributes sickens me to the core of my porn director soul.
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Then you’ve got Garçon Stupide, which might be one of the greatest gay-themed feature movies ever filmed in Lausanne, Switzerland. I’ll grant you, the film’s marketers pulled a clever stunt on New York homodom. Weeks before the movie premiered, they took out ads in the escort pages of Next and HX magazines. A photo showed an extremely white youth with evident gay appeal on a black background and the legend “Loic; New Guy in Town” together with a phone number. Calling the number, one heard a voice saying “For a good time, come to such and such a theater between such and such dates, et cetera.” The stupid boy of the film’s title, Loic, works in a chocolate factory by day then tricks all night and finally crashes in the apartment of his fag hag Marie, beautifully acted by Natacha Koutchounov. He becomes obsessed with photographing Prince Albert piercings using his cell-phone camera. During a hook-up Loic has with two other guys, you see the screen divided and while they go at it, machines are shown pounding away on the other side. I for one got the message loud and queer; machines need sex too.
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Loggerheads is a movie from Tim Kirkman, the same good fellow who gave us “The Night Larry Kramer Kissed Me,” not to be confused with “The Nightmare on Elm Street.” This film has a pretentious narrative technique, jumping around in time and place as if the ideal viewer were somebody on a bad LSD trip. With hindsight, any idiot can figure out what’s going on, but I really feel that Kirkman causes viewers unnecessary confusion during the film. It’s like he wanted to put some Goddard spice in, but wound up pissing in the avant-garde soup. In any event, the main gay character, Marc, was given up for adoption by his mother Grace when an infant. Raised by a strict, North Carolina minister and his submissive wife, he is discovered kissing a boy as a teen and promptly screamed at about how he will burn in hell for eternity. He runs away, eventually winding up on Kure Beach, North Carolina, where loggerhead turtles breed. Those turtles’ mothers lay their eggs in the sand then re-enter the sea, never to return. Do you get it? Marc is like a loggerhead turtle, and not just because he has no real mother. He’s also about as dumb as a turtle; HIV positive, he refuses to seek out the treatment that would save his life. A better name for this picture would have been “Dumbass.” In this day and age, what kind of person isn’t going to rescue himself from death by taking a few pills? The blockhead runaway is befriended by George, a local innkeeper. The man was depressed over having lost a boyfriend to a drowning accident, and now the supposed hero of the movie doesn’t even have the decency to stay alive for this guy who takes him in and loves him. Ugh, end it now!
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Before the Fall, Garçon Stupide, and even Loggerheads all have their worthy moments. But they inspired my to propose a little challenge. Try to stay awake watching one of the above-mentioned gay-themed features, and then try to fall asleep watching any movie at all from my Lucas Entertainment collection . . .
Anyone who dares this feat will be declared INDEFATIGABLE. Just wanted to use that word really.
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October 18, 2005
Person of the Week: Wilfried Knight
For our very first LucasBlog Person of the Week, we are starting with one of our biggest stars, Wilfried Knight. He has been in the biz for under 2 years and is already one of the best known and most celebrated adult models.
Not only is he beautiful, with an incredible athletic physique and sexy face, he is also charming, sweet, very disciplined and- let me just say- an all around good guy.
*PLUS* We've put two of his great films, Lost and Manhattan Heat, on sale if you buy them together! Click here for details.
Wilfried Knight answers Marcel Proust's questionnaire to himself when he tried to reveal (or understand) his own innermost thoughts.
1. Tell briefly about yourself (age, birthplace, where you live, what work you do, your hobbies, education, boyfriend, if any, your family)
30, live in London, French/German by birth, personal trainer, graduated in law, mad about excercise and fitness. Very happy and fulfilled though private love life.
2. Please describe yourself in one sentence
A misfit not looking to fit in.
3. Are you into having a boyfriend?
I do not see my life without a long term companion.
4. What is the quality you most like in a man?
Kindness
5. What is your favorite occupation?
Training, and reading when lucky enough to be alone.
6. What is your idea of perfect happiness?
Life in a non-judgmental world where mental privacy and understanding rule above gossip and ignorance.
7. What do you regard as the lowest depth of misery?
Not being able to eat, I'll never forget that.
8. What is your favorite journey?
No such thing. I like being somewhere, but utterly dislike the waste of time travelling represents.
9. Which country would you like to live in?
USA
10. When and where were you happiest?
In New York when I stayed there in February.
11. On what occasion(s) do you lie?
When I lacked professionalism.
12. What is your greatest regret?
Not having dumped my serious boyfriend before. What a waste of a year!
13. What or who is the greatest love of your life?
David
14. What is your most treasured posession?
A ring..not the one you think, perv!
15. Who are your greatest heroes in living life?
Myself, I am proud of everything I've achieved and overcome.
16. Which living person do you most admire?
A victim of a London bombing I met who lost both legs...and still smiles. Nothing can beat that.
17. Who are your favorite writers?
Hannah Arendt. An amazing book about totalitarism.
18. What is your greatest extravagance?
A very expensive mosturizer. . . well I'm gay arent I? We dont do age!
19. What is that you most dislike?
Nuts, badly allergic!
20. Which talent would you most like to have?
The ability to sing ...though if Britney and Geri Halliwell can do it, I definitely can!
21. What do you consider your greatest achievement?
My degree in law
22. What is your current state of mind?
Very happy, but too busy..need some sorting out, and certainly some rest!
23. What is your greatest fear?
To be broke again.
24. If you were to die and to come back as a person or thing, what do you think it would be?
A bear..six months eating, one month having sex again and again, five months sleeping, and it's cute ... not a bad life.
25. Which word or praise do you most overuse?
Hello!!!!! ..not the greeting way, the arrogant way. I'm French, what do you expect?
26. What is your most marked characteristic?
Very grumpy and snappy...
27. Which person do you most identify with?
I never ever compare myself to anyone, except my parents....great people, but I see the weaknesses of each of them growing in me with age, help!
28. What do you consider the most overrated virtue?
Religion
29. Which living person do you most despise?
I put Osama on the same level as Hitler, including anyone who has followed them.
30. How would you like to die?
Suddenly, in my sleep, not too old, but not too young..am i fussy? 31.
31. What is your motto?
You go girl!
32. Tell us something particularly important about you that you would like your fans to know.
I'm a very quiet and secretive person, but completely gone mad and great fun once clubbing... that's why I dont do it often...I am a man of extremes.
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October 17, 2005
Give Me A Piece
. . . of your mind, that is.
Right now I am making a promise to members and new members. Since I recently signed up for some of those websites with profiles, I've been getting a lot of messages. I figured out a new way to prioritize my time with fans. LucasEntertainment.com members will always come first.
So- if you want to send me a message, or take the opportunity to get really nasty and reveal your feelings, now's your chance. And maybe it's not always going to be the longest answers- but you wouldn't want to cut into filming, right? Either way I promise to respond to every member email. And on a more serious note, any feedback or suggestions are greatly appreciated.
So go ahead! Break my heart! Disturb me! And by all means, tell me what you really think . . .
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Back from Istanbul
Hey you guys, I went on a short vacation to Istanbul, Turkey. I don't want to give you a long story on that, because you can always find some travel guide.
Me and my new homies.
I had been to Turkey years ago and things really changed. It's much more European, with a lot of great restaurants. Istanbul is completely safe, but at the same time, you can get into trouble easily as well. You see, Turkish men have a great libido. They are really sexually driven. So, if you are into servicing- I mean more on a giving side than receiving side- then Turkey might be great for you. Because you can blow basically any young guy you want. Women in Turkey are still kind of hard to get. And female hookers are expensive. So, same as in Egypt and United Arab Emerites, Turkish men sometimes prefer the help of a gay man instead of the help of a goat. Which is true. And these men are quite up front about it. They just ask you, and their English is pretty good- at least when they are asking you to blow them.
We were also added today to a new site, Honest Porn Reviews, where we have the highest rating out of the Gay sites. Click here.
But enough of this bullshit. Did you know that I just did my first scene with a dog? That's right, here I am posing with my darling Bianca:
P.S.- Tomorrow we are starting a new thing. We will have a person of the week. And I promise that most of them will be porn stars. The questions we use are going to be Marcel Proust's questionnaire to himself when he tried to reveal (or understand) his own innermost thoughts. Do you think this will be a little ambitious for porn stars? Maybe, but lets see what happens . . .
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October 14, 2005
Oooh la la!
I guess if you don't live in the UK, you haven't seen the latest issue of Attitude magazine yet, but here's a picture from that photo shoot.
From Oh La La Paris.
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October 13, 2005
Wilson Vasquez Back In Action
Hey guys, you may have noticed a hot new pic of our exclusive model, Wilson.
Wilson is BACK! Catch him in December's Auditions 6, and our exciting new series, to be featured in our brand new line, Encounters, scheduled to be released in January '06.
You can see Wilson already in Lucas' Fire Island Cruising 5 & 6- get both at a new price which we lowered TODAY!
Get 2 movies- FIC 5 & 6- now for one low price $49.95, members only $37.45.
CLICK HERE to Order Now!
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Auditions 5 Party in NYC!
Max Scott is throwing a Woof Party for the release of Auditions 5.
This Monday, October 17, 2005
View Bar
232 8TH Ave
New York, NY 10011-1616 View Map
(212) 929-2243
Directions: C, E at 23rd St
$3 cover benefits victims of Hurricaine Katrina who need AIDS/HIV related medicines.
The Party Starts at 7pm
You can see Lucas' hottest new stars live! Check back for updates. I will list the stars that will be showing up as they confirm.
So far Jesse Dane, Kevin Wood, Sebasthian, and Danny Bitho will be heating up the View Bar!
In the meantime, you can order the SUPER HOT Auditions 5.
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All Hail The Queen!
Because I am Russian to my (rather hard) core I can not resist commenting on the controversy in my homeland over what to do with Lenin’s corpse. That and corpses are spooky and Halloween is near, right?
When the communists were at the height of their power, they paid unemployed people to stand on line to see the embalmed dead body of Vladimir Ilich Ulianov "Life of the Communist Party" Lenin. The idea was to show decadent Westerners, who were busy with their day jobs, how a society organized around maximized efficiency for the good of all could work.
Communism came and went like an unwashed hooker but Lenin’s body remained in its Mausoleum. For more info about the Mausoleum, you can go here: http://www.aha.ru/~mausoleu/ The site includes an unattributed quote “I would learn Russian if only because Lenin spoke it.” In my humble opinion, I submit that a much better reason to learn Russian is to have a fun chat with me in my native tongue. You wouldn't believe the fun things that can be said in my language.
Gorby, the last of the leaders of the Soviet Union, has been chiming in about what should happen to Lenin’s cadaver. He says the nation is not ready for the body to be buried. He makes as if, from St. Petersburg to the Kamchatka Peninsula, the average Russian really gave a burnt blini what anybody does with the material remains of Lenin at this point.
All part of the fun, of course, is that historians and other creatures can't decide what to think about Lenin’s activities when he was alive. Some perceive him as the mastermind of a glorious social experiment. Valerya Novodvorskaya, who heads the Democratic Union, says: “One cannot talk about any kind of democracy or civilization in Russia when Lenin is still in the country’s main square. I would not care even if he were thrown on a garbage heap.” Will Valerya get a chocolate cream pie thrown in her face in protest by a member of the Garbage Liberation Group? That would give her a little taste of Anna Wintour-style glamour . . .
Love him or hate him, Lenin was a big deal. Even embalmed, he should have a regularly-changing wardrobe. The man did decriminalize homosexuality, a move Stalin later rescinded. In recognition of his service to gays in Russia, I’d like to see Lenin in a different set of clothes every day. One afternoon he could sport a vintage Halston evening gown and be spritzed with a Halston fragrance, the next an Emilio Pucci Nenuphar red printed silk chiffon gaufré dress and black and gold sandals. At least that way, if the Russian people ever rise up and demand the return of the monarchy, their Queen will be right there waiting to lead them.
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October 12, 2005
The Meaning of Obscene
I’ve never quite understood why prudes apply the word ‘obscene’ to erotic materials. The human body is beautiful by design and whether one, two or more people are having bare-assed, erect cock, totally naked fun together or making love, watching them is an aesthetic experience just as inspirational as attending an exhibit of van Gogh’s paintings at the Metropolitan Museum of Art.
With these thoughts on my mind, I was wondering about what qualifies as an actual obscenity (this is not an invite for legal or dictionary definitions please) when suddenly I saw the reports of the brutal police beating of the 64-year-old Robert Davis in New Orleans. Where is Focus on the Family at a time like this?
If you haven't heard, Robert Davis, an African-American, had returned to New Orleans to assess damage to his property in the wake of Katrina. He went to a bar in the Latin Quarter for a few drinks. When he came out from the bar, police officers set upon him and though he in no way resisted, they beat him bloody and then wrestled him to the ground and handcuffed him. A member of the Associated Press happened to be present with a camera and while filming the event was roughed up by another of the so-called officers of the law. F.B.I agents in the neighborhood arrived on the scene and joined into the capture of Mr. Davis.
The shameful arresting officers, Lance Schilling, Robert Evangelist and Stewart Smith claim they were arresting Robert Davis for public drunkenness, public intimidation and battery. What kind of battery would that be, Eveready? A post-event interview with Mr. Davis found him saying that the officers hadn’t even told him he was under arrest, hadn’t read him his rights, nothing, other than beat the crap out of him.
Adding insult to injury, those police officers have so far only been suspended from the force without pay and arraigned on battery charges, a municipal offense with a penalty of up to six months in jail and a possible $300 fine. Apologists for the officers speak of the stress they’ve been under since Katrina hit, as if there were any acceptable excuse for unprovoked police violence.
George W. Bush! Are you asleep at the switch, or what? I know you realize that Katrina brought racial tensions in the country to the fore. How can you learn of this brutal white police against black citizen beating and not make a statement condemning it in the most emphatic of terms? You’re maybe waiting for a full investigation to be fair to the policemen involved because you think the 64-year-old Robert Davis was an immediate mortal danger to them? Or perhaps you’re going to have your mother Barbara visit Davis and tell him that he’s better off for having been beaten?
Look, W. I know you approved of the F.B.I. paying eight agents to police adult entertainment in the United States. Let me assure you, however, that my work is an art; your governance is a true obscenity.
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And for you New Yorkers, it's a rainy day outside, why not cuddle up with a nice hooded (double entendre intended) Phillip Dante?
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October 11, 2005
Nice Cookies Bruce ;)
In next week's HX magazine
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October 10, 2005
God Has The Gift of Gab
God is nothing if not a talker.
In a new BBC documentary, “Elusive Peace: Israel and the Arabs,” we learn that when George W. Bush met with Palestinian representatives in 2003, he told them of his many conversations with and missions on behalf of God. Bush told the Palestinian reps that God had told him to fight terrorists in Afghanistan and that he had done it. He said that God had told him “George, go fight the tyranny in Iraq” and that he had done so. He said he heard God telling him to get the Palestinians a state, the Israelis their security and that for the entire Middle East, God had requested peace. “And by God, I’m gonna do it,” said W. to the Palestinian reps.
I wouldn’t even remotely question that George W. Bush is God’s right arm on earth. What pisses me off to all hell, though, is that God neglected to tell Bush to buttress the levees in New Orleans before he sent Katrina for her little visit. Kayne West said that Bush doesn’t care about black people but his real argument should be with God. After all, how could you possibly expect an American president to do anything without being told to do it by the one and only superstar of the entire universe, God?
People are always praising my films. They ask me where I find all my hot models, they want to know how I achieve such fine production values, and they laud me for my supposed talents in getting the best out of my actors. Well, let me tell you; everything I have accomplished in my career as a cineaste érotique I have accomplished because God told me to do it.
When you see some incredibly hot Lucas Entertainment scene in which a bottom’s struggling pink ass ring is getting stretched to the breaking point by a dark, throbbing, 12” by 8” cock, you can be sure it was God who told me the best camera angle to use for filming that. When you’re watching one of my movies and see an adorable twinkie pussyboy taking multiple voluminous cum loads, your presumption that it was God who told me which top actors were going to have the biggest loads saved up is correct. God has even given me directions for all of my piss fetish scenes, and I can’t thank him enough for getting those piss bottoms to open their mouths in just the right way. Then too, one time when I was ordering Chinese food in, God warned me off the wonton soup. “Over-salted,” he said.
However, Bush should return the favor. Instead of using taxpayer dollars to pay eight F.B.I. agents to keep an eye on the adult erotic cinematic industry, he should acknowledge that we in porno are receiving our instructions from good old God just as surely as he is. It was God who told me to start my new film line “Encounters.” And it was God who told me to write this blog entry. Evidently, the Supreme Being had told W to address the nation, speaking favorably of the adult entertainment industry, and W. conveniently forgot to do so. The next time somebody says: “Thank God for porno,” you’ll be able to say “Hallelujah!”
Related: Bright Eyes Sings "When The President Talks To God" on Leno. Click here.
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October 07, 2005
Where is Hillary Clinton?
I was filming our new “Encounters” series last night (more about that later), while my boyfriend was invited to ESPA’s annual dinner. I was a little jealous that I couldn’t leave set yesterday and join him. I love the Empire State Pride Agenda. It is the most important event in the gay community each year. Among many other achievements, it has convinced Rudy Guliani to extend domestic partner benefits to city employees and gotten Pataki to make state money available for LGBT social services. It’s also brought together most of New York’s “lavender elite” as supporters and, because money smells to politicians, it’s traditionally been a “must stop” for any politician seeking LGBT support. And nobody enjoys an evening of money and politics more than I do.
“So”, I asked my boyfriend eagerly, “who was there?”. He was uncharacteristically furious. “They raised close to a million dollars. Bloomberg and Ferrer both made a cameo. Deborah Glick gave a very nice speech. Otherwise, nobody.”
So what does it mean when our leading political dinner, where Bill Clinton, when he was still President, and Rudy Guliani , when he was still Mayor, gave key note speeches, is now addressed by Al Franken?
What does it mean when Michael Bloomberg, who’s been terrible on our issues, is proudly chaperoned around the VIP reception by Alan van Capelle, ESPA’s charismatic ED, who is supposed to hold politicians accountable for their record on our issues?
What does it mean when poor Alan has no choice but to chaperone Bloomberg, because none of “our” politicians bothered to show up?
What does it mean when Hillary Clinton, the anointed candidate of much of the moneyed gay establishment, feels free to skip our most important political dinner? Obviously secure that at private gay Hampton fundraisers, where she doesn’t have to be “publicly associated” with our community, she’ll still collect the checks?
It means that our political strategy is basically bankrupt. It’s not the fault of activists like Alan. He speaks, and speaks very well, about the need to hold our political “friends” accountable. But in today’s environment, activists talk but money counts. And as long as gay fundraisers ask us to write checks to the Democrats just because they are the lesser evil, and as long as gay donors write checks just because it’s cool to have dinner with Hillary, we’ll get nowhere.
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Time Out New York Article
Hey guys, we appeared in this week's Time Out NY. Check it out:
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October 06, 2005
Michael's Mailbox: Sensitivity
I am a sensitive guy, didn't you know? And I am soooooooooooo very sorry that I offended John Stock with my blog post about Andy Tobias’s agonizingly boring speech the other night. His threat to boycott my products has me trembling in my designer thong, and with the strap of it riding up my ass crack, I fear for my status as a total top.
Much as I empathize with Mr. Stock’s sensitivity to Andy’s feelings, I must take exception to his having called my writings “aimless, prolix rantings.” Any moron reading my Tobias post can see that I had the specific aims of roasting Andrew for the boring speech he made me sit through, and ending the roast with a tip of the hat to Stonewall and its most excellent leader Bill Mattle. Perhaps Mr. Stock isn’t just any moron.
The truth is that my blog posts are meant to entertain. They are what we call “edgy.” I am neither writing a stock market report for The Financial Times of London nor repeating verbatim the Girl Scouts Honor Pledge. Nevertheless, upon reflection I have decided that these satirical roasts do not serve my best interests, because a heretofore loyal fan could teach me a fucking lesson by watching heterosexual porn for the rest of his life. For that reason, today I am going to sing the praises of Mother Theresa.
Few people realize that in her off hours, Mother Theresa was a swinging chick who loved down and dirty sex. Yet right after her exorcism in Calcutta (get the details here), Mother Theresa used her real-life experience to help with her acting in “The Devil Does Terry.” The scene where Terry takes it in all three of her holes at once, and all from the same 3-dicked devil, with his body athletically pumping away at her hungry, eager orifices, is a classic of world porn.
Then you can go to this site, to learn that „Mutter Theresa steht wie keine andere Person für tätige Nächstenliebe.“ In Bulgarian, or whatever language that is, that means „Mother Theresa gets her panties wet thinking about actively loving her neighbors.“ It was never distributed in America, but Terry made a film in India that would shock the living shit out of her pious fans worldwide who think she was devoted to a beatific, sexless existence. She helped the poor, that’s for sure; and at times, she helped by giving them the first thing they wanted once they got fed; raunch! The coyly titled “Thy Neighbor’s Sister” found Terry breaking new ground with her outrageous employment of mongooses and hooded cobras.
Do you doubt that Mommy Theresa said: “I once picked up a woman from a garbage dump”? Go here for proof. As a gay man, I salute Terry for her willingness to put herself out there in lesbian scenes, and to be sure, not the kind of lesbian scenes meant to turn straight guys on, oh no, the kind that get lesbians’ juices flowing when they see the resistless chemistry between two or more women having all-pussy sex because all-pussy sex is what they live for.
The scene with the Reagans was sensational!
Well, I hope that with my comments on Mother Theresa, all of my readers will understand exactly how seriously my entries are to be taken. This is entertainment. Don Rickles wasn’t known for his big hard throbbing cock, but he had a heart of stone. I, by contrast, am hard in all the right places.
And I'd love to finish this off with a little somethin' somethin' . . .
Brad Star of December's release: Auditions 6
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October 05, 2005
Tobias or Not Tobias?
Last week, I attended the Stonewall fund-raising dinner, held in Valentino’s mid-town Manhattan showrooms. Almost everything there was the epitome of fascinating beauty; the flower arrangements, the linens on the tables, the gourmet foods and the even more gourmet boys serving it all. As an added pleasure, Valentino showed us the dazzling Spring/Summer collections on a digital wide screen; I made a mental note to acquire a cream-silk, cotton-shantung tuxedo.
Now why did I say that almost everything at the dinner was the epitome of fascinating beauty? That can be answered in two words: Andrew Tobias.
Andy is the tricky-dicky who wrote “The Only Investment Guide You’ll Ever Need” and then went on to write two dozen more investment guides. You dig deep, deep, deep into his past, when the old man was in college, and you find he has a B.A. in Slavic Languages from Harvard. Dear readers; trust me. I’m Russian. I know. If this American-born nerd can’t properly organize a speech in English, how in the name of Count Leo Nikolaevich Tolstoy is he even going to ask where the bathrooms are in a Slavic language?
Andrew was seated across the table from me, chatting with James Dale, the ex-Boyscout leader who got the boot for being queer and took his case to the Supreme Court, which in turn booted him. James, by the way, in his career with the Boyscouts, was in the Order of the Arrow honor camping society. Wouldn’t that make a fabulous title for a porn flick? The Order Of The Arrow. The Scouts supported their case against James by pointing to “Scout law,” which requires scouts to be “clean in word and deed.” What the fuck are they talking about? Everybody knows that if you douche thoroughly before taking a dick in the ass, you’re going to be clean in deed. (Pic of James Dale at the dinner to the right) 
Watching Andrew Tobias use an enema would have been a lot more fun than listening to the rambling, pointless, wind-bagging speech he gave. Don’t ask me what he was wearing because it made no impression. Here you have a guy who describes his personal fortune as “vast,” attending an event in Valentino’s mid-town showroom dressed in a ‘quelconque’ suit. For those who don’t know, ‘quelconque’ is French for dweeby.
You realize you’re in trouble when a speech-giver says his speech is going to be short. And you know you’re in even bigger trouble when, in the middle of his speech which already is not short, he promises you that “this will all make sense in the end.” You maybe think it’s a coincidence that with Andrew Tobias as its Treasurer, the Democratic Party has suffered loss after loss after loss? There he was, in his quelconque suit, blah-blah-blahing about metaphysics and repeatedly promising that everything was going to make sense, which it never did. I remember surfacing from my daze of utter boredom to hear Andrew insisting on some whacko notion about transliterating the history of the universe into a distance, with every inch being equal to a million years, and how man is only one or two inches of that. If Andrew Tobias wants to talk about things that are only an inch or two, he should talk for himself.
During his speech, Andy strained to be funny; if anybody laughed, they laughed in the mean way an elementary school pupil laughs at the sight of a Down’s syndrome student drooling. One of the things I can’t bear in a Tobias speech is his appeal to the super-rich. “Even if you can only give five-hundred-thousand dollars” is a favorite tag line of his. Suppose somebody at one of these events only has $5,000 to give? Tobias is going to leave them feeling like a whore who gets sent down the fire-escape because some John’s wife just walked in the front door.
Neverthefuckingless, I will always support Stonewall, and salute Bill Mattle for the excellent job he is doing.
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October 04, 2005
A New Pic and a Little IMDB Action
Hey everyone, before posting today's pic, I'd like to mention that I'm on one of my favorite movie sites, IMDB. They have really great discussion boards of movies and actors. If you have something to say about me, our stars, or our movies- that's a really great place to say it.
Click here to see my IMDB page.
Click here to see the page for Dangerous Liaisons. You can also submit comments and reviews.
While on IMDB today, I also couldn't help but notice this story:
An Australian analysis of sex and drug use in the most profitable movies of the last 20 years listed by the Internet Movie Database indicates that only one, Pretty Woman, suggested condom use, according to the British Journal of the Royal Society of Medicine.
Well I'm not surprised. But I may note that all of Lucas Entertainment's movies feature safe sex. So someone is speaking out about how Hollywood should take responsibility for depicting safe sex in the movies. Well, ahem, sir, I do believe you'd be happy with a little thing called Straight to Prague . . . or perhaps Auditions 5? Perhaps we should have you take a look at all the Fire Islands, and of course, Dangerous Liaisons . . .
Now, today's new pic- just taken yesterday!
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October 03, 2005
The Lady Bunny And Her Furry Little Friends . . .
Recently in my mind’s eye I saw a rabbit-like image; rodent nose twitching and at the other end, little brown smelly poop pellets dropping out with impossible regularity. “The Lady Bunny!” I exclaimed, suddenly realizing that my reverie had in fact been a daymare.
Bunny of late has been quite the PETA Queen. Every time an animal dies, she gives another penny to the organization. Understand me; I am not in favor of de-beaking chickens and whatever the hell else KFC does wrong to get those birds into those buckets. But one person makes a pro-PETA comment on this post and I am going to torture an actual rabbit, by showing it videos of the Lady Bunny. On her official site, the alleged Lady boasts of having eyelashes long enough to embarrass even Tammy Faye Baker. Exactly.
Bunny is on record (in this fantastic video clip, CLICK HERE.) as saying that gerbils were her first sex toy. On the one hand, it’s easy to believe that gerbils were alone in agreeing to a mercy fuck of the Bunny. It’s anybody’s guess why the PETA Queen has such low regard for gerbils. In the past 110 years of her life, thousands of gerbils have died horrible shit deaths in Bunny’s loose rabbithole. Not a one of them was coprophilic (look it up). And do you think the Bunny douched for all those poor gerbils? No way! Fleet Enemas are over a dollar a piece and Bunny has to save for her makeup. There’s even been talk that in addition to gerbils, Bunny used mice, guinea pigs, squirrels and rats both white and black (at least she's not racist). I would wonder aloud if she’s ever tried a Yorkshire terrier, but I don’t want to give her any ideas. The one thing I choose not to believe is the widespread rumor that Bunny has sent garter snakes up her snatch; how could anybody have the heart to send a snake into so much slime?
I grant that as a PETA spokesrabbit, the Lady Bunny is consistent; she urges people to wear fake fur and she is herself 110% fake. I mean, you talk about hypocrisy; the PETA Queen has used up so much makeup in the past two days alone that there’s no way at least one of the products hadn’t been tested on animals. At that, you’ve got to hand it to Lady Bunbun; she offers her face for cosmetics testing to save animals the trouble. How do they test rouge on a mouse anyway? The answer certainly can not be found on Bunny’s product-plastered visage. Ask yourself; in a true, scientific test, would one cosmetic be applied on top of two dozen others? If they ever add the Lady Bunny to Mount Rushmore, Presidents Washington, Jefferson, Lincoln and Roosevelt are going to do a lot of sneezing. Meanwhile, you can click here to sign up for the Lady Bunny’s delightful monthly “She-Mail.”
(To see the full interview with Lady Bunny from Michael Lucas' Dangerous Liaisons, 
CLICK HERE)
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