Al

Yes, American Idol started up again last night. As they announced the changes (goodbye Simon!) I completely forgot about it until I read everyone's posts on twitter. Some folks were widly excited and others called the show "tired and old". In 2009 I spewed the snark at Idol (me and The Huffington Post), but its a new year, and I have vowed to not be so harsh towards fellow gays like Adam Lambert. For me personally, as you know, I don't care about this show, but many of you do. I should really watch it for it's pop culture glam and glitter, but I ended up watching the emotionally-charged and fabulously fucked-up film Savage Grace starring the absolutely stunning—even for a woman—Juliannne Moore and her brooding homosexual son Stephen Dilliane.

Anyway, I realized that HOMOPOP sponsored its very own "Idol"-like show back in the summer called Queer Idol where all of the usual suspects: Mike, Dwayne, Al and Nick Starr all got up in front of the audience and belted out their favorite tune.

(I know they are all going to kill me for posting this, but oh well. We hide no footage. It make take us 7 months to put it out though!)

I could write a verbose article about all of the antics and chaos that ensued in 2009, but that would just deter us all from watching the MASH-UP Video.

HAPPY HOMO NEW YEAR from HOMOPOP! Peace on Earth ya'll. Thank you to all of our loyal supporters for following us throughout the year. 2010 is already shaping up to be balls-out fabulous. Here's a sneak preview: Queer Idol (Dwayne and Al think they are on the show of American Idol with Adam Lambert), MORE of Matthew Montgomery and an exclusive interview with............... JANE LYNCH! And that's just in January.

Love ya. Mean it!

Judging from his special appearances on The Kids Choice Awards and Larry King Live alongside our second-favorite ginger, Kathy Griffin (Blu Kennedy holds the number one spot), Levi Johnston’s trying to make the most out of his fifteen minutes. And according to a recent interview with Bravo’s Andy Cohen, he’ll even consider nude modeling for the right price. Assuming Kathy Griffin paid at least five-hundred smackers to slake her thirst at Levi’s fountain of youth, any cash the young Alaskan can summon from here on out is just icing.

And the gay media is biting! Unzipped magazine, recent purveyor of a meatless Beau Breedlove spread, has reportedly made an offer that Levi might not refuse. This is a win-win situation, folks. For The Gays and The Womens, it means the chance to lay eyes upon the Moose-fed young jock’s hockey stick, and don’t even pretend like you’re not curious about it. For Levi, it means expensive laser tattoo removal is just the beginning. Depending on how well he parlays a nude magazine spread into bigger opportunities, like a feature film role or (fingers crossed) porn modeling, Levi could kick back and enjoy American Life the way is was intended, all mojitos and in-ground pools, while the icy, unforgiving tundra fades into dim memory -- just like the memory of a certain spotlight-grubbing almost-mother-in-law who will remain anonymous. Meanwhile, Levi’s actual mother would no doubt have some of the financial burden eased from her legal troubles, to say nothing of love-child Trip’s nascent college fund (and let’s actually say nothing about the kid, okay? He’s a boner-killer).

It’s the American Dream! Get famous for no reason, and stay famous through flashing some skin. It worked for Paris Hilton, and Levi, it can work for you. So, as Tim Gunn would say: Make it work! In the meantime, I’ve got my best tube sock on standby, trust.

Big. Huge. Gigantic. Jumbo.

These are just a handful of adjectives to describe the horse hung Latino studs from Still Cuckoo for Cocoa Cocks by little devils over at Latino Fan Club. Of course Al and Dwayne has a shitload to say so why have you read more when you can just see their brilliance. Al even poses as a bull!

Most of the time second helpings are more akin to sloppy seconds. Well, not this time guys. Our illustrious Al and Dwayne return to bring you up to speed on director Joe Gage's outdoor sextravaganza for TitanMen Mens Room III: Ozark Mtn. Exit 8 - which was so long we had to cut the review into two parts. Rest assured this part is just as tasty.

The boyz discuss the smoking-hot threeway between suited parole officers Damien Crosse and big dicked Tyler Saint who ravage "troubled youth" Jesse Santana, as well as touching on the outdoor circle jerk and Tober Brandt's beefy body and insane facial hair. There's plenty 'o talk about all the watersports that appear in the flick, too, so if you're feeling hot this outta cool you down. Or get you hotter than ever.

Click here for Part One of their review, in case you missed it. And after you're done watching, hopefully you'll have a little juice left in you to order the piss-drenched Director's Cut on DVD, or watch the pee-less retail version On-Demand. Now piss off!

Who doesn't love a good slasher film... or vigilante flick… or better yet zombies chowing down on some flesh? Well, Skull & Bones entwines all three genres into one in a wild ride through a small college town in New England. Al and Nick break it down in the simplest – yet crude – way possible for all of our enjoyment! Beefy jocks and sarcastic frat boy cocks with tight asses (even tighter than the Endurance Jack Ass) being penetrated by things that you might never have thought of before... or maybe you have and you’re ashamed to admit it. Don’t worry; we don’t judge here.

Anyway, Nathan and Justin are just plain tired of being picked on by these frat cats so they decide to take matters into their own hands - and dicks - and seek revenge on the sleepy college town. They kidnap a bunch of dudes one by one and show them who's boss by raping, pillaging and eventually murdering each and every one. Talk about a fun weekend! So our homo-advice to you is just remember, when a white van pulls up and some cute dude offers you a sip of vodka, you might want to take a swig outside of the van instead of climbing aboard right away. Or just be like Nick and bring your own brown bag where every you go!

With everything going on last week - Perez getting beat up by some jerky from The Black Eye Peas and his retarded video response, then Farrah AND MJ dying - we sort of forgot to post this c-r-a-z-y review of the independent feature Donkey Punch. Al plows through the horror film description while Nick Starr keeps drinking vodka first out of his rooster cup and then straight out of a paper bag. Why did we review this film you ask - well there's tons of pickle and ass shots to make any gay boy happy he's alive. So what the hell does this all mean? Stop asking questions and check it out....

What do you do when you have over 3 hours of hot, beefy, sweaty man sex in the Ozark Mountains? Well, we certainly gave Dwayne and Al a huge task (and I don't mean Alex Baresi's giant cannon of a cock) when we gave them Mens Room III: Ozark Mtn. Exit 8. This fantastic Joe Gage film (I love that this classic director is STILL making great porn that ALWAYS gets you off) is packed with loads of blowjobs, circle jerks, pissing competitions and of course a buttload of ass-pounding pleasure.

Al and Dwayne go into so much great detail that we had to cut up our review in to 2 segments! You can see the 2nd installment next week, but until then... find out who is the favorite man-fucker of our boys.

In a perfect world what celebrity would you want to suggle forever with in eternal bliss, deviously murder in a back alley, or fornicate till the wee hours? Well, we surprised Dwayne in his screen test as Al makes him our first victim of the new series FUCK, MARRY, KILL. I have to admit, I was a little shocked at the Dwayne's choices - Matt Damon, Mario Lopez and Alec Baldwin? You can see why we scooped him up immediately for HOMOPOP.com besides his ripped bod.

During my daily efforts to be less stupid, I stumbled upon one Bobster855's Flickr, and subsequently this video clip. Excerpted from Jiveroo, a 1940s "Soundie" movie, it features some neat old-fangled doo-bee-wah music, dancing girls in matching outfits, and --- hello! -- one fantastically limber gentleman by the name of Harry Day, who steals the show with a gregarious dexterity that would make our own beloved Hugh Jackman return his adamantium tap shoes and take up smelting.

And all that song and dance, the joie di giorno of it all, it got me thinking about musical theater. Bear with. Once upon a time, your editor arrived in New York City at the tender age of 18, fresh from the drama club, and like Corky St. Clair before him armed with little more than "a dance belt and a tube of chapstick" as he pursued a career on the stage. And even though that particular Broadway dream turned to dust (I blame Prince), ol' Al harbors to this day an unabashed enthusiasm for the child of vaudeville.