I’m interested in what we define as beauty, when we choose to create it ourselves.

Beauty has always been a currency, and now that we finally have the technological means to mint our own, what choices do we make?

Is beauty informed by contemporary culture? By history? Or is it defined by the surgeon’s hand? Can we identify physical trends that vary from decade to decade, or is beauty timeless?

When we re-make ourselves, are we revealing our true character, or are we stripping away our very identity?

Perhaps we are creating a new kind of beauty. An amalgam of surgery, art, and popular culture? And if so, are the results the vanguard of human induced evolution

Sexy maids are taking on a whole new look beyond white lace, short skirts and the feather duster. A growing all-male maid service offers cleaning services by buff men wearing nothing but a jockstrap (or less).

The JockStrap Maid Service is available across the United States and claims that they’ve “got it covered.” According to the CBS video below, the men from JockStrap have turned to cleaning as a means of earning extra cash during difficult economic times.

However, a quick peek at their website suggests that they may offer more than just cleaning services. Kane, a maid from Phoenix, makes references to a rub down and another maid who calls himself the Italian Stallion from Fort Lauderdale claims he offers “an expert massage that will delight and invigorate you.”...

PLAYBOY: At this point, what’s your ideal relationship?

MAYER: Here’s what I really want to do at 32: fuck a girl and then, as she’s sleeping in bed, make breakfast for her. So she’s like, “What? You gave me five vaginal orgasms last night, and you’re making me a spinach omelet? You are the shit!” So she says, “I love this guy.” I say, “I love this girl loving me.” And then we have a problem. Because that entails instant relationship. I’m already playing house. And when I lose interest she’s going to say, “Why would you do that if you didn’t want to stick with me?”

PLAYBOY: Why do you do it?

MAYER: Because I want to show her I’m not like every other guy. Because I hate other men. When I’m fucking you, I’m trying to fuck every man who’s ever fucked you, but in his ass, so you’ll say “No one’s ever done that to me in bed.”

PLAYBOY: Do you do something different in bed than other guys?

MAYER: It’s all about geometry. I’m sort of a scientist; it’s about being obtuse with an angle. It’s sort of this weird up-and-over thing. You gotta think “up and over.”....

Inserting a finger, I am now in complete bliss. Feeling the pleasure of self-touch, my clit is at attention. I close my eyes and lay flat, just enjoying the sensations as he watches, silently, from between my legs. I am getting close to orgasm now. The heat from my pussy is amazing. My legs are spread and I use my left hand to spread myself open and touch my clit with fast, circular motions.

“I love to watch you touch that pussy. Cum for me and I will fuck you,” comes a hushed whisper.

With just those words, I begin to thrust 2 fingers into my wet and waiting cunt and the orgasm rips over me. I feel his hands, lips and mouth on me. Opening my legs back far and wide he drinks in the cum that is oozing freeling from my pussy. I am in a complete state of happiness and fantasy; he brings me expertly to more orgasms – my pussy tight with contraction and his fingers searching the inner reaches for my g-spot!...

Varla and I shot a few years ago for my book "Bad Girls Hotel". I hadn't seen her since then, but she was such an awesome model I was thinking bout her lately and thought we should shoot again. I took these a couple of weeks ago in Queens at one of my super secret locations called the Queens Motor Inn (don't tell anyone).

Pat Robertson once said,
"It's a long downward slide
That'll lead to legalizing sex with ducks
If two men can stand side by side"

God, I hope he's right
'Cause if gay marriage becomes lawful
Gonna find myself a duck
And legally do
Something awful (awful, awful)

Ducks, sex with ducks
We'll do it in the rain
Ducks, yeah, ducks
Got those wet feet on my brain
We'll find a pond, we'll find a puddle
Put your beak in mine and we'll cuddle
It's a feeling I can't name...