Anthony Weiner...resigns post! The "package" wrapper was his un-doing!

A man's tie says it all subliminally!
 

Yesterday afternoon, Anthony Weiner stood at the podium at a noisy press conference (where angry upstarts in the unruly gallery below the floodlights shouted out obscenities at the beleaugered politician caught with his pants down) and informed frenzied members of the press that he was resigning his post as Congressman for the 9th District of New York.

A cheer when up in the crowd!

At this juncture, though, a sad "sick" chapter of Weiner's professional and personal life came to a sorry close on a sour note.

In spite of that moment of closure, folks are still shaking their heads in total disbelief, today.

Did the high-profile Government official actually thinkFacebook) without getting his dick caught in the wringer?

As one pundit astutely notely:

"Weiner had a death wish, obviously."

Of course, there were other glaring missteps which hastened his shocking demise.

Fashionistas have been babbling about the obvious for days!

For example, in one of the e-mails that was offered up at a News Conference to establish evidence of Weiner's wrongdoing, it was pointed out that the horndog actually lamented to one gal pal that his "package" wasn't getting the respect that it deserved.

Well, if that was the case, it was Weiner's own fault from the very get-go!

I dare say.

After all, those dreary grey boxers Weiner donned for his first incident of sexual hijinks were - not only an  unsightly eyesore in respect to style - but also sadly lacking in the tightie-whities erotica department as well (especially when it comes to the oh-so-touchy art of sexual foreplay).

For starters, any underwear that "flattens out" the "junk" - or rides-up unflatteringly at the crotch is a definite no-no.

In a nutshell?

Weiner should have modelled a few sexy underthings first in front of a full-length mirror (rehearsed a few sexy poses, too) before snapping and zipping off those pedestrian publicity stills which left a lot to be desired in respect to arousal potential.

With that in mind, here's a selection of sexy underthings sure to "blow" their load next, time!

Let me know how 'ya make out Anthony, eh?

http://www.thetattler.biz

Cocksox...20 % off sexy male underwear through July 18th!

In a tribute to the World Cup competition, the dudes at Bad Boy are offering up a scintillating sale on arousing well-designed hot! body-fitting snug underwear!

Cruise over to their  TRIBUTE GALLERY and make a sexy selection before the sale ends tomorrow night (July 18th) at midnight.

20 % off!

Fashion for the confident daring male stud!

Info: http://cocksox.com/

http://www.julianayrs.com

Burlesque Hall of Fame...Vegas 20th Anniversary @ Plaza Hotel!

The Plaza Hotel is playing host to the 20th Anniversary of the Burlesque Hall of Fame.

Until Sunday, fans of the art of erotic dance and posing, will have the golden opportunity to mix and mingle with stage stars Kalani Kokonuts, Immodesty Blaize, and Dirty Martini.

What handles, eh?

Uh-huh!

These grand old dames of flesh-pot-fame have a lot of lap-dance mileage on ‘em, too!

The bump and grind artists are sure to attract quite a few fans and curiosity seekers on the heels of the grand opening celebration which got underway earlier today at the Burlesque Hall of Fame Museum at the Emergency Arts Building at 520 East Freemont Street (downtown Vegas).

The weekend includes a Striptease Reunion (53rd Annual event) where up-and-coming performers can learn tricks of the trade from surviving superstars of the 1940s, ‘50s,  and ‘60s.

“The living legends love to be there with all the wonderful girls who come from all over the world to celebrate an American tradition,” fluttered curator Dixie Evans (a former dancer widely-known as “The Marilyn Monroe of Burlesque” by legendary promoter Harold Minsky).

“Burlesque is much more than striptease, it combines the whole live experience of dancers, comedians and music.”

See ‘ya there!

http://www.thetattler.biz/

John Stamos...sexual addiction? TMZ getting warm...

Folks who tune in to TMZ are familiar with their sly modus operandi when it comes to celebrity scoops.

Harvey's young cubs usually stake out territory at one of the trendy bistros in West Hollywood, or the airport, then hunker down and wait for the golden opportunity to catch a celebrity on the fly in an embarrassing moment.

Usually, the ambush technique works.

If not, a full-frontal attack may net results, too.

More often-than-not, the snoops on the look-out for a scoop, will hurl a piece of bait - then pray - that it will land a morsel of juicy gossip.

In the case of a John Stamos, an opportunity slipped through their fingers, though.

For example, when one of the reporters from TMZ spied John heading in his direction on the street, he nonchalantly uttered up an observation.

"John, you're a handsome guy. How come you don't have a sexual addiction?"

An odd expression spread over his face before he shrugged and move on down the gauntlet.

That reaction should have been the tip off!

The truth of the matter?

Years ago, a male acquaintance confided in me - that one evening when he was out for a stroll in Hollywood - Stamos drove by and cruised him!

Before you could say - "easy pick up" - he was romping hot 'n heavy between the sheets with the sexy sitcom star.

Apparently, Stamos has an insatiable appetite for sex with studly males.

Unlike losers like Jesse James, the pretty boy actor is intelligent (and discreet) enough to keep his di** from getting caught in the wringer, fortunately.

And now for the big question.

Is Stamos a top or a bottom?

News at 11!

http://www.thetattler.biz

 

Porn...Webmaster names site Julian Ayrs to rustle up traffic!

Yesterday, I was quite startled to come across a link with reference to me, while I was conducting a search of my name at GOOGLE to locate some client information.

Although the caption appeared to refer to a post from several months ago, there was a bit of "gobbly-gook" in the caption feed that didn't make any sense.

So, naturally, I clicked on the link to check it out.

The screen went black, my name (Julian Ayrs) scrolled up in the center, then the words "LOADING" signalled a countdown of some sort was underway.

Suddenly, about six panels of raunchy "PORN", splashed onto the screen!

For the most part, there were a lot of in-your-face close-up shots of pu**y, nubile displays of tender a**, and - of course - titillating images of lusty naked gals giving head to hunky dudes with humongous co**s.

Whoa Nellie!

Someone went to considerable time and expense to throw together the site.

An homage to me? A silly prank, perhaps?

No.

It dawned on me this morning that the Webmaster for the porn site must have been trying to capitalize on my successful blog (which is fed daily to popular blog sites like Zimbio, Technorati, and Wordpress).

Because so many people have been searchng for my blog - or specific posts - in recent weeks, it must have occurred to an enterprising individual that a site with my name, with an appropriate tag, would show up in a "Google" search.

By including my name in the "entry", the person no doubt anticipated that Internet surfers - seeking my blog posts - might click on their link by mistake.

And, in the final analysis, they might succeed in rustling up some new clients, sales, whatever!

Well, I'm flattered by all the attention!

Unfortunately, PORN is not my thing.

Sure, I’ve been in the shower at the gym on a few occasions when a couple of guys have approached me to do adult films.

While I believe that a person should show off their best assets, I have always followed the old axiom that you should never do anything you wouldn’t want your mother to see!

And, as I've always said, I'd rather partake in the lascivious acts, then watch someone else erotically perform 'em on screen.

As Robertson Davies once said,

Pornography is rather like trying to find out about a Beethoven symphony by having somebody tell you about it and perhaps hum a few bars.

David Beckham...disc jockeys in awe of crotch in underwear ads!

I felt like I was in some backwater town when I was cruising along Paradise Road and by chance flipped on a local radio station.

A couple of talkative disc jockeys were chatting each other up over David Beckham's scintillating billboard ads sprouting up around the Nation.

I posted an item on that months ago. Old news, isn't it? Gee, news travels at a snail's pace in Sin City, I guess.

One disc spinner noted that the risque blurbs of Becks in tight undies caused quite a commotion in San Francisco. And - I got the distinct impression that he was afraid that the mere mention of the gay mecca by the bay - might turn his sexual persuasion the other way. Or, at least make his own preference suspect.

"That underwear thing is - uh - big up there," he noted with a suspiciously fake masculine tone to his voice.

"Is it a Calvin Klein ad," the other host queried.

Duh!

Well, it was pretty obvious the other guy was hetero, all the way.

Any self-respecting gay man would know that the splashy sexy ads are for Menswear Designer, Emporio Armani.

"The thing about this underwear - um - is that it makes your business look big."

Ah, this is the one occasion I regretted there was no visual image to match up with the dialogue. Did he actually utter that comment with a - er - straight face?

Business? Are they in the dark ages in Vegas?

Heh dudes, it's okay to say package, Johnson, crotch - whatever.

In fact, no one in the range of your air waves is going to cringe, I expect. After all, this is the land of the scantily-clad bodacious babe and "thunder" from down under!

Well, maybe a bit of locker-room chat will give a handful of horny listeners a swelled - um - head. Don't know about you dudes, but suggestive words can be a naughty thrill to some if they're emoted just right.

"And, he looks humongous," the jock continued.

Ah, the dude has obviously been taking a serious gander at those shots, eh?

I am surprised they didn't wonder aloud if Becks was uncircumcised - the soccer stud being a Brit - and all.

Maybe, the Armani folks will bring out the uncut version at a later date, do 'ya think?

"Well, he's no Mario Lopez for sure," the observant (!) dude chuckled before moving on to the next tidbit of gossip.

Mario who?

The long and short of it? Obviously, Becks gets a kick out of the titillation and thrills.

Check out the impromptu snap below taken recently on a downtown Hotel balcony.

Wonder who's on the end of his scope?

I'm betting it's not Posh, that's for sure!

David Beckham...sexy underwear ad, what does it mean? Emporio Armani!

When he appeared on Jay Leno's show, David Beckham chuckled that after his new underwear ad appeared full throttle in the media, his Mother knocked him up (English term for calling someone on the telephone, dudes!) and exclaimed somewhat incredulously,

"Whatever were you thinking?"

I'd like to know, too. The ad is a curiosity, to say the least.

I mean, why the heck is he in a prone position in bed with his pants pulled down, with sheets turned wide aside, staring at the crotch of his skivvies?

Did he pass out the night before, drunk as a skunk? Now, come dawn, is he slippin' them off to relax in his comfy bed?

But, that scenario doesn't make sense. After all, he's staring at his crotch, isn't he?

Well, maybe he's into himself, a tad. Perchance, the sight of the bulge in his undies will get the lad aroused, so he can facilitate the nasty deed? You know, whack it a little, 'til Posh breezes in from a shopping spree?

In another still from the series, Becks is turned to camera.

Ah now, the package looks more inviting - chock full - if you know what I mean.

I wonder if he had a fluffer on the photo shoot.

Curiously, in a World Entertainment news article recently, film producer Judd Apatow made a startling revelation about male genitalia,

"America fears the penis, and that's something I'm going to help them get over."

Apatow wants to feature more male frontal nudity in movies, for instance, to overcome the stigma.

Maybe, David Beckham will rise to the occasion, too.

I mean, how long are you gonna tease us with come hither looks, Becks, before 'ya whip it out?

Do tell!