I once melted off various chunks of my hair because I wanted to have white stripes in it and was chatting with a friend while leaving 40 volume bleach in my hair extra-long. Parts of my hair were literally reduced to mush. Fortunately, I have thick hair to begin with and I was wearing it in stripes anyway, so it didn’t look as disturbing as it might have otherwise.

My best friend in ninth grade had naturally platinum blonde hair and I saw Heavy Metal that same year. Seeing white-tressed Tarna chopping off heads in her leather underwear was a formative moment for me. Whenever there is a real albino in a movie with humans (as opposed to cartoons), they often end up being a villain. I think the whole lack of pigment thing strikes some people in a primal off-kilter way which makes them associate it with danger.

Punk rock hairstyles are partially based on trying to evoke this response in others. I know, I know, you have a blue mohawk solely because you like how it looks, and you totally hate it when anyone stares at you in the street or when you frighten annoying passers-by or when anyone thinks it is sexy.

Maybe I wouldn’t have a thing for dangerously sexy if I hadn’t seen Heavy Metal when I did. But, not a lot of English language movies came to the theater in the country I was living in at the time, so I was going to go see whatever came through, whether it was an old movie or R-rated or even if it was a wretched doomed romance movie. I suppose, given that I still hate doomed love flicks, and I saw those at the same formative age, perhaps Heavy Metal is not wholly to blame/credit for my adult tastes.

So I admit that I watched and enjoyed the first season of America’s Next Top Model where the cool sorta rivethead chick with the good work ethic won. I stopped watching ANTM some time during the second season when I suddenly realized that Tyra Banks was appallingly egocentric, sadistic, and disingenuous and wasn’t really trying to select a top model at all. How this took me until the second season I do not know. Maybe it is something about Tyra Banks. Many years ago, when Trya Banks was a big deal model but not yet a brand, a sibling of mine scouted her for his modeling agency while she was on a date with John Singleton. Without noticing that she was, ya know, already a model.

So ANTM has apparently made it to its thirteenth season now or “cycle 13″. I guess they do more than one season a year. Part of each season includes an episode where Tyra dominates the wannabes by forcing them to get disturbing makeovers they have no say in. A lot of people (well, a portion of the people who don’t have pay cable and thus watch The CW) are all in a tizzy because Tyra Banks had three of the contestants this year get bleached kind of albino, eyebrows included.

Now I think albino features are seriously hot, but why is Tyra Banks suddenly all about albinism? A couple of models currently making a splash include Shaun Ross and Diandra Forrest, both from the Bronx. If Shaun Ross and Diandra Forrest were from Tanzania, however, their lives would be much less fabulous. Albinos in Tanzania have been being hunted. Tanzanians have been systematically murdering albinos and chopping off their body parts to harvest for supposed medicinal or magical properties or maybe for fun. These sorts of creepy things are difficult to parse when they happen in an alien culture. I think of Tanzania as a happy place with interesting animals because my grandparents lived there when my grandfather was helping Tanzania learn to utilize their leather resources. (Yes, leather, the apple doesn’t fall that far from the tree.) But I guess it has its downside. Ugh. Anyway, the Tanzanian government announced this week that it will be getting tough on albino killers and hanging some soon. Hopefully that is a deterrent. Positive Exposure is an organization working to help the victims of albinism discrimination in Africa.

Anyway, I think white hair looks lot. And soon it may even be sort of in. I would prefer, however, that fashions I like come into style because of factors other than genocidal events. But that’s just me.

I feel like I know a surprisingly large number of people who claim to be afraid of clowns. I think some folks I know only get uneasy if they go to the circus or something and some get full-on nightmares about being chased by axe-wielding harlequins or crushed to death in a small fuel-efficient vehicle with too many clowns inside. Coulrophobia is the technical term for extreme fear of clowns (in case you were looking for a vocab word of the day.)

Of course, by corollary, if there is something which makes some people crazy, I will also know people who love that thing largely because of the maddening impact on others. So I know a surprisingly large number of people who claim to be turned on by clowns. The extremely fabulous sex educator Dr. Ducky DooLittle even has a Knockers the Clown performance art character she does and I admit just last week I came across film proving I once bought a cake for the sole purpose of seeing Ducky stick her ass in it (a la pudding on MTV’s The State.) Entertaining though Ducky’s performances all are, I can’t say I am kinked for clowns.

People often take their children to circuses where there are clowns or invite clowns to perform at kids’ parties. Sad clown makeup used to trouble me, but it did not frighten me. I never found clowns remotely funny or scary as a child. I was going to say most physical humor misses me, but I find comedians like Steve Martin and Chevy Chase hilarious and there is a certain amount of physicality to what they do. So I guess I am just kind of unmoved by clowns specifically.

So I was looking at this half naked photo series of model Apnea for Apneatic and Deviant Nation which featured clown makeup and balloons and other tropes of soubrette clowning and it brought the vital question to mind: Are clowns scary or sexy or are they sexy because they are scary?

I know that, with Twilight and True Blood and Being Human and the onward march of more and more sexy vampires, nonconformists are hoping for a different monster to idealize. It is always vaguely uncomfortable when the supposedly appalling, unique, and individualistic thing you are into becomes commonplace. For a while, those who loved monsters but did not want to jump on the vampire bandwagon made do with werewolves. The thing is that werewolves represent rage, not sexual rage, just mad-as-hell out-of-control blind rage. And that is ultimately not that hot for most people. Although I confess to having had one or two stories published where I did write some werewolf sex or romance in there, in my defense, one was written on assignment and one was written partly to match accompanying illustrations already selected. At any rate, werewolves just plain don’t have the sexual magnetism of vampires and werewolf costumes are really difficult as heck to put together.

Zombie costumes, on the other hand, are pretty easy to put together. You just need to look decaying and injured and you can even make a sexy zombie costume by distressing your zombie wardrobe. A costume which is easy to do is good for group activities. Getting a bunch of people to dress up as monsters and go out on the town together is fun. Fewer people have sort of cannon ideas of what a zombie must be, as opposed to what a vampire or werewolf must be, so there is more freedom in costuming for zombie parties. But zombies are still ultimately kind of leprosy monsters. You and fifty comrades chanting “brains, brains, brains” in your torn underwear in a public place is awesome. But the actual zombie concept of a shambling stupid corpse with parts falling off is not so hot, Julie notwithstanding. And, although I forget which company it was, one of the big media corporate giants ran a zombie walk at Comic Con last weekend. So, after co-option, nobody really tends to get individuality points for being into zombies over vamps any more.

So I was looking at this half naked photo series by Ivan Hidalgo which featured sexy zombies and it brought the vital question to mind: Are zombies sexy or do they just make for good costumes?

Blue Blood hottie April Flores is on the cover of the new issue of Bizarre. This is her second time gracing the cover of Bizarre. Only a few women, such as Masuimi Max, Bianca Beauchamp, and Aria Giovanni have been on the cover of Bizarre more than once, so April Flores is in a pretty exclusive club there.

Last month, you saw the video of the Topco April Flores Toy art show curated by Carlos Batts.

Photographer Martin Perreault shot this April Flores Bizarre cover as well.

April Flores is also starting work on designing a plus size sexy clothing line. She always has something going on.

Congrats to April Flores for making the cover of Bizarre yet again. Blue Blood girls are covergirls.

Please check out my pal sexy Evelyne Bennu talking about the benefits of good food. The video is only twenty-three seconds and well worth the time. Thanks, everyone.

How do you feel about organic food and products?

Whenever I travel, I think about buying real estate wherever I am. I live in Los Angeles. I love my Hollywood neighborhood. Due to the peculiarities of the housing market, there are two houses on my block which have been for sale for over a year. I’d be pleased to own either one of them, but they both list at more than a mil, despite the fact that clearly nobody is rushing to pay that for either of them. So I rent. Even if I had a million and a half dollars to drop on real estate, which alas I currently do not, I wouldn’t spend it on something unlikely to appreciate and unlikely to sell for what I paid for it. This sort of thing causes me to drool at the costs for houses in Portland and even shopping malls in Baltimore. I travel and I think I could just write a check for a house in many cities yet I despair of ever buying one in Los Angeles.

But then something like Hunky Santa rolls around and reminds me why I can never leave La-La-Land. For the last half dozen years, my favorite local mall, the Beverly Center in Beverly Hills, has featured a Hunky Santa. (I probably spend more at South Coast Plaza where I get my hair cut, but that is in another county and thus does not count as local.) This year, Hunky Santa has been getting a frantic flurry of attention, way above and beyond prior years, because they cast Eli Wilhide as Hunky Santa and he is remarkably perfect for the role, in both appearance and personality presentation. According to All Things Christmas, in order to play the sexy son of Old Saint Nick, one had to best 350 other applicants for the job of Hunky Santa. Eli Wilhide brings his experience as an Anthony Robbins motivational speaker or Peak Performance Strategist to the role of Hunky Santa. Eli Wilhide certainly works at that peak performance thang, as evidenced by his diet and workout tips for the LA Times and of course the results of his regimen.

As Xmas approaches, during the week and early in the day, the Beverly Center features Classic Santa and then, on weekends later in the day, Hunky Santa and the Candy Cane girls do hourly performances thereafter. A lot of people show up for this hourly act and some dress up their dogs or children in red ribbons or Santa hats to get into the holiday spirit for the occasion. There are two huge red silks hung down multiple floors of the mall for female acrobatic Candy Cane girls to contort on. The shows also feature those dances where the chick waves the ribbon around and does impressive flexible moves, like they had during the Olympics. I admit that, here at Blue Blood Global Secret HQ, we did refer to the ribbon event as the Stripper Olympics, but I digress. The Candy Cane girls also included a particularly awesome and effervescent stilt-walker.

After each show, both Hunky Santa and the Candy Cane girls move through the considerable audience making people feel holiday cheer and just radiating a certain pleasant warmth. I think that kind of intense close-up attention would make me hyperventilate with social anxiety after a few days, but I was extremely impressed with how welcome and joyous Hunky Santa and the Candy Cane Girls were able to make shoppers feel. They really brought an upbeat vibe to an otherwise less-than-cheery holiday shopping crowd.

So I will always love that Los Angeles is the kind of place where they would be able to cast the perfect Hunky Santa and have incredibly talented Candy Cane Girls. Just for weekend performances at the mall.

Happy Repeal of Prohibition Day! So a Dewar’s ad pointed out to me that we should all celebrate the Repeal of Prohibition on December 5. I thought to myself that that was a great idea, but wondered if it would catch on. On December 2nd, Fleshbot did a feature on December holidays which included a New Years photo Forrest Black and I shot of Miss Bunny and which also put “December 5: Repeal Day: The 21st Amendment ends Prohibition” in their sexy calendar.

I got drunk for the first time at the Baptist Mission in Israel. Yes, the Baptists send missionaries to the Holy Land and so does everyone else. And my friend Elisabeth Bjerreaugaard-Pederson (who I would love to find me via Google) and I thought some of the missionaries’ kids were hot and so we drank with them, having no idea what we were doing. I got my real drinking merit badge drinking with Marines in Germany at age sweet sixteen. Blue Blood is sweet sixteen now, but Blue Blood has a curfew. Unlike sixteen-year-old me. To be honest, I’m a fan of water and, although I enjoy going drinking very occasionally, I feel the most important thing about today’s holiday is the celebration of freedom. I just don’t like being told what to do in my personal life and the Repeal of Prohibition was a win for personal liberty.

I thought it would be fun to celebrate the day with (besides drinking of course) some free sexy barroom photos Forrest Black and I shot of Rachel Face. I seem to have spent a lot of time in bars with Rachel, sometimes shooting and other times drinking. One of the things I enjoy about her is that she always comes up with fun bars to shoot in or go to.

Blue Blood has been working with Rachel Face since 2001/2002 or thereabouts, but the most recent sets shot in 2008, were at a Portland gin joint called Plan B. Plan B is pretty much awesome incarnate. It is owned by punk bass player Jeff Truhn of Straitjacket fame and it has the best bacon dogs on the West Coast, maybe the best bacon dogs anywhere. The actual bar in the bar has all sorts of collectible records inset along its glossy surface. Apparently this was the hard lemonade made from a hard lemon of a breakup with the sort of punk rock girl who scratches all your favorite records on her way out the door. With today’s update, there are now 11 sets of Rachel Face available on BlueBlood.com in their entirety.

A bit of history for the history buffs not already viewing Rachel Face in the buff. (Sorry, I loathe puns . . . except for sex puns. We all have our foibles.) On December 5 in 1933, Americans got back the right to legally sell and drink alcohol. During the period from January 16, 1920 to that date, some of the saloon culture, the so-called drys were up in arms about, did decline. Drys was the slang of the time for teetotalers, axe-wielding beer barrel smashers, and other temperance advocates. Strangely there was (and purportedly still is) a Prohibition Party, so the temperance movement could run candidates likely to oppose the sale and consumption of demon rum, alcohol, booze, intoxicants, alky, canned heat, cocktails, drinky-poos, firewater, beer, hard stuff, hootch, moonshine, whiskey, rotgut, sauce, spirits, tipples, tequila, hot juice, that sort of thing.

In all fairness to the drys, there had been more saloons than the population needed and the law of supply and demand forced saloon-keepers to maintain sidelines in girls, gambling, and other mind-altering substances. Not that the more profitable early saloons did not also feature such things, but there was a feeling in America than the problems were getting worse by 1919. At the same time, during Prohibition, more traditional drunkard customs were replaced by the world of the speakeasy. Speakeasies tended to draw previously respectable types into a more criminal and more sexually open environment. And of course Prohibition made a lot of wealth move around, most notably out of the government’s pockets and into a few bootlegging families everlasting fortunes.

So have a drink today to celebrate freedom of vice and pursuing happiness and making money the American way.

Given the huge ad campaign HBO’s True Blood ran just about everywhere, including this site, you have probably heard that there is a new vampire show of some sort on cable television. I actually had planned to do a feature article about the brilliant ad campaign for the show, but it was one of those times when pesky life gets in the way of writing. True Blood had some damn sexy billboards, posters, and bus adverts and, of course, banners on targeted sites like Blue Blood, and some sort of sweepstakes. The show takes place in a world where vampires have “come out of the coffin” and are looking for equal rights, opposed by the expected fundamentalists, and assisted by a mysterious Japanese company which has produced a synthetic blood substitute called Tru Blood. We’ve actually still got some great background videos explaining the setting of True Blood which I’ll see about posting after the hectic rush of Halloween is past.

But the really cool thing about True Blood is that the storylines are character-driven, the themes are righteous, the sex is in-your-face varied, and the lighting and cinematography are really beautiful. The series was developed by Alan Ball, award-winning writer of American Beauty and creator of Six Feet Under, based on the Charlaine Harris Southern Vampire Mysteries. The sort of focus character is the telepathic Sookie Stackhouse played by a perky yet strong Anna Paquin, the Oscar-winner best known to dorkdom for her recurring role as Rogue in the X-Men movies. Her character would probably come across as more feisty if not for her balls-to-the-wall best friend Tara Thornton, played by powerful newcomer Rutina Wesley. I don’t know where they found Rutina Wesley, but I love everything from the way her arms are just a little butch to the way she embodies the character cussing everyone out, both when needed and when not needed. Brother Jason Stackhouse is played by Ryan Kwanten. Sookie’s romantic leading man is played by Stephen Moyer. I normally wouldn’t mention someone’s personal life, but, whether it is out there for PR or privacy invasion, the gossip blogs are abuzz with reports that Stephen Moyer and Anna Paquin are real life lovers, which may account for their incredible smoking hot on-screen chemistry for Sookie and Bill the vampire. In theory, I guess the audience is supposed to wonder whether Sookie will end up with Sam Merlotte, the owner of Merlotte’s the bar where she waitresses. Some people in the fictional Louisiana town Merlotte’s is in might find the guy suspect because he is from elsewhere and has a hint of the supernatural about him. Maybe part of the reason I personally instinctively don’t like the character is that the only other thing I ever saw the actor Sam Trammell, who plays Sam Merlotte, do on camera was get murdered by serial killer Dexter Morgan on Showtime’s Dexter. But really I’m bugged by someone’s boss at their regular all-the-time job hitting on them aggressively. I know they may not enforce anti sexual harassment laws that well in the South, but, ew, so not hot. The characters who inhabit True Blood’s Bon Temps are plentiful, deepy realized, and very interconnected, so I won’t list every single one, but there are two hot boys I can’t go without mentioning. The first is camboy/hooker/drug dealer/short order cook Lafayette Reynolds, played with gusto by Nelsan Ellis who hadn’t been in a whole lot of things before, but is jump-off-the-screen charismatic in this show. The second is Viking/nightclub impresario vampire Eric Northman, played by Alexander Skarsgård, fresh off his textured starring role on HBO’s Generation Kill.

I realize that a high percentage of the Blue Blood audience has been watching True Blood all along, what with the whole vampires, sex, kink, gothic punk, clubland and bar nightlife, and both disenfranchised and entitled weirdos thing in common. But, if you haven’t treated yourself yet, all previously-aired episodes are now available via On Demand. Incidentally, True Blood showcases a variety of different moods and types of sexuality, manages to shoot each sex scene a bit different from the last, makes the sexuality feel consistent with what each specific character would be into, and is so hot that even a professional can’t tell whether some of the actors are actually having full-on real sex or not. When the acting and styling is that good, the point of insertion is just a footnote in my opinion. So, uhm, yeah, True Blood is pretty much my favorite new show this year.

This week, True Blood kicked it up another notch with a guest starring turn from Stephen Root, of Office Space fame, playing the lonely dork vampire who lives for Monday nights when he watches Heroes and then trades his blood for hot gay hooker sex with Lafayette. Plenty more grisly human nature ensues and let’s just say we definitely can’t wait until next week to see what happens to his stapler.

Last week, superstar Dita Von Teese launched her Wonderbra special glamour collection. There was some scuttlebutt that her supposedly scandalous past was going to somehow mess up the deal. Personally, given that Dita Von Teese first became famous for her unique sexiness, I think the rumors that she might lose the Wonderbra campaign over it were either astroturf or more likely haters. Yes, that’s right, a beautiful woman who creates and really embodies her own individual style can go as naked and as naughty and as fetish as she likes and still have the world revolve around her. Dita Von Teese is simply a combination of someone who was special to begin with and also was willing to plan and work really really hard. Kudos to her. The video above has some info on the Sexy Science by Dita launch and the video below has the smashingly hot and fun commercial for the lingerie line. I haven’t tried any of it on yet, but I’ll keep y’all posted.

Season 6 of Ultimate Surrender just started, hot on the heels of this month’s Summer Vengeance Championship bout between ex-Marine Dia Zerva and sexy tattooed Syd Blakovich aka The Hungarian Nightmare. I guess I should back up a bit and explain what exactly Ultimate Surrender is.

Ultimate Surrender bills itself as a “competitive sexual female wrestling site”. Now there have been cat-fighting sites on the internet, pretty much since computers started vaguely being able to communicate with one another, but Ultimate Surrender takes it to another level. There have been sites where hot women wrestled, either naked or clothed. There have been Geocities compilations of stills from movies where chicks kick ass. But nobody really went all the way to do erotic combat right until the folks at Kink did it.

The thing I really like about all the Kink sites is that they really understand the fetishes they cater to and attempt to actually fulfill them. For example, their first site Hogtied did not just feature bondage and BDSM, but went the distance to show forced orgasms. And, let’s face it, it is not just the intricacies of the rope work which are hot, no matter how pretty shibari can get.

Kink started in 1997 with Hogtied and has since branched out with quite a number of sites, Ultimate Surrender launching in 2004. The basic concept of Ultimate Surrender features either two women or two teams of women getting in the ring, roughly wrestling one another either for real or an awfully convincing facsimile thereof, and the winners sexually dominating the losers. The format is three rounds of competitive wrestling followed by a fourth round where the winner gets to have her way with the loser. It is by having the fourth round that I feel Kink really demonstrates their thorough understanding of the fetish and their willingness to go all the way to deliver what its fans truly fantasize about.

BlueBlood.com and the Kink sites feature quite a bit of crossover of talent. In the Ultimate Surrender competitions, Ariel X actually has fought very successfully, season after season. Others like Justine Joli only appeared once in Season 3 where she got Ultimate Surrender viewer comments like:

“Justine is such a bad wrestler . . . That being said Justine is beautiful to the extreme, so at the end of the day she always knows she is gorgeous. Matt even tried to triple Justines pay if only she could get one lousy point . . . not even that worked. On the bright side Justine made really cute noises while Nina was mopping up the floor with her. Nina did the right thing not letting Justine cum in RD-4. Very funny post session interview.”

I think most or possibly all of the Kink sites’ scenes feature exit interviews. Basically, these are videos where they interview the girls about their experiences, what they liked, what they didn’t like, what they thought they would not like but loved, etc. This is partly smart for legal reasons, due to the extremity and roleplaying nature of many of their scenarios, but I think it is also interesting when, for example, I hated a male dom’s voice in a scene and the girl mentions that same complaint in her exit interview. Kink’s stated mission is to provide “authentic fetish entertainment that seeks to demystify alternative sexualities and inspire sexual adventurers” and I think they do a good job of this. Particularly, in the fetish world, a lot of fetishes have been almost entirely desexualized in their presentation and Kink really puts the sex back in kinky sex.

You can check out our free SFW Ultimate Surrender photo gallery or head right over to Ultimate Surrender to get your very own extremely NSFW membership.