Headbands! Tube Socks! Ironic Mustaches!

With the recent sale of Falcon, I've been looking back through their excellent back catalog and have started to feel like I'm looking at Cobrasnake photos of a pool party in a Brooklyn Dumpster. (Maybe it's no surprise that American Apparel sells towels with gay porn stars on them.) With that, I present ten legendary style icons from the Falcon vault from the Mystery Skier in the Other Side of Aspen II (above) to pretty much anything with Dick Fisk.

What's the best thing about vintage gay porn? Is it the lack of artifice? The lack of condoms? The sheer exuberance of the sex? The bushy bushes? The quaintness of film? Or the fact that they don't have lines to read? Whatever it is, there are times when well-lit, digitally enhanced, MySpaced bodies don't do it like their rough-and-tumble forefathers. Rick Donovan? Al Parker? Dick Fisk? Leo and Lance? Above, the always ready Roger, getting his gorgeous dick sucked while definitely not thinking about his Twitter.

I've mentioned before that for the past year or so, we've been shooting a documentary about Falcon Studios founder Chuck Holmes. We've been slowly making our way through the living Falcon superstars to talk about what it was like to work with Chuck. Thanks to help from people like Steven Scarborough of Hot House and John Rutherford of COLT, we've had a fair amount of success. But given that few of the porn stars were using their actual names, and given that many of them had no connection to the industry other than a few films, it's taken a fair amount of detective work. This is where I'm hoping you guys will come in.

Most importantly, I'm trying to track down Jim Bentley (above left) and Kevin Williams (above right), two of Chuck's favorite models. I'd heard that Kevin Williams was living in South Florida somewhere, and that Jim Bentley was in San Francisco, but that's about as far as I've gotten.

More memories ... and clues after the jump.

I wasn't around the first time, but that doesn't mean I don't love a bi-curious hippie with a lit joint.

Jim Tushinski, the director of the excellent Peter Berlin documentary, That Man is still in production on Dirty Poole, about porn pioneer Wakefield Poole but it looks great and was worth showing to a bunch of degenerates accustomed to fast-forwarding and scrubber bars.

Surely you didn't think Raging Stallion was the first one to kill off the stars of its porno? I'll give a toothy blow job to anyone who can tell me what Catalina classic featured a masked gay madman who loves semen as much as he does tearing apart gay flesh.

-- Mike

UPDATE: Leave it to gay horror-porn director-pervert Jett Blakk to not only identify Sailor in the Wild 2, but also scold me for forgetting his horror-porn classic Bonesaw.

In our second installment of "Movies Time Forgot," intrepid reviewer Rob J. digs deep and takes a look at three rarely seen classics, including one starring GPB fave Rick Donovan (as a rockstar, no less!), a collection of Falcon loops so good they're painful, and the one gay film ever made by one of the biggest legends of straight porn.

I don't want to harp on the subject, because (a) I don't want y'all to think I'm some weird anus freak and (b) I have a hard time saying "split beaver", but my friends at the Athletic Model Guild were nice enough to send over a bunch of gorgeous (and maybe just a tiny bit strange) vintage images shot by Bob Mizer, who, it turns out, was a fan of the MSB, and even had a whole line of videos dedicated to it called Anal Erotic.

Last weekend, I bought a new pair of running shorts from American Apparel. When I realized how high cut they were, I was nearly delirious -- they haven't made them this obscene since the 70s. Even as kid, I had a hankering for ball-sack drooping short shorts. I know - it's nuts!

But it's not just that a stylistic preference, I'm also a notorious trade-peeper; shorts have been an irresistable source of parting glances since I was knee-high to a teabag. Gimme denim or gimme terrycloth, just give me something that offers the promise of a stray testicle or a brief-free cock.

They don't make 'em like they used to, though, so I took I had to dig into the COLT photo archive for some real inspiration. Thank god. A few clicks and I discovered all the gym teachers I never had.

I ran into Billy Bowers from Factory Video the other day and we started talking about Factory's highly successful retro-tinged Time Warp To the 80s series. It's a lot of lost (now found) footage from the mid-to-late 80s and, watching it again, it reminded me of how resilient the porn industry is.

There's been much noise about the bareback (sex without condoms) porn explosion of the last several years. The established studios -- most of whom codified their condom-required positions in the late 80s and early 90s -- object not only morally but strategically. The bareback studios are financial insurgents, capturing a large segment of the market with the eroticism of danger.