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Size matters. Often, it's a question of scale. We were so gagged to see Maciek Worosilak wallpaper his models in old issues of BUTT, for his project to recreate the bedrooms of other queer Polish immigrants at 1:12 scale, that we asked him to make us one with the new issue. Now, the architectural wiz has made our HQ dreams come true, adding a sexy basement bar and darkroom for after-work play. You can find all the asses and faces from BUTT no. 34 inside – even a Barbie's. From tiny dildos to blindfolds and handcuffs, there's something in the House of BUTT for all the dolls and the gays. We visited Maciek's studio at London's Royal College of Art for a full-service tour of the place.

“Locked top” isn't an oxymoron for CagedJock. For the past nine years, the hunky New York-based pornstar has been pursuing his dream of an (almost) dickless world, dispensing chastity advice and XXL strap-on dildos to the bottoms of the internet. He told us how locking up has changed his physiology and what you can expect to find in his dungeon-for-rent.

Are you carnal and carnivorous? This Sex Review, a moveable feast from London to rural Eastern Bulgaria, has plenty of sweet and unsavory moments: a plague of frogs, a visit to a witch doctor, and two farmhands getting fruity in a cherry orchard...

You think you're dirty? The anonymous couple behind "Muddy Buck" may have you beat. Both men share a primordial desire to submerge themselves in ooze – a substance they mix themselves at home in an elaborate pit, and which they say makes for safe, slick lube. Their videos have gained them a sizable following on Twitter @Muddy_Buck and UMD.net, the online home of "wet and messy" enthusiasts. "Feeding the Mud my seed is the act of completing the Mud-to-man bond," they told BUTT via DM. Let that sink in...

Jack Pierson began his art practice by cutting and pasting porno collage from the stacks of discarded skinmags he'd scavenge at flea markets in New York in the eighties. By the mid-nineties, he was collecting abandoned signage from the demolition intended to clean up Times Square, and putting together the text-based sculptures for which he's probably most well known. Not one to limit his own artistic expression, Jack began photographing with a snapshot aesthetic that straddles the line between commercial and art photography — he's created installations, paintings and drawings too. At the age of fifty-five, he's busy with his own zine called Tomorrow's Man, now on its third issue, and snowbirding to the Florida to catch that golden hour lighting so prized by photographers. Alex Needham interviewed Jack in his grand, but cosy East Village flat, where the walls are covered in pictures and the art books are piled high.

Jack Pierson would be the first to tell you: his rose-tinted worldview is best seen in the pages of handsome bound volume, or simply ripped out of a magazine. For this exclusive series, in which the photographer has generously shared his archive of male nudes and portraiture, a screen will have to do.

'Was this the scent launched by a thousand men, and burnt the topless towers of Berlin? Here I dwell, for heaven is in these pits, and all is dross that does not perspire.' So says Nicolas, who is first up in the armpit portrait series by Berliner George Nebieridze.

SEATTLE, WASHINGTON — I was on a cross-country train trip. I’d spent the morning exploring the city, so I took the afternoon to chill at the hostel and do laundry. The laundry room was off the hallway and behind a door, quiet and private. I didn’t have many clothes left, so I stripped down to just my shorts and threw it all in.

Time to snuggle up on the cum couch and completely lose yourself in the pleasures of a seductive page-turner. This season, I'm gushing over three photo books, two fictional paperbacks, a couple works of non-fiction, and a favorite zine.

Up in Mendicino County, California, there's a hella-lush farm where all kinds of yummy varieties of bud can be found. Photographer Whit Forrester went there to see the workings of the farm, and to document the connection between medicinal cannabis and the queer community...

Talk about waking and baking… Ryan woke up next to Riley (who also has an ass to die for, by the way) and packed a bowl of Sour Diesel from SPARC, San Francisco’s ‘premier’ cannabis dispensary. More on that topic, as well as some more growers and showers, in the near future. Apparently, Riley is also an actual…

Performer Paul Soileau (his last name's pronounced 'swallow', but with the accent on the second syllable) has been blowing people's minds as drag-mare on Elmstreet, Christeene, for the last five or six years, ever since she elbowed her way onto the stage in 2010. He's had bit parts in films, like in Steven Soderbergh's Out of Sight where he played opposite George Clooney and J. Lo, as a feisty prison whore named Lulu. Last year, he played against type — that is, as a boy — in the Roddy Bottom Sasquatch opera. But the raunchy, toxic and almost childlike rap act Christeene seems to be the one character who has been burned most permanently into his fan's minds. On the heels of his North American tour with Peaches, Paul spills the beans on his drag terrorist phenomenon from his adopted hometown of Austin, Texas.

Over at digital art wet spot Rhizome, Jersey-based artist Christopher Clary has uploaded a kind of desktop drama in the form of a collection of DILF-a-licious jpegs. The download, called 'Sorry to Dump on You Like This', is one of six works commissioned by Rhizome that invites the act of downloading, and uses the desktop as exhibition space.

On the November splash page: slice o' ass courtesy of Stathis 'Not Without My Calvins' Geo in Athens, Greece. He photographed Vasillis' tempting buns in his most treasured pair — with holes in all the right places — of Calvin Klein underwear.

Beef on the Hoof
Bender
Bird Taker
Bottoming from the Top
Bottomless Pool
Bronc
Brownie Queen
Buggerling
Bull Nurse
Butch Bottom
Catcher
Cum Bucket
Gentleman Slut
Helium Heels
Homi-polone

In Santiago, Sebastián Silva used to come and go from an artist collective, a house rented from some Catholic nuns downtown. By the time he was eighteen, he was experimenting with shrooms and rapping in hippy-hop band CHC (Congregacíon de Hermanos Contemplativos). They put out a few records, DIY videos and fanzines — at 36, he's still a hardcore journal keeper, by the way, and a dedicated painter and illustrator too. His creative persuasions eventually took him to New York, not too long after his semi-biographical comedy, The Maid, won over audiences around the world, me included. Since then, he's directed four more movies and a series for HBO called The Boring Life of Jacqueline, all stamped with his intuitive approach to storytelling. I met Sebastián at his apartment in Brooklyn just as his most recent film, Nasty Baby, about a gay couple trying to conceive with their female BFF, hits screens.

25-year-old student Marius in Berlin (originally from Tromsø, Norway) sometimes moonlights as a mushroom forager to earn a bit of pocket money. Here he is in Schorfheide, a so-called biosphere reserve in Brandenburg, near the Polish border.

It's Frieze Week in London, and BUTT's placing all bets on Prem Sahib, not that it's a competition or anything. It's just that his show at the Institute of Contemporary Arts, full of alluring surfaces and innuendos, is such a fascinating deconstruction of gay space, while his more petit, adjunct show at Southard Reid confirms Prem's status as this season's go-to guy for conceptual art.

'Every Good Boy Deserves Fruit' by Calvin Corvidian is quite possibly the first ever English as a Second Language book that you don't have to pretend to be straight to read. Calvin, who is both a teacher of other ESL teachers and lifelong student of languages, set out to write a novelette with learner levels in mind, and one directed specifically at gay guys.

And what an entertaining textbook it is! His cheeky gay soap opera, which revolves around a clique of bitchy, predatory gays in the Czech Republic, is as witty as it is instructive, basking in the pleasures of a colloquial Euro-English, and maybe even giving you a hard on.

In the extract below, the student/cleaner, Ivana, attempts to help sharpen the verbal skills of her closet case boyfriend, Dan, who is the book's primary object of desire.

Pawel Tkaczyk from Warsaw, Poland submitted this photo of 20-year-old Gracjan sitting very comfortably in Wojtek's sleek backwash unit. Wojtek, a hairdresser by trade, is 31-years-old.