Scott Capurro

Comic. Actor. Author.

Here’s more articles from GT, but for fucksake you cheap faggots, buy the goddamn mag. It’s really good and glossy and impressive when tricks are visiting. At least it gives you something to talk about, right before they get their cocks out. Or put them away. Either way, it’s chic on a table top. As if there are any tops, anywhere, ever! I mean, I’d let these Persians fuck me, I’m not racist, but they cum so fast, they’re so unbelievably excited that they’ve FINALLY got some cock action, that it’s over before it starts, like my adolescence. One guy, Indian, cute, married, living in Dublin, which is almost nice now, he barely got off his trousers before he rushed to my hotel room toilet and shot in my bowl. Then 5 minutes later, in my mouth. What am I, a cum dumpster? Wait, that sounds hot. OK, I’m a cum dumpster, but where’s the fun for me? I guess I could fuck an actualized, fully-fledged gay, but they’re so plucked and tweezed, it’s like humping a canned ham. I’ll stop for now. Read below, bitches!

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Scott Capurro GT September 2007 I’ve never been single. As my mother’s only gay son, I’ve been her constant chaperone, confidant and admirer. We’ve weathered job loss, divorces and drug use. In the early 80s, she was my preferred cocaine dealer. And in 1982, during my first summer home from university, Mom outed me, to […]

And here’s the August Gay Times article. I know, I know – porn in Prague? How predictable. But I had to see this stuff in live, uncut action. If merely for the research. And the tears.

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Scott Capurro GT August, 2007 Prague is a beautiful city, but that’s not the reason lots of gay porn is produced there. The men are inexpensive and slightly desperate. More importantly, they’re incredibly hot. They’re the sweet side of Slavic, some with blond hair and tan lines, others with pale 8-packs and shiny black pubes, […]

This is another Gay Times article. I almost hate to post it, because I think it gives too much credance to bad behavior. Oh, fuck it, you’ll see what I mean.

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Scott Capurro Gay Times July 2007 Before a show in Covent Garden, a note came hand delivered. The young man smiled, said some kind words, and then shyly, slowly walked back to his seat. The paper was embossed with a Buddha head. I do yoga. I considered this a good sign. Once opened, in black […]

You should have read this article first. Not sure if you’re reading from bottom to top. Wait, why would you? No, this is fine, I’ve done this right. Read from top to bottom. Sorry, I’ve added these potentially out of order. Oh shit, it doesn’t matter, it’s not that kind of column, although the article below was in reaction to this article, which was my first for Gay Times, and for which I received LOADS of hate mail. Queens, in their most sullen moments, tend to lack a sense of irony. Although I do mean all this, but I’m saying it’s appropriate behavior for fuck sake. Just read it and touch yourself. Again.

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For GT Magazine, April 2007 Scott Capurro French Farce Sheathed penetration is hard to come by in France. To a Parisian, anything plastic or covered in rubber that stands between him and nature is artifice and unseemly. Even in the two-star hotels I frequent, fresh flowers line the front desk. Evian water in glass bottles […]

Here’s another article from Gay Times. This one was published, in May…I think. I get confused with my column. I’m never quite sure what month I’m in anyway, and magazines are always one month or one season ahead or behind or whatever! Just read it bitches. It’s fucking free. God you fans are worse than Jews. Maybe you are Jews! HOT!!

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Scott Capurro For GT Magazine May, 2007 T-Cell Stew While on a date recently, I went for a piss during cake. My urine burned, and since I hadn’t eaten razors for dinner, I squeezed the tip and oops! Big Scott got sick. A bit of white came up, and that’s when I knew, my drip […]

Here’s an article i wrote that was accepted by a London gay magazine, then returned because of current tensions in the UK. Fucking Jade Goody…

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Riding a Persian’s Carpet Scott Capurro March, 2007 Persians are tough to get into bed, but by the time you do snag one, they’re so desperate to have sex they’ll do just about anything. Like most religious fanatics, Muslims spend a lot of time imagining what fucking might feel like, so anything I can do […]

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Tazz and I had a date, which he called to cancel, saying he’d met someone else. He knew I wouldn’t mind, our relationship wasn’t serious, I’d not even asked he be monogamous.

Fair enough. It’s true, after dating for almost three months I didn’t know his last name, nor had I clocked where he worked, although I suspected he was an architect, or perhaps that was merely what I told friends.
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