Lex Lewder, scribbler and part-time arch-villain, is the kind of beer swillin’ belchin’ cussin’ sports-playin’ homo who prompts certain foolish straight men to comment “Wow you’re pretty cool for a gay guy” which actually translates to “One of these days I’m gonna get drunk and blow you”.

He began his dubious career path in smut-appreciation at the tender age of twelve, digging through the nooks and crannies of friend’s parent’s dusty cabinets and dank basements in search of XXX magazines and VHS tapes. To this day, the phrase “Fuck honey poured out of her like a mountain stream in a spring thaw” along with the entire soundtrack of “Taboo II” are emblazoned into Lex’s memory with the red-hot, burning sharpness of a cattle brand, or a particularly nasty bout of Applause (AKA “The Clap” AKA “DO NOT WANT”).

He resides in Philadelphia and can be frequently spotted falling off his bike in the middle of the night on his way home from Gaytown.