We tried to read this article written by porn director Nica Noelle where she digs into what the hell happened with Mr. Marcus and this whole Syphilis thing. But honestly, when you click on the link and you see just how many words are contained therein, the entire thing just seems a bit daunting.

If you work in or follow the daily cummings and goings of the porn bidness (that's slang for "business, FYI), you've probably heard lots of talk about syphilis lately. Mostly from Lee Roy Myers facebook and twitter feeds. There had been widespread talk of some syphilis-infected motherfuckers roaming the adult countryside and endangering people and whatnot. Fingers being pointed. Shooting being halted. All that good stuff.

Now that Lee Roy Myers is safely quarantined in his native Montreal, lavishly enjoying his poutine while counting his loonies and toonies, it looks like it was safe for the porn industry to wham the truth onto everyone else's unsuspecting heads.

It was Mr. Marcus.

One time, my partner and I were covering a festival in the middle of the woods. Sometime between REO Speedwagon and Skrillex (no, I'm NOT making that up), we found what was once a Wild West-style attraction that had been converted into a Halloween attraction, then abandoned.

Now, we've got nothing against our sister-site (or is it brother-site, I don't fuckin' know) HOMOPOP.com at all. Love the fuck out of them. But we're about to blow them the hell away in terms of gayness. Really.

Well, actually probably not really, because HOMOPOP's pretty gay. I mean, it's called HOMOPOP.

But still, this is, like, waaaaaaaaaay gayer than our usual fare.