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It was dark, there were naked ladies on the screen, and we couldn’t get Avenue Q’s "The Internet is for Porn" out of our head. We were supposed to be covering Good For Her's Feminist Porn Awards, but everything—in our infantile mind, that is—was coming up dirty, singing pseudo-Muppets.

Even on a street as gaudy, inconsistent, and ugly as Yonge, the Brass Rail has always felt out of place. Bordered by Ginger on one side and Kitchen Stuff Plus on the other, the building's façade eschews subtlety: unflattering snapshots of women in bikinis––the focus squarely on breasts and torsos––cover the exterior of the building, while an LED marquee scrolls the latest club news past (there's always something about "Porn Star Nikki Benz"), and signs advertise the possibility for "sensual encounter[s]." The whole thing shouts sex while being as decidedly unsexy as possible.

Toronto-based Naked News (NSFW, duh), which already broadcasts both an English and Japanese version, will soon also be available in Spanish, Italian and Korean. That's right. While other newsrooms are cutting back, laying off correspondents, and eliminating foreign bureaus, Naked News is (insert your pun of choice here).

There used to be a sign above a video arcade that proclaimed "Yonge Street is Fun Street." Back in the 1960s and 1970s, much of that fun was to be had at the many bars and clubs that lined the street south of Gerrard––Le Coq D'Or, Steele's Tavern, Friar's Tavern, Zanzibar Tavern and so on. Depending on the venue, you could listen to music, dance the night away or catch a striptease. Today's advertiser...

Torontoist is one of fourteen cities in the worldwide Gothamist network. Once a week, the editors of each site—from LAist to Londonist—compile some of their most interesting posts into a brief blurb. It's Elsewhere In The Ist-A-Verse, and it appears, across the network, every Sunday.

Darryl’s Hard Liquor and Porn Film Festival (covered by Amanda Buckiewicz earlier this week) is at the Bloor Cinema this Saturday, October 13 at 8 p.m, but if you’re a person of milder tastes (soft liquor and corn?) this week’s festivals of interest include the Toronto Latin Film Festival, the Macedonian Film Festival, the DNA Film Festival (it’s a busy week for festivals!), and the ImagiNATIVE Film Festival, which continues to win us over every year with its brilliant poster designs.

Chances are, if you're like us, your first experience with pornography was a mix of titillation, curiousity, and shame. Maybe it's still that way, but at least for one weekend you can be free from shame if you join fellow pervs at the Hard Liquor And Porn Film Festival.

If there's anything Jesus loves more than flattery, it's porn stars. Well, technically, Jesus loves everyone—even those little teenage tramps and their HPV vaccines—but now, ol' JHC is adding some marketing pizzazz to that affection.

Last night, the seats of Harbourfront Centre's studio theatre were packed with a mix of middle-aged art aficionados and well-coiffed hip, young homos all dying to see Francesco Vezzoli give a lecture and screen his notorious Trailer for a Remake of Gore Vidal's Caligula. Vezzoli is an Italian artist known for his work in video and embroidery (yes, embroidery) who set the art world ablaze a couple of years ago with his re-imagining of the infamous, semi-pornographic swords and sandals schlock-fest that actually was written by Gore Vidal. Vezzoli's trailer for an imaginary remake features Vidal as himself, as well as a ridiculously A-list cast, including original Caligula star Helen Mirren, Milla Jovovich, Justine Bateman, Karen Black, Gerard Butler, Benicio Del Torro and Michelle Phillips of The Mamas and The Papas fame. The title role is played by both Vezzoli himself and Courtney Love and the costumes are designed by Donatella Versace.

Sin And Sun recently interviewed Rebekah, a Torontonian who has gone from living on the streets to being an erotic Internet entrepreneur. Her client niche? People who are turned on by smoke and smoking.

Tragedy was narrowly averted Saturday at the Brass Rail Tavern, where a fire was contained by Toronto Fire Services. How many times will we allow this sort of thing to happen? Remember ABBA's words of wisdom: "The love you gave me, nothing else can save me, SOS."

Usually saying the words "short" and "sex" in the same sentence means that somebody had a bad night. Unless, that is, you're talking about Darryl's Hard Liquor And Porn Film Festival, a showcase for short movies about everyone's favourite late night activity.

Once a year Toronto the Good becomes Toronto the very naughty.

Photo of Post Porn Modernists Annie Sprinkle and Elizabeth Stephens by Julian Cash.

Sex-positive feminists are all atwitter! Annie Sprinkle Ph.D., prostitute/porn star turned sexologist/performance artist, is coming to our great city for a run of her her newest show, Exposed: Experiments in Love, Sex, Death and Art at Buddies in Bad Times Theatre.

Unlike our hetero male friends, a lot of women just don't get aroused by mainstream porn. You know, the kind where silicone-padded girls are used as receptacles for bodily fluids? Thankfully, there is a growing market for porn for women by women, which has been dubbed "feminist porn."

Only three days left in the 17th Annual Inside Out Gay and Lesbian Film and Video Festival! Last night, Eleven Men Out screened at the Bader; an Icelandic comedy with a reasonably original premise: a soccer player named Ottar being interviewed by a reporter in the locker room after a game while the rest of his team is changing decides, for the benefit of appearing on the magazine's cover, to come out of the closet at that exact moment. As a result, he is thrown off the team and becomes the pariah of his family, including an alkie former-Miss Iceland ex-wife, a biggoted soccer-exec father, a video-store managing brother with a penchant for shemale pornography and a moody tweenage son who would rather play Counter-Strike than have a conversation with his father.

The 17th Annual Inside Out Toronto Lesbian and Gay Film and Video Festival had its official launch earlier this week at the Gladstone (following a recent fundraiser) where it announced its lineup to the public.

Clockwise from top left:the SpareParts vegan dildo harness, the PureWand stainless steel hypoallergenic dildo, a selection of Hathor organic oils and lubricants, and the Hitachi Magic Wand plug-in electric vibrator.

It's a time-honoured tradition of television news: send some reporters out into the city to ask for the Man on the Street's opinion on a hot-button topic - the necessity of bilingualism in Canada, for instance.

Each weekday for the next two weeks, Torontoist is facing off local memes and blog drama in a tournament-style ladder and you, the reader, decide the outcome. View the full ladder here. Some highlights from yesterday's matches: Jane Jacobs makes Yonge-Dundas look square (107-95): The usually untouchable Jacobs was thrown off her game early on by anti-gun rallies, massive video billboards and a late-game PR stunt by a chewing gum company, but pulled ahead with minutes to go. Kyle Rae grabs an assist for a slam dunk by Metropolis. Power Plant burns Megabins (70-66): In a close mid-day victory, Torontonians made it know that they prefer air pollution to visual pollution, and would rather have a clean streetscape than clean air. Zany! Islands silence the Docks (105-35): Residents of Ward Island grabbed points early in the game by distracting the Docks with noise complaints. Reggaeton nights get put on the bench in the second half. Today's matches, Region II, 1st Round:

Bohemian Embassy vs. West Side Lofts
Condo Boom vs. Suburb Growth
416 vs. 905
Queen East vs. Queen West
Yonge Street vs. Porn Shops
Anagram Map vs. TTC's Website
Zombie Walks vs. Miller's Hair
AGO Façade vs. ROM Crystal

Often considered one of Toronto's best sex stores, Come As You Are (701 Queen St. W) is throwing a 10th Anniversary Party on Thursday night. The worker owned and operated store will celebrate ten glorious years with prizes, "thank you gifts," a toonie bin, prizes and erotic pastries (we're hoping for breast cookies and penis eclairs).

No, not the Fujiko Nakaya installation of Nuit Blanche fame. A camera-toting CN Tower employee (can you imagine?) snapped some gorgeous shots of our downtown blanketed in a heavy, San Francisco-like cloud cover last week.

Let’s start with the film festivals for a change, huh? Most intriguing has to be the Toronto International Latin Film Festival, because it’s… on at the Royal Cinema? Que El?

As per the comments yesterday, here's another racey and more recent portrait of Toronto micro-celebrity Nina Arsenault. This time, the photo comes straight from the source - Ms. Arsenault emailed us after the last posting.

The message is clear this September: Canadian albums will once again act on behalf of freedom and decency, liberating the world from evil. Starting with the New Porn record and moving through past Broken Social Scene, Canadian music will be a model which for every country in the world will be based on. Promise made, promise kept!

promises to do for 1970s porncapades what Morgan Spurlock did for McDonalds - reveal the obvious, and make big waves. Still, when the big waves involve highbrow analyses of Ms. Linda Lovelace's particular powers (by the likes of Erica Jong, Dennis Hopper and Jon Waters), how could it but make for an interesting movie? Ebert spices up his review with some cute little factlets about the U.S. Presidential Porn commissions, saying that while most people remember that the Reagan presidential commissions deemed porn harmful, that was only done in response to a 1970 panel that found porn was not linked to any particularly anti-social behaviour.

Today brings us yet another installment in the Dov Charney Media Feature Lovefest. This time from the Times, by way of Gawker. Even before the US outlets caught on to the charisma of American Apparel's Canadian Porn Star in Chief, Dov was hyped in an amazingly lengthy and nuanced piece by Mireille Silcoff. And now, every gal with a pen and a pulse knows she can go to LA (or NY) to meet with Dov and generate the same hot hot print heat. Read in sucession, Dov's exploits (not labour exploiting) are a bit numbing. And though it's hard not to appreciate a guy who, according to the NYT, describes himself as "born in the brisket" of Montreal Jewry, at the end of the day, an overpriced t is but that. Maybe all the journos can get together and write the guy a play.