Why I Left Playbill to Write About Gay Porn

The former editor-in-chief of Playbill and Backstage is here, horny, and tired of your mainstream editorial bullshit.

Like my mother, you may be wondering why I left a full-time job covering Broadway as editor-in-chief of Playbill to launch a new site that is more than partly dedicated to covering gay porn.

Also like her, you’ll probably be unsatisfied by my response. You see, I spent my career subscribing to a mainstream idea of success: You pay your dues, you work your way up, and then you land a big-ticket job that impresses people at parties. 

Except at a certain point you realize that in mainstream media, your job is basically that of Merryweather in Sleeping Beauty: You can’t reverse Maleficent’s curse; you can only work around it. There is nothing authentic in reporting anymore. You cover one mediocre performer to get access to his publicist’s high-profile client. A movie gets a cover story because it will sell more issues, not because it deserves one. Publications choose which stories to pursue because of unspoken biases, or an advertising contract, or the threat of canceled ad revenue. Remember the shocking backstory to Ronan Farrow’s Harvey Weinstein reporting? That wasn’t a surprise to anyone in the media. Then you notice there’s genuine terror regarding unpopular opinions that might result in an avalanche of what Sarah Silverman recently called “righteousness porn,” as the person we were 10 years ago is discovered, dusted off, and put on trial. 

They wanted a hardcore Playboy for gay men, with a 2020 sensibility. They wanted, in short, a site that fucks.

I was in the thick of all that bullshit when I got a different opportunity. Not only did the suits looking to launch a new editorial site want to destigmatize gay sex by engaging with porn in a serious way, but they also wanted the content to be fun. Not just fun—they wanted to simultaneously piss people off and make people laugh. They wanted a hardcore Playboy for gay men, with a 2020 sensibility. They wanted, in short, a site that fucks.

I ask you: How could anyone pass that up?

And now The Gay Goods isn’t something that I’m drafting in a notebook on my apartment floor in a heat wave, buoyed by watching Cam and Donna do the same thing during a binge of Halt and Catch Fire. It’s a real, honest-to-god site, one that is breaking all the unspoken rules of what gay editorial sites do. 

The Gay Goods is not here to be coy about sex, with a 101 guide to bottoming and Fleet enema jokes. I’m here to tell you how to get fucked, and then link to some great scenes for inspiration. The Gay Goods will not be covering straight actors playing gay, will not virtue signal, will not tow any party line. We want to hear every opinion. Tell us why it’s upsetting that the world will never get to see hundreds of people’s work on a movie because it stars Kevin Spacey. Tell us why you hate Hocus Pocus! After years of writing and editing publicist-approved pap, I want real, messy takes on pop culture, politics, and porn.

And for anyone wondering why we have to do all of this with hard cocks and cum on the homepage: How many times this past summer did you watch or share videos on social media of people being murdered or assaulted? But dick remains the last taboo?

Fuck you.

xo,
Mark Peikert

P.S.: Halt and Catch Fire is one of the best TV shows of the last 20 years. Pass it on.

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Previously editor-in-chief of Playbill, Backstage, and New York Press, Mark Peikert is a content creator with over 15 years of experience in publishing. In addition to his editorial work, he's also a popular moderator who has shared the stage with everyone from Angelina Jolie and Julianne Moore to John Mulaney and Tituss Burgess. Not at the same time.
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