Celebrates male sexuality in a series of bawdy sketches. “The penis occupies the central place in this graphic universe with its widely varying moods, its unexpected fantasy, its humor, its sadness and its unspoken commentary on Cocteau’s life and work.” Or, as a magazine reviewer put it more bluntly: “Putting the cock in Cocteau is this new book of erotic drawings from the French Renaissance man. Long before Tom of Finland, Jean Cocteau was doodling young studs dressed as chefs, sailors and ruffians with dicks like rolling pins and some pretty bad attitudes.” GR

Publisher: Peter Owen
Hardback: 110 pages
Illustrated

Passionate adventures of a young boy attempting to realize his sexual identity in a society that disowns him. First published anonymously in 1928; purported to be semiautobiographical. Rich with erotic detail. As André Gide noted, “Some of the obscenities” are “described in the most charming manner.” Includes nudes drawn by Cocteau. GR

Publisher: City Lights
Paperback: 76 pages
Illustrated

Andy swished. Andy painted cocks. Andy camped. Andy made Blow Job. Andy wore wigs. Andy was fabulous. Back in the ‘60s, the straight world wondered, “Is he queer?’’ (Stupid question.) These days, they’re afraid to ask. “With few exceptions, most considerations of Warhol have ‘degayed’ him,” say the editors of this series of essays. “Despite the fact that many people ‘knew’ that Warhol was gay, hardly anyone, at least in the world of criticism and theory, will speak of it.” Warhol’s “straight” ascension into the fine art pantheon is halted here, for good reason. “To ignore Warhol’s queerness is to miss what is most valuable, interesting, sexy and political about his life and work.” GR

Publisher: Duke University
Paperback: 280 pages
Illustrated

Seventies pulp which was actually made into a movie. “Meet the black starlet and the men who made her… Her white agent becomes her pimp and she treks in and out of producers’, directors’ and backers’ bedrooms, bending to their perverse hungers. She came to Hollywood with an active hatred of whites but finds that in the glittering unreality of the movie capital, a black will cheerfully do her in and call her sister at the same time.” Ten pages of black-and-white photos. GR

Publisher: Holloway House
Paperback: 215 pages

Egomaniac. Scene stealer. Visionary. Ham. Lover. Bully. Star. Love him or hate him—and it’s split just about equally—Shatner is the Captain of Captains in the Star Trek universe. This book details: “His shocking encounter with extraterrestrial beings [that gives new meaning to his rendition of “Tambourine Man”]… Why the Star Trek movies almost didn’t get made… His sizzling offscreen romances [with his leading-lady guest stars]… His stormy relationship with Leonard Nimoy and other cast members [Sulu hated his guts]… and why he became the most hated actor on the set [Shatner was on a classic star trip]. On the bright side, there’s Shatner’s pre-Trek Broadway success as the star of The World of Suzy Wong. A man who loves spaceships and horses can’t be all bad. GR

Publisher: Pinnacle
Paperback: 298 pages
Illustrated

Lee Francis paid the politicians and quietly ran a set of upscale whorehouses in the Golden Age of Hollywood, designed as sex spas for the stars. John Garfield hung out, Errol Flynn worked out and John Barrymore passed out. Clark Gable was a good friend (“but he never set foot in my place”). Aimee Semple McPherson’s secretary became one of her hookers. “It’s all here, the sexcapades of actors, actresses, writers, directors and politicians, the people who made Hollywood move.” GR

Publisher: Holloway House
Paperback: 224 pages

Starfucker! Starfucker! Funny, sexy, desperate Cinderella story, as told by the woman who fucked her way to the top and stayed there, bedding the likes of Mick Jagger one night and Jimmy Page the next and the next and the next. No fats, femmes or roadies for this hanger-on. She fucked only the best, earning her the dubious title “Queen of the Groupies.” It doesn’t get any raunchier than this, except on those nights when you’re plaster-casting a guitar god’s tumescent cock. Rock on! GR

Publisher: Berkley
Paperback: 279 pages
Illustrated

The Brooklyn Hamlet. Big, loud, brash, boozy, sentimental, sensitive and funny. Gleason started out doing nightclubs in 1939, using Milton Berle’s monologue material, which he had stolen line for line. The two kings of early TV eventually became pals. “I always thought Jackie was a load of talent,” says Berle, “As a monologist or stand-up, he wasn’t at his best, but he was terrific in playing characters or doing sketches and skits… He wasn’t a very good comic, but he was a very good comedian. Ed Wynn once said that a comic is a guy that says funny things and a comedian is a guy who says things funny. A comedian isn’t afraid of silence… When Gleason did The Honeymooners, he wasn’t afraid to take his time, he wasn’t afraid of the audience running away, but treated a situation the way it deserved until the laughs came.” GR

Publisher: Berkley
Paperback: 222 pages
Illustrated

“I raised the belt high above my head. Just before I brought it down with all my might, I removed the towel from his buttocks. He jumped as the belt landed. ‘God Almighty!’ he shouted. ‘What are you doing?’ For an answer, I gave him another lick of the belt. And another one. He took four of them before he rolled off the mattress and landed on his knees on the floor. He clasped his hands and raised them to me as if he were praying. ‘I’m sorry, ‘ he said, ‘please don’t hit me again.’” True story of a professional black dominatrix, from 1976. GR

Publisher: Holloway House
Paperback: 254 pages

“Voices of pain, voices of power, voices of hard work.” Candid, funny and raw narratives from the women who inhabit America’s tinseled and tawdry sex world. “Street prostitutes, exotic dancers, nude models, escorts, porn actresses and workers in massage parlors speak out on sex work—their work.” GR

Publisher: Cleis
Paperback: 352 pages