Roman Ragazzi Signs With Raging Stallion

In these conservative Dark Ages, the flame of the Renaissance may seem stuck on a permanent sputter. But as in the past medieval gave way to a resurgent focus on beauty, intellect and vigorous debate, we can perhaps hope that the previous decade’s gay porn focus on toothy orange models with spiky blond hair and GHB-inspired water weight is coming to the close. Witness, for example, the Michelangelo-worthy Roman Ragazzi.

He may not be your standard pretty boy, but at least he ain’t a pretty girl, either. He was discovered by Collin O’Neal (a man who’s never shy about his discoveries — or anything else he comes up with) and has been added to Raging Stallion’s growing stable of mammoth and hirsute (think Jake Deckard) anti-twinks.

I haven’t yet spoken to Roman, so I can’t vouch for vowels or witty repartee or whether or not he reads The New Yorker or how often whey protein pops up in casual conversation. I suppose I’ll get to that eventually. In the meantime, I’m happy to set up my camp beneath Ragazzi’s trunk like legs. Should the weather turn mean again — or the ages turn darker — at least I’ve got a thick pole with which to pitch my tent.