Nick Jonas has spent the better part of the last month promoting his new single, " Jealous ," and his upcoming DirecTV series, Kingdom , with a dizzying media tour that has included not only interviews with several gay publications but stops at several gay bars. At HuffPost Gay Voices we've written about how Jonas happily showed off his abs at these bars, engaged in some light flirting with the patrons and has generally spent the last few weeks going out of his way to prove that his affinity for his gay fans is more than a mere marketing ploy or if it is marketing ploy, it's one to which he and his team are fiercely dedicated. Then, just when we thought Jonas had given all he had to give to us, we were gifted with his photo shoot in Flaunt magazine , which included several shots inspired by Marky Mark's iconic Calvin Klein underwear campaign. The images hemorrhaged their way across the Internet and for good reason: They're hot and nostalgic, two things we can rarely get enough of but, for me, at least, they're not the most interesting thing to come out of the Flaunt shoot. It's a beautiful photo, but it's also one that you'll rarely see in mainstream media because of one thing: the small patch of hair fanning out across Jonas' lower back and creeping down his ass crack.
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Underneath the Gowanus Expressway, in an area generously included in Sunset Park but really not much more than a detritus-strewn, completely forgotten, and rarely traversed stretch of 3rd Avenue, sit a curious collection of shops, glass windows and brick walls routinely rattled as wheelers hurtle by just 10 feet above. Along on a stretch between 39th and 24th Streets, there are eight of these shops, a rate of nearly one per block. They're sex shops, like the ones you could once find in Times Square. The kind that advertise private viewing booths for when the laptop is busted and the WiFi is out and the lock on your bedroom is broken and the bathroom is in use and your imagination is unable to conjure up anything and… you get what I'm getting at. More importantly, how do these places, with a clearly dying business model, sustain themselves?