Time flies so fast. A few years back Rodel Velayo and Leonardo Litton were the toast of the soft porn industry in the country. They starred in such unforgettable classics as Bakat, Itlog, Talong and any title with allusion to the penis or copulation itself. Now, Rodel and Leonardo have retired, with their own families abroad. Rodel [Archie Abala in the real world] is now in Australia while Leonardo [Joel Villar in the real world] is based in the United States.
In the advent of the internet and cell phones and digital cameras, there were two cute guys in Seiko Films who churned out memorable flicks such as Talong, Kangkong, and Itlog. The double entendre was not subtle but the actors were coy by today’s standards yet bold and brazen at that time [the 90s]. I just realized I had this photo of the two guys who starred in many gay teens’ wet dreams – Leonardo Litton shows off his aubergine while Rodel Velayo his banana. Those were the days. Leonardo Litton is now based in the United States while Rodel Velayo has gone Down Under.
Remember Rodel Velayo, the gay teen’s wet dream in the 90s? He is reportedly coming home today from Australia where he is now based with his wife and kid. Rodel Velayo, who churned out kickass soft-porn flicks such as Itlog, Bakat and Kangkong, is here on a temporary visit, mainly to spend the holiday season. It was not revealed, however, if the 30-something actor will appear in front of the cameras while he is here on vacation.
How about Rodel Velayo [left] and Leonardo Litton in a skimpy animal print bikini romp? Literally poster boys of a sorely-missed era of bedeviled hunks in scanty swimwear, Rodel and Leonardo were the glam stars of Seiko Films in the 90s. Plucked from nowhere, Rodel – who was born and raised in Cagayan Valley, and Leonardo – from nearby Nueva Ecija province, were the bold and brassy duo of their time. Together they starred in countless skin flicks, always teasing whatever queer sensibilities we had then. Yet, unlike most baring boys then [and now], they never had any bad press or salacious backgrounds. The boys have since moved on, in different continents – Rodel in Sydney and Leonardo in New York.
Sorely missed in the biz because of his migration to Australia, Rodel Velayo‘s last feature film was Siquijor: The Mystic Island shown in March of this year. The movie, which was conceitedly touted as the local version of “Blair Witch Project.” was a dismal flop. Incidentally, Rodel Velayo was wearing his clothes on in the flick. So unlike his previous movies and photos where every nook and cranny of his seriously divine bod – both substance and substructure – get to be exhibited. Including those areas where the sun does not necessarily shine.
[l-r: Rodel Velayo, Harold Pineda, Anton Bernardo]
…..hit the gay rags they had amateur pictures then, taken somewhere in a backyard studio or some talent manager’s office. Rodel Velayo, Harold Pineda and Anton Bernardo, who were queer fantasies in the 90s, as they appeared in sex-themed movies, magazines and even tv shows, were considered daring and uh, cocky during their prime. This was the 90s and the digital camera was just starting to be developed commercially [FYI: The first digicam prototype appeared in 1986 and the first commercial model in 1991, the Kodak DCS (Digital Camera System) 100, a 1.3-megapixel CCD fit into a Nikon film camera body. The DSC 100 is often cited as the first true commercially available digital camera, but it was sold only to well-heeled photojournalists for $10,000 to $20,000.] . Despite the crude photos, the three guys, lust idols in their time, still turned out in remarkable images, if you ask me.
Back in the olden days, when see-through meant curtains and not men’s underwear, one of the more popular variant poses for the strip-for-pay actors was the one lying face down. Plausibly, photogs for the gay mags who got tired asking their subjects to merely pose with their skivvies on, had to ask the guys to just lie down, with butt-crack showing. Remember, this was in the 90s and it was big deal then for these actors to well, position themselves that way. It was sufficient enough to tickle the prurient fancy of every adolescent gay boy then.
Hello Rodel! Are you sitting down? Good, because I need to tell you something. You must come back. I just blew 500 freakin’ pesos for one magazine, the ones with unknown nude Filipino guys in various states of undress. And you know what? I just remembered you. Yes, you of all naked men from the past. I mean, you can sock it to these wannabees how to pose for a magazine. All they show are butts and pubes. They don’t have balls, for crying out loud [To refresh your memory, you first posed for a Seiko Films’ promo shoot showing your cojones. That was so, uh, ballsy of you!] And they don’t even come close to you, looks-wise. So, how about coming back? Maybe some show of skin, for all time’s sake [I heard you still look great Down Under, I mean, in Australia. Are you really settled there for good?]. Surely you still have many queer folk-fans out there. Leonardo’s now in Queens, probably getting fat from the burgers and fries and burritos. Harold’s nowhere in sight, maybe he’s back in the boondocks of Nueva Ecija or firmly settled somewhere in a Kyoto club, I don’t know. JC’s gaining weight, lots of ’em, I saw him a few months ago in P. Burgos, Makati’s red light district. And the great Anton has disappeared, too. So, there’s not much competition. You’ll be Burlesk King all over again. Imagine the adulation and the money. So, why not a comeback?