Ah, the pitch, measure and proportions of a man named Mark Anthony Song! He is a virtual unknown, except for the photo spreads in the glossy fag rags – stripped and unclad, except for some flimsy excuse of an underthing. I do not have any 411 on the guy, too, and methinks, he has potential, some lurking luster hidden somewhere in those mopey eyes and still-undeveloped frame. Maybe.
