Here at Loverboy we pride ourselves on not really having a favoured body type. It’s all about how it’s presented that counts. We are firm believers that if you are posing in the right way or wearing the right clothes that’s all that matters. Aaron Stella is a case in point. It obviously helps that he has a body that ain’t half bad, but as soon we saw that flash of pink bikini bottoms, we knew it was meant to be. Love Is…Aaron Stella.
You’ve done some pretty crazy modeling shots. Which has been your favourite?
Most of the shots are random, usually from when I’m go-going or performing. Although, if I had to pick a favorite, it would have to be any moment when I execute a Sailor Moon style, hyper-extended back arch (on a dancing pole), reminiscent of the magical girl’s transformation sequence.
Sailor Moon! OMG, let’s just get married. Well, not married as we’re not sure that’s for us. But we could set up home together, fill it with Sailor Moon memorabilia and writhe around naked. Err….So, what’s your favourite Sailor Moon moment anyway?
Haha…Well aside from her glitter-bombed transformation sequences, I would have to say it would be the final episode of the series (Sailor Stars season), when Sailor Moon is flying around, butt-ass naked, wings on her back, proclaiming that the shine of her heart will light up the galaxy. All the while, she’s battling Galaxia, a former sailor scout who’s been possessed by a chaotic, evil spirit, compelling her to steal souls of human beings. I love this moment for two reasons: one, who doesn’t like an epic battle between the forces of light and dark, and two, it somewhat inspired my personal epigram: “Sunshine in my heart, and cum in my bum.”
Nice. You seem to have a special relationship with your underwear. Do you have a favourite pair?
A pair recently conceived by my ex-boyfriend, Kyle Kupres: a neon pink bikini-style garment with adjustable string ties on the sides. It captures that gross Coachella, sping-break-forever sorority vibe that make me want to drive my car into my own house. But mostly, it’s the cut that I like, how it cups my ass and package so delicately, which for some reason always makes me feel horny, and like I’m a colossus of a man.
Who are your style icons?
My style icons are diverse in origin, but all revolve around the same post-apocalyptic, surrealist milieu. Mad Max Beyond Thunderdome; the conceptual stylings of Jodorowsky’s Dune (which never went into production unfortunately); anime and video game attire; and then of course, I consider myself to be my own icon. I like finding a fashionable go-between of warrior-like and neo-pagan themes, as if I myself were already living in a world ravaged by armageddon.
We’re ALL about Tina in Mad Max. What do you never leave the house without?
My Junpei Hat (inspired from a video game), given to me by my best friend on the west coast, Cody Evan Silver, whom I affectionately call my “adopted son”. I’m almost 7 years his senior, but it’s Cody’s precociousness and his dedication of care to others that draws me to him and inspires me to live my life better. As such, I always take his hat with me, and think of him whenever I wear it.
What’s your most popular # ?
#becausemakingsensemakesanassoutofyouandme (i.e. because making sense makes an ass out of you and me). I think being absurd keeps the mind happy and healthy. And, I believe that the deep, ponderous mysteries of the cosmos may be deciphered through spontaneous absurdity.
What song never fails to make you feel slutty?
Yakety Sax. Because no one in their right mind would ever admit that that song gets them hot.
What was the last picture of yours that got reported for nudity?
Surprisingly, I’ve never had a picture reported for nudity. I guess I’m not doing a very good job of marketing myself as an exhibitionist.
What is your favourite Mariah Carey song?
When she was yammering on about scarf and jade moments on the Home Shopping Network.
A man truly after our own heart. It’s our first date. Where are we going?
To my house made entirely out of salt water taffy. There, we’ll gorge ourselves on taffy until we see the devil, and we don’t know which way is up.
Sounds divine.
