Perez Hilton, who Gawker points out was “never the intellectual high jumper,” gave an interview to The Advocate in which he dug himself still deeper into the puddle of PR stupidity in which he usually splashes around.
Welcome back from the long weekend, friends. To kick things off today we bring you a quick selection of awkward celebrity boners, c/o AwkwardBoners.com.
Sacha Baron Cohen, who lately only appears in public as Bruno, flew into the MTV Movie Awards this weekend wearing a pair of wings, a leather kilt and a jock strap — and quickly fell into Emiem’s lap face-first.
It’s a new day in America, gentlemen and ladygays, and not only can homos take each other to prom (in certain liberal cities), but a flaming queen can achieve the dream of generations of queens before him and be voted prom queen by his peers.
In one honorary Grabby prize we haven’t mentioned yet, Erik Rhodes took home Best Lube Job, or Best Lubed, or something to that effect, for his honorable work taking Francois’ fist up his ass in Prague for Falcon’s upcoming flick Ringside.
With shifts in the gay industry press, the Grabbys may soon be the only gay porn awards in town. And if they continue to be as exciting as this year’s, we don’t think anyone will complain.
From the Department of TMI comes this little tidbit about Shia LaBoeuf having a small peen.
We’ve joked plenty about how softcore porn-y most gay independent film is, and hey, we’re the first to champion the deep love that most (if not all) gay men share for porn.
Hours before the whole Michael Lucas debacle, Brent was frank about his past and acknowledged that among porn industry vets, he’s not the most popular twink on the block.
Queerty had a premature ejaculation today when it claimed that a ripped, studly Spaniard who plays soccer for Englad is a homosexual. But the photographic “proof” falls a bit short.
One of us watched the Oscars at the Castro Theatre in SF, drowning in drunk queens who shrieked and squealed every time a clip from Milk was shown. Another of us watched from home, and started drooling on himself sometime during the “romance” montage.
Before Nickelodeon handed him the mic in their newest big feature, Nolan Gerard Funk would hand his big uncut cock to oglers at an LA gay bar.
You can always count on a holiday weekend for a few photos of some male celebrity shirtless on a tropical island trying to enjoy a little downtime with his beard/girlfriend.
Pretty much every teenage girl in the country is shaking and crying in anticipation of sexy teen vampire movie Twilight’s release
Gay stereotypes are damaging. Like, just because we’re gay — and druggy, slutty, and alcoholic — people are always like, “Oh, you’re such a druggy, slutty alcoholic.” So homophobic. But there is one stereotype that we’re willing to embrace, and that’s our complicity in black diva worship. (‘Cept Tyra. She can go home.)
You just know Ian McKellan dreads that phone call every year. “Hello, Sir Ian? It’s Out Magazine. Guess what?! You’ve been selected to be on the Out 100 for the eleventh year running!!”
Hey! It’s National Coming Out Day tomorrow! We would not particularly give a shit, but seeing as California is about to vote on Proposition 8–which has spurned a fundie riot and gotten everybody in the state asking themselves how more or less grossed out they are by the idea of we fags marching down the aisle–we thought it was time to discuss a few (allegedly) gay celebrities who we’d like to see be all out loud and proud this election season.*
Late last week at the Huntington Beach 2008 “Teen Vogue Fashion LIVE!” event, 18-year-old pro-skater Ryan Sheckler made the innocent choice to remove his t-shirt, unwittingly causing a din of shrill screams from approximately 35,000 eleven-year-old girls. The wall of noise was so thunderous it caused seismic plates in southern California’s coastal region to shift violently, resulting in this Los Angeles-area earthquake early yesterday. When we pressed our fourteen-year-old niece for comment, she questioned Ryan’s hotness with a dismissive hair flip: “I used to think he was hot, and then all my friends started to think he was hot and it was kind of annoying, but now he’s all buff and like…not as hot. Okay, he’s pretty hot still!!”
In light of the recent harassment being directed toward ex-NYSYNC member JC Chasez about his dubious sexuality, the notorious outing of his band mate Lance Bass last year, and the subsequent rise of a new generation of wholesome teenyboppers largely cultivated by Disney and Nickelodeon, we can’t help but notice some flaming red flags. We’re not just talking about Zac
We have a deep appreciation for Rock Hudson and all the other “perpetual bachelors” of mid-century America, and feel a certain kinship with the proto-homos of yore. We understand that prior to AIDS and parades, we weren’t exactly on the suburban radar, but, uh, COME ON NOW! Some of those pioneering old schoolers look pretty fucking gay to us, through our (admittedly) contemporary lens. So today we continue to examine how the generations before us managed to believe these guys were just, you know, a little funny.
Anthony Perkins
1932-1992
He was the soft-spoken, pretty-boy star of Psycho who fucked Tab Hunter and Rock Hudson and didn’t manage to sleep with a woman until he was 39. Anthony Perkins’ story is more sad than it is funny, but we want to take a moment to marvel at what used to pass for a straight man in these parts and appreciate old Tony’s work in his closeted prime.
Sure, we’re as smitten with CNN‘s Anderson Cooper as the next faggot-okay, maybe not totally as smitten-but we’ve never understood what the big deal is about celebrities coming out of the closet, especially if they don’t pretend to be straight in the first place like certain Will Smiths we know. Sites like Gawker and Queerty, however, have become so rabid in their anticipation of a grand gesture from Anderson that they’ve taken to reporting every detail they can find about him, however insignificant, and painstakingly analyzing how it relates to his sex life. Sometimes puzzling and often hilarious, we’ve sifted through the heap of Anderson- Cooper-isms that point to his gayness and present our favorites now.
Holy meat-curtains, Batman! While you were whiling away the hours in a K-Hole listening to the mind-numbing thumpa- thumpa-thumpa at the local discotheque, our lesbian brethren were plotting world domination!
We don’t usually cover the womyn’s beat, but just for you, and because it’s Monday, a roundup of all the celebrity muff diving news of the past few days.
Rumors have been percolating that Juno star Ellen Page might be a lezzy, and some feel that this clip on SNL might be her way of coming out in a round-about sort of way. However, she makes a mistake no card-carrying lesbian would dare make: 0:55 into the clip, she refers to Indigo Girls’
We admit we were a little crabby when we landed, but after three days of
barramundi, wine and cruising, on the harbor and otherwise, we’re feeling a
little bit better about San Francisco’s sister city down under. In fact, we like it so much upside-down here, we think we might
bring something of their gay culture back to the states, and we’re not talking
about the ecstasy hidden in our wig.
According to the April 2008 issue of Playgirl, butt-humping porn star Ben Andrews loves perky tits, picnics in Central Park and the feel of a woman’s body. In true Playgirl tradition, the well-hung star of Gigolo, The Intern and Cruising Budapest doesn’t mention that he’s gay, although the breathless text (“Yes, that Ben Andrews!” they squeal) does note his appearances in Inches and Freshmen. This falls somewhere on the believability scale between a steam-room cruiser’s wedding ring and Tom Cruise marrying that Dawson’s Creek girl.
You know what we haven’t done on this blog in a long time? One of our dumb Who’d You Rather posts where we pair up a big-name celebrity with a similar-named BelAmi star, open the polls, and ask you which man you’d rather smash.
My name is Mark Taint, and I’m an Anthoholic. Anthony Romero is literally the hottest porn star in the world right now. I say that with 100% objectivity because I spontaneously ejaculate upon even seeing his name typed on a blog. Anthony Romero. Oops.
If blogs are the key to a performer’s success, I feel that my blog helped Brent Corrigan achieve great success as a mainstream actor, and judging by the PERSONALLY autographed poster he signed for me (above), it’s clear that Brent Corrigan agrees.
With love, The Sword.
Stories of catfights on the set of the CW’s Gossip Girl have been emerging from the set since the series hit the small screen. Despite admissions on the behalf of the show’s cast and producers that a lot of the rumors are staged for publicity, a new gossip item about the boys has emerged bringing us a new drama of the week from the weekly drama that is our biggest weakness: that actors Penn Badgley and Ed Westwick are up in arms over the attention that Chace Crawford continues to get over them, particularly by Tom Cruise, Katie Holmes, and George Clooney. “Penn was supposed to be the show’s breakout star and now it is obviously Chace, and Penn doesn’t like it,” an insider revealed to Jo Piazza of the New York Daily News.
Last night’s episode of Gossip Girl not only had two major outings-the predictably fey younger brother to Serena, Eric van der Woodsen (pictured) and his rehab boyfriend, Asher Hornsby, from a rival prep school-but it also had so much high-octane bitchiness, queen bee drama, hilarious beard references to Vanessa Hudgens and Katie Holmes, and sheer camp that the outings and gay slurs were actually out-gayed by all the straight content on the show. When young Jenny Humphrey’s house of cards came crashing down as soon as Gossip Girl blogged that her boyfriend’s a ‘mo, the only condolence she got from her besties was “Now you know how Vanessa Hudgens feels.” SNAP!