Let's lighten things up on this fine Friday, shall we? There's so much to love this week!

Don't you love it when the military accidentally recruits gays by placing more than 8,000 job listings on a gay networking website? "Whoops!" doesn't quite capture the sound of high-ranking officials crapping their pants when they found this out.

Don't you love it that Lance Bass wanted Britney Spears to be his fag hag? But nooooo, they haven't talked since that fateful night when Lancey-poo invited Britney to his bed--only to clobber her by coming out.

Don't you love it that Lance wants Justin Timberlake to be gay as much as we all do? "We thought Justin was gay because he told us he wanted to do a gay part in a movie," Lance told GQ magazine. I don't know about you, but that still gives me hope. Maybe Justin can team up with Daniel Radcliffe, who wants to go gay too! Who would top? Who would bottom? The possibilities are endless!

I love animals, in fact, I got my BS in Zoology and I have two rescued cats, and a rescued Chihuahua. You can bet your bottom dollar that when I heard the most recent story about Ellen Degeneres and her dog-rescue fiasco, it really got my blood boiling.



Ellen and her girlfriend, Portia de Rossi, adopted Iggy (a Brussels Griffon mix) from Mutts and Moms (affiliated with Paws Boutique), a dog adoption agency . Unfortunately, Ellen's cats were queens of the roost and didn't give the dog such a warm welcome home. Despite Ellen's efforts to integrate the animals, her cats were just not having it. Ellen decided to do a good deed and give Iggy to her good friend and hairstylist, a woman who is married, with

Although I've been somewhat visible in both the Asian Pacific American (APA) community and the gay community, I've never considered myself to be an activist or voice for either group. I mean, I'm much too busy trying to beat my own Ms. Pac-Man high score to do much of anything else. But growing up a double minority, having to work through two different layers of self-hate, and desperately seeking Asian-American role models and subsequently gay role models, I've become particularly sensitive to issues surrounding gay Asian Americans.

So when The Advocate recently published its list of the 40 Greatest Gay Heroes, selected by readers from a list of 100 nominees, I of course noticed the absence of APAs. (The full list can be accessed here.) Surely, there are Asians who have had some impact on the gay community, right?

Marriage discrimination inspired one of the most mainstream public figures in the country to come forward for equality this week: Jeanne Phillips, aka 'Dear Abby.'

Phillips, who offers advice through her widely syndicated column, said, "I believe if two people want to commit to each other, God bless 'em. That is the highest form of commitment, for heaven's sake."

Abby (as she prefers to be called), the daughter of the original 'Dear Abby,' made the comments to a reporter in relation to a "Straight for Equality" award she's to receive from GLAAD. Abby says she isn't planning to devote a column to her statement about gay marriage -- which is too bad. She has a strong record for addressing gay issues in a positive way in the advice she doles out to everyday Americans who read her, however, making her a powerful and respected voice in raising awareness of gay issues to the mainstream.

In the AP article about this which ran on AOL (and which has more on the story here), a poll shows some interesting but not too surprising reactions to Abby's gay-friendly stance: Readers were split fairly evenly on her comments, with a slight majority in favor of her position that gays should be allowed to marry.

After leaving last night's raucous Pansy Division concert at Spaceland in Los Angeles, my friend Gabriel insisted that I fulfill my duties as a journalist by going back to interview a band member or two, chatting with them about gay punk, and asking them what John Cameron Mitchell was doing in the audience. It was way past my bedtime and I was cranky, so I screamed, "Who the hell do you think I am?! Hunter S. Thompson?!"

But since I feel such a deep commitment to you, dear QueerSighted readers, I found myself back at the venue and talking with Pansy Division's founding members, Jon Ginoli and Chris Freeman. And while doing so, I remembered why I went to the concert in the first place--aside from their unabashedly gay lyrics and catchy music, Pansy Division holds a unique and important place in queer, as well as rock, history.

The first all-gay rock band ever, Pansy Division has always been unafraid to sing directly about gay sex, gay life, gay sex, gay relationships, and gay sex--oh, and did I mention gay sex?--and they've done so with infectious pop-punk appeal. They first gained notoriety in the mid-'90s after they were asked to tour with Green Day, right when Dookie had captured the hearts, minds, and wallets of the public.

As expected, performing for Green Day's fan base met with mixed reactions. After all, no one goes to a rock show expecting to hear songs like "C***sucker Club," "Fem in a Black Leather Jacket," and "James Bondage," especially coming out of the mouths of men. While they were occasionally pelted with objects on stage, they gained new fans--many were high school kids, who didn't fit in with their straight peers and who didn't align with showtune-loving stereotypes, and they finally found musicians they could identify with and embrace.

When Rolling Stone published an in-depth, lurid story about the gruesome murder of gay porn mogul Bryan Kocis in its September 20, 2007, issue (which is not available online), I just had to do more research because I couldn't believe a mainstream national magazine was devoting that much ink to gay porn. I suppose the whole horrific slaying angle was the main draw, but, still, the article was perhaps the most informative text I had ever read about the gay porn business. The story, "Death of a Porn King," also delves into the personalities of porn stars Brent Corrigan (who worked for Kocis at one point) and Harlow Cuadra (one of the murder suspects, who vehemently denies the charges).

But this post is not really about Rolling Stone or the murder or Corrigan and Cuadra. This post is about gay porn star blogs. You see, in my search for more information about the events and details in the article, I stumbled upon the personal blogs of Corrigan and Cuadra, which led me to an entire subculture of blogs written by gay porn stars. And these blogs weren't merely forums for them to post pictures of their penises--they actually had things to write about. Some of these guys write even more than I do--and long posts at that.

So I thought it would be fun to check in with some of these gay porn stars and see what they're writing about. (Typos included.) I'm not providing any direct links to their blogs because I know better than link to anything porn-related on this AOL site and because our dear managing editor, Kenneth, has already busted me for indecency and I've only been around for about two weeks. So, if you're interested, you'll have to Google these blogs all by yourself.

Fungible:of goods) being of such nature or kind as to be freely exchangeable or replaceable, in whole or in part, for another of like nature or kind. Interchangeable, flexible.

Science and contemporary Western culture are category crazy. All living things must fall into a phylum, class, kingdom, species,order, genus, weight class, demographic, ethnicity or zip code. And while I certainly understand the compulsion to bring order to our universe, few things challenge this human impulse more than human sexuality. Heterosexual. Homosexual, Bisexual, Transsexual, Asexual. But what if there's another way?

"You people and your quaint little categories," says Captain Jack of the British science fiction television series, TORCHWOOD, as he drools over two women entwining tongues. And this is the same Captain Jack who exchanges spit with a more than willing male team member who had just risked his life for his girlfriend who was only half human. We haven't seen this kind of sexual flexibility since Jason Biggs made mad passionate love to his mother's hot apple pie and Portnoy went steady with raw liver. The whole category issue is very disturbing. Many of us don't believe in bisexuality. Choose a side. And we even become militant about our own sexual category. The other day I caught myself admiring a women's breast and felt the urge to play with them. I was immediately overcome by anger and guilt. I felt like I had just betrayed my phylum. But they were pretty and fluffy and needed to be kneaded--same reason I love playing with cookie dough. (OK, that was likely a pretty gay description of female breasts, I admit it.)

George Takei, the actor who played Sulu on the original 'Star Trek' series and now appears on 'Heroes', learned this week that an asteroid has been named after him.

'7307 Takei' isn't the result of a vanity naming thing that anyone can just buy on the internet. The honor was bestowed by the International Astronomical Union, an elite body of scientists who apparently are able to name things like stars and asteroids. What that means is that astronomers and other smart people will now refer to this particular piece of flying rock only as '7307 Takei.'

Takei was nominated by Tom Burbine, a Mount Holyoke College astronomy professor who, according to the AP, wanted to pay tribute to the actor "in part out of appreciation for his work with the Japanese-American Citizens League and with leading gay rights group Human Rights Campaign." Takei is an official spokesman for the Coming Out Project at HRC.

As news of this is bopped around among some of the gay bloggers today, a couple of other interesting things entered into the conversation. First, while everyone is happy for our fella George Takei who is universally loved in the gay community it seems, the gays aren't satisfied with only one asteroid with a gay namesake -- and rightly so. I will tell you why.

Most writers don't start off an interview by gushing over the artist with whom they're about to speak. I have spent time with and talked to my fair share of celebrities -- I like to think I can just act normal around pretty much anyone -- so in planning what to say to Annie Lennox, I certainly didn't expect that I would gush. Fearing it was a possibility though, I told myself (I might have even said outloud), "don't gush." But when Annie Lennox got on the phone and said my name, what was a gay guy to do? I gushed. Only for a second, but it was a gush nonetheless. She took it in stride, we even had a moment of, what, gay flirting(?), and then proceeded to talk about her new CD being released tomorrow, 'Songs of Mass Destruction.'

There are few artists working today who have what Annie Lennox has, which includes, namely: unparalleled musical talent, staggering commercial success, sustainable creative relevance, political conviction and a gravitas of spirit that envelopes whatever she does and wherever she goes. The Scottish-born artist who burned up the 80s as one-half of the Eurythmics sets a standard all her own, eschewing the trappings of diva for a journey in which she sets out to examine -- and then share with us -- the deepest, darkest places inside herself.

It's been four long years since

As if Daniel Radcliffe claiming that he would play gay weren't enough to stoke my lurid fantasies, dreamy English singer-songwriter James Blunt just might be willing to date me if I'm at least as butch as Ellen DeGeneres. I don't think Ellen is particularly manly, so it won't take much for me to assert just enough masculinity to entice James Blunt into my secret homosexual lair.

Oh, wait a minute, maybe I should explain....

If you're like me, you are finding it very difficult to keep track of Republican and Evangelical sex scandals. Goodness, they just keep screwing and screwing up faster than my aged brain cells can synapse. Well, fret no more! The naughty liberals over at Nation Books have felt your frustration and on October 28 their newest title, The Brotherhood of the Disappearing Pants: A Field Guide to Conservative Sex Scandals will be available nationwide. You can, of course, pre-order this essential reading immediately on amazon.com or bn.com or any number of other vendors. The fun in that, I find, is that it's like buying it twice, once on-line and then once when it comes. It's a double shop.

The publisher boasts that this remarkable treatise on right wing penis antics will list over 60--yup 60--conservative Republicans and Evangelicals who diddled in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Among the star-studded heroes of the carnal and the libidinous will be Mark Foley, Bob Packwood, Tim Hutchinson and Ted Haggard. Stick it in your pack pocket and just yank it out whenever you feel the need for a little right wing erotica.

The publisher does point out that the hero of their story, taking top honors in bad behavior ,is our own beloved Mark Foley. According to this new guide, "The [Republican] party was undoubtedly hurt most (at least as far as scandals are concerned) by Congressman Mark Foley's tireless efforts both to establish a national child predator database and to keep his own name off of it. "

"Foley managed to drown an already foundering party, proving yet again that, when it comes to politics, there's nothing the public remembers and reacts to quite like a lurid sex scandal. But while Foley's prominence thrust the story into the media spotlight, his is just the tip of a very large, very phallic iceberg. Indeed, there's far more to the conservative creep-fest than the high-profile Foley scandal, Clarence Thomas's Dadaistic come-ons, and Bill OReilly's many chickpea-related indiscretions.

Over the years, conservatives across the country have spun webs of deception, hypocrisy, and grotesque lechery that have shot so many holes in their pretensions of moral superiority, it's a wonder they can even mouth the words "family values" without getting laughed out of the bordello.

It's enough, at least, to fill a book."

I was incredibly honored when Queersighted editor, Kenneth Hill, sent me a story he was sure only I could handle. The fact that my editor would trust me with an important story after such a short time on staff was truly humbling. I opened the article with great anticipation. Let's see, it's called ... MTV's boundary-breaking sleaze? Wow, that sound's dreadful, but I'm still humbled, and appreciative. Let me read more before I judge.

According to LA Times.com, it's "a serialized bisexual dating show starring Tila Tequila, mistress of MySpace."

I stop reading momentarily to search for an old Xanax prescription. I'm back.

"Tequila will welcome 16 straight men and 16 lesbian women into a mansion, where they'll all live for a scandalous season while vying for her affection. MTV's first serialized dating program represents a big commitment from a network devoted to the short-attention-span crowd, meaning we can expect as much squabbling, back-stabbing and pansexual make-out sessions as 10 episodes can hold."

Oh, I understand now. Richard Rothstein has passed on this and Kenny hates me. Or, Richard passed and I'm the only other writer old enough to remember MTV's humble beginnings. That's why I got this story. I'll never forget the day MTV aired the first ever music video. It was just a guy with a Victrola and some sock puppets.

Immodestly denying his well-earned place in the pantheon of gay icons, Adam Sandler has been promoting the international release of Chuck & Larry with claims that he's ready to fight for gay rights. We haven't had a gay icon champion of this stature since...well...since He-Man!

Last night he told the Mexico City media that he would like to work alongside gay-rights groups after starring in this year's "I Now Pronounce You Chuck and Larry." He then upchucked 35 body shots of Jose Cuervo.

In Mexico with co-star Kevin James to promote the film's opening in theaters here, Sandler told a news conference: "If I can help anybody in any way, I certainly would."

But AP reports that the 41-year-old comedian stopped short of calling himself a potential gay icon.

"I don't think that's gonna happen, dude, certainly not," Sandler said. "If I was a gay man, I wouldn't want me to represent" the gay community.

Are you sure about that Adam? Such humility! The gay community is desperate for a guy who can deliver a good fart joke.

I can easily imagine you up there with Judy Garland, Elton John and Larry Kramer. Which reminds me, Adam, you should give Mr. Kramer a call. I hear he wants to raise his fist in gratitude for the work you did to dispel homophobia and gay stereotypes in Chuck & Larry.

Sandler even admitted to the Associated Press that he rather enjoyed his first on camera gay kiss. It was "not bad. He was clean, and he seemed to brush his teeth and all that," Sandler said.

Well, if that doesn't qualify Mr. Sandler for gay icon status, I don't know what will. Oh, Adam, you had me at your brilliant portrayal of satyrism.

When publicity photos of an almost-naked Daniel Radcliffe (who was starring in the London revival of Peter Shaffer's play, Equus) began circulating the Internet earlier this year, gay men emitted a collective gasp heard 'round the world. Harry Potter was not only all grown up, he had the hottest body this side of a Matthew McConaughey-Zac Efron pillow fight.



My friends were telling me how in love they were with the 18-year-old wizard, and, despite my attempt to keep it cool, I couldn't help but scream every time I saw those PR shots: "I wanna stroke your wand!" My friends and I would talk about our dreams of running off to England for the summer; surfing theater discussion boards to see whether we should sit house left or house right; and watching Radcliffe bare it all on stage. (Oh, yeah, and act.)

When it was announced that Radcliffe and Equus would be hitting Broadway in late 2008, it further stoked our fires of lust and encouraged us to think about staking out the stage door and instantly converting Radcliffe with the power of our gaze.

Then, as if to legitimize our shallow obsession, Radcliffe recently said at a press conference that he would play gay for me. (Well, maybe not for me specifically, but let a boy dream, would you?)

I may not have itty bitty titties (although mine are real), I can still appreciate a grass-roots-style lesbian feminist movie any day of the week. That's why I was thrilled to be able to attend the West Hollywood movie premier of "Itty Bitty Titty Committee" and the after party on Monday night.

You may remember back to June when fellow blogger, Arlan, posted a blog called "Raise Your Fist If You Like Boobs" where she talks about her love of breasts and gives the new movie, Itty Bitty Titty Committee a shout-out and brief introduction. The movie first debuted at the Berlin Film Festival, and has since played at several other film festivals, including the Los Angeles Gay and Lesbian Film Festival. The movie is meant to make a bold statement about women, how society views them and how they view themselves.



Itty Bitty Titty Committee is one of those movies that gets you all fired up and makes you laugh while doing it. The movie succeeds in spending equal amounts of time exploring the characters and documenting their wacky works involved in their feminist group, C(I)A - "Clits In Action". The main character, Anna (played by Melanie Diaz) takes a journey which is quite profound; she goes from a shy conformist to a subversive, pro-femme anarchist who celebrates her newly found acceptance into the lesbian community. Responsible for introducing her to this underground world is Sadie, who is attached to her controlling girlfriend despite all the verve and sass she displays as the C(I)A's unofficial leader. A wild romance develops between Sadie and Anna, propelling the central conflict of the plot and causing all sorts of chaos within the group dynamic.



In a character-based comedy, casting is everything, and in Itty Bitty it's spot on.