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Last week, I described how a cute man with a big dickporn star Jeff Palmerpassed it around at a racy club appearance at the Stonewall. Well, on his Web site, Palmer bizarrely states, "I had AIDS, but not from any HIV virus," and adds that since he stopped taking medication, "Jesus Christ and his angels are taking joy on [sic] my protection. He gave me back my life." Now give me back my dentures.
A cute guy with a big head is the subject of The Elephant Mannewly revived on Broadwayand it turns out he's hung like an animal. You must believe me that the Rupert Graves character, while discussing how the guy's penis escaped deformity, says, "It is quite normal . . . there's no bone in it." I'm not even gonna touch that one.
An actual new play, Topdog/Underdog, started 37 minutes late on opening night, the creators holding the curtain for esteemed guest (or, if you prefer, arrogant schmo) Sean "Puffy" Combs to arrive. Honey, I don't mind waiting to see a play on the verge of winning the Pulitzer Prize, but for Sean "Puffy" Combs? While we passed the time, The Goat's co-producer Liz McCann was heard to murmur, "I don't know who Sean 'Puffy' Combs is!" (She probably knows him better as P. Diddy.) But her partner certainly knows about bestiality on Broadway. When a guy approached her to say, "I felt violated watching The Goat," the woman replied, "Well, a lot of gay men find that they're really moved by the play because they take the goat as symbolic." I took it literallyI've got a crush on a really cute alpaca at the zoo, no liebut I was moved nonetheless. (And that makes eight weeks and running that I've been obsessed with this illustrious interspecies epic. My b-a-a-d!)
At the after-party at the Supper Clubwhere they're still waiting for PuffyI asked Chris Rock how he liked the challenging (i.e., grueling in spots) Topdog. "It was all right," the comic said, mildly. "Oh right, you're a reporter," he added. "It was great!" He later sent his pregnant wife back to tell me he actually thought it was "fantastic!"
It was back to The Park for the Paper party for Human Nature, where Jimmy Fallon's fantastic sister, Gloria Fallon, gently teased my Vienna roll. Gloria told me she actually discussed with Jimmy the fact that I have designs on him, and he said he was well aware of that. All righty then, do I have a porn star's chance in heaven? "Maybe," she said, but I should add that she was laughing so hard she almost choked.
Anyway, in Human Nature, Patricia Arquette is typically ballsy, but not really naked; her privates are covered with thickets of hair (don't askthe movie's painful). Between this, that Kevin Bacon play, and anything with Russell Crowe, why the trend toward hirsute stories? "Maybe because we've gone so far the other way," Arquette told me at the party, "with people having no pubic hair. There are 'smoothies'people who take out teeth and remove their bellybuttons and eyeballs." I was sure the cutie was just telling stories out of school, but I indulged her and asked how she stays so fearless on-screen. "I just show up and pray to God," Arquette said. "My primary relationship is with my son, and after that is God, because my son came to me from God." (Funny, I thought he came from musician Paul Rossi.) I told her that for me, William Morris comes firstthey and their angels take joy on my protectionand she grinningly replied, "Stop it! I'll have to save your soul!"
While we're dabbling in savings, money expert Suze Orman might be my new deity if it turns out she's one of us. On a recent TV appearance, Orman kept talking, without pronouns, about a "person" she once had a relationship with. Adding yet more intrigue, a USA Today article once reported, "Orman remains single and says extensive traveling and personal appearances leave little time for personal relationships." Do you buy that (or would you maybe rather buy a money market fund)?