By Jena Ardell
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Fizzy model-slash-actress Rebecca Romijn-Stamos has a hot lezzie scene in the upcoming movie Femme Fatale, and the girl truly did her research; in the April issue of Elle, she revealed that she's not a stranger to sapphic encounters in life, either. Well, I hear the potpourri hit the fan after that revelation. Spies say that since then, Rebecca's reps have been trying to keep the gay press from talking to herwhich would be bizarre, since Rebecca seems très queer-friendly and her husband bumps and grinds it in Cabaret! Asked about these whisperings, Rebecca's flackLewis Kay of Bragman Nyman Cafarellitold me, "We're not keeping her away from any type of publication." He strangely also didn't seem sure if there had been any gay requests for interviews, but I know of at least two, one of which he'd already turned down. (A movie publicist e-mailed the interested editor with, "Heard back from Lewis, who told us to stop bringing him requests from the gay press.") This from a mostly gay-owned firm that won a GLAAD Fairness Award for "combating discrimination based on sexual orientation." For shame!
Wesley Snipes is sure talking. In fact, a whole new Snipes met me over nachos at Noche, one who was oozing charm and accessibility. (The old Wesley was a tiny bit aloof to those like mebut that was before all those nasty tabloid stories about tax problems and a love child.) My new best pal, W.S. liked me even more because I didn't bring up the tabloid stories. (I know those rags are cacaI know it every Friday, when I run to the newsstand and devour them.) Instead, I asked him about his prison-boxing movie, Undisputed, about which he admitted, "After a boxing training session, you're completely drained of aggression. You can barely lift your arm." Honey, I can barely lift it before a boxing training session.
As for larger battles, Snipes surprisingly told me he hasn't encountered a lot of racism in the biz. When I informed him that the king of papas Michael Jackson claims his record wasn't promoted enough because he's black, the actor said, "And that wasn't a joke? And everyone didn't break out laughing? Maybe he's on such a different level now that he knows things we don't know and sees things we don't see. Maybe he has to go in the back door of hotels and we don't even know about it!" He broke down into bust-out hysterics at this point and we bonded even more tightly.
Sombering up for a finale, Snipes said he wouldn't mind doing a TV series, adding that he's a big fan of Oz. When I suggested that he shouldn't get typed doing prison projectsthat's my futurehe cutely said, "It's an example, not a life's goal." Finedon't hit me!
Drag star Flotilla DeBarge knows from racist stereotypes; she mercilessly mocks them in her Fez act, which is brimming with good old zip a dee doo dah. Wearing a "plantation couture" ensemble studded with watermelon patterns, Flo gives out fried chicken to the audience in between singing "Old Man River" to a cotton plant to help it keep on rolling. In a more thoughtful tone, Flo remembers her childhood on the bayou ("that's French for swamp") and her eventual development into a "heifer" with "a peanut butter pussyit's brown, smooth, and easy to spread." Best of all are her references to other Afro divas, like when she bitches, "I'm sweatin' like Whitney Houston going through customs," and adds, "I came here looking like Halle Berry, but I'm gonna leave looking like Chuck Berry." That's probably better than Fred "Rerun" Berry.
A total fruit salad, Sultana reveled in her Egyptian culture at her birthday party at Lips, where the plus-sized drag performer belly-danced around the room like a spinning plate of baba ghanoush. By day, Sultana works at an uptown jewelry joint, so there were lots of cashiers and salesgirls at the bash, and you couldn't tell them from the cross-dressers. It was shocking and wild, with lots of eyeball appeal, capped off by Yvonne Lamé's manically fake-titted "Rose's Turn" from Gypsy.
The second gayest musical ever, Hairspray, is such a smash everyone's already speculating about who'll be in the replacement cast (in addition to the inevitable Joey Fatone). Some wags are gurgling about how cutely gimmicky it would be to have female stars play Edna (now done in drag by Harvey Fierstein), but I have four words for them: Ally Sheedy as Hedwig. Forget it! Besides, a woman playing a woman is not all that gimmicky! Get someone with a peanut butter pussy!
Back to Lipsor at least lipsI hear Mick Jagger is pissed at Allen Grubman, who arranged for Sam Waksal to pay big bucks to get the rocker to attend a partythe one where Mick and Sam were shot together (with a camera). Nowadays, the picture horrifies Mick every time it turns up, which is a lot, honey. I guess he likes to be seen with jailbait, but not jailbirds.