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Amid the pubescent high spirits, my heart bled for attendee Justin Timberlake, who, after all, was supposed to star in the Rent movie that so unceremoniously fell apart. But Joey was a hit as the video artist characterthe one who used to date Maureenand he clearly finds the role cathartic; when I asked him at his opening-night party if he likes saying fuck onstage (not to mention shit and masturbation), the goombah heartthrob grinningly replied, "I wasn't allowed to say it all the time. Now it's great I get to say it!" Hey, I love saying it too: Fuck! Shit! Masturbation!
The next night, as you'll recall, Joey already had a (contractually arranged) day off from Rent to be at MTV's Video Music Awards, and Justin also turned up to do his overchoreographed solo number, which came off like warmed-over Michael Jackson soup, with de rigueur rap croutons. Fuck! (By the way, it's perfect that Jacko thinks he's the artist of the millennium. The millennium is only two years old.) But the nerviest spectacle, of course, had Eminem pushing away a hand puppet and threatening violence to "little girl" Moby. (Gee, where was Elton John to assure us that Eminem isn't really an anti-gay bully, he's just assuming an ironic pose?) To add insult to injury, the much ballyhooed surprise finale turned out to be the return of '80s homophobe Axl Rose, sans face or voice. Welcome to the bungle.
Better proof that rock lives came via Club Shelter, where the pre-Labor Day MOTHERFUCKER was mobbed by glam gods, freaks, and fucking, masturbatory trendoids. The floating monthly bash is very 24 Hour Party People meets fear dot com, the music veering angstily from Sid Vicious to the Strokes. (The Clash seem off-limits now that they've sold "London Calling" to a car commercial.) It's the club event of the millennium.
Jeff Palmer is the porn star of the male-enema. In his new gay porn flick, Raw, Palmer bottoms out for the first timeon filmand he doesn't put up much of a struggle. More astoundingly, he also orgasms into someone's butt, then licks the stuff out, as you're torn between yelling "Yuck!" and "Bravo!" At an Indochine party for the unreally blond stud, hosted by Paper's Mickey Boardman, Palmer told me he generally adores the taste of spoogeeven other people's"but I don't like it if the person is drunk or isn't healthy. You can taste it!" (I wouldn't knowbelch.)
Does Palmer have a death wish? Au contraire, he says. He has a rage to live, and though he was diagnosed with HIV, he insists he's battled it by taking care of himself and avoiding all drugsespecially prescription onesexcept pot. To Palmer, the real scourge is anyone who supports the majority view that pharmaceuticals are the best way to fight HIV infection. "Madonna put her face on the AIDS Ride, which tortures and kills fags," he told me, fuming (but smelling of Obsession). "And Elton John's AIDS foundation kills people with toxic chemicals." (Oh, I'm sure it's just an ironic pose.)
Other pesky Palmer viewpoints: "I hate when people suck my balls. I want to say, 'There's nothing in there!' " "Ty on Trading Spaces is so cute, you want to put your dick in his mouth while he's talking." And most touchingly of all, "My boyfriend bought me an apartment, a house, a Jaguar, and a dog. I don't mind if he fucks around." That's good, because the guy is married with children!
But back to the legit stage, thank you. Take Me Outthat unwieldy gay baseball romp at the Publichas wit, male nudity, and lots of balls. Frederick Weller plays a John Rocker type, and on opening night he told me, "In some ways my character is less intelligent than Rocker, but he's more complex and sophisticated." When I asked if he thinks Rocker and his ilk are actually gay, Weller wove me a long, involved answer explaining why not, then surmised, "Maybe!"
Staying within the realm of queer possibility, did you ever think HXyou know, Homo Xtrawould cross paths with Britney Spears? Maybe? Well, sure enough, this month Marc Berkley will be throwing the bar rag's anniversary party at Brit's Nyla restaurant, the first of his weekly gay events there. That makes sense since Britney's been dressing like the Village People.