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Comments (0) By Michael Musto Tuesday, Nov 5 2002

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My own hubby named Nick—you know, Carter—is poignantly angling for a part-time solo career now that the Backstreet Boys' audience has moved from retainers to diaphragms (and those are the guys). But his me-minus-them record party at a pool hall across from g (the gay cruise bar) was so blah—especially when he dissed a reporter friend of mine and disappeared into the night—that I really have to wonder if it's totally over between Nick and me, girl. In fact, now that *NSync's Joey Fatone is doing half-drag at parties, I half want to go back to him.

Most directors "want it that way"—how's that for a segue?—but Far From Heaven star Julianne Moore doesn't appreciate that attitude. The acclaimed Moore recently told me, "The best directors have said very little to me. I don't think you should confuse a director with an acting coach. If I have to be twisted into a pretzel to get a performance, they probably should have hired somebody else." Maybe that chick from Debbie Does Dallas?

photo: Miles Ladin

Recovering from the girl orgy scene?: Debbie Does Dallas's Sherie Rene Scott with Brooke Shields at the show's opening-night party

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Saltier than a pretzel—oh no, you dih-int—Disco Bloodbath author James St. James has not only finished Killer Grampa (a book about his own grandfather, long story), he's also written an epic about his brief, brave spell as a trannie hooker in '91. It's called Freakshow, and as soon as James finds a new illustrator for it—yes, it's a picture book—it'll be ready to be picked up.

Finally, hoping to be valued for my (rented) tits and ass, I hit the clubs for Halloween and found that the folks who dress in outlandish getups every night of the year had to try even harder—a nastier Roger, a bigger Suzy—to look like they didn't just roll out of bed. And they managed it. The drag queen in a burka at Spa has never looked better. And at Susanne Bartsch's circuslike Copacabana party, the standout was the red-gowned guy with a sign that said, "Don't Worry, Children. I'm Not a Real Cardinal." By the way, Bartsch—a real star—is being filmed for an HBO reality pilot, and when I asked her why "dirty" Christina Aguilera got into the shot with her at Beige two nights earlier, she said, "We're having an affair!" They want Julia Roberts for the movie version.

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