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Buttering up a girl, Metrosource magazine's gay pride issue has an interesting if vague interview with butch comic Paula Poundstone, pretty much wondering "Does it have to be out to be sexy?" Asked if she's a gay single parent, Paula says, "I'm a happy single parent. The last time I even experimented with sex with anyone was probably 15 years ago." Was one of her experiments with a woman, perchance? "Yes," she replies. "But I have to say so far, neither team has claimed me." How interesting if vagueand adding to that, the child abuse issues are still off-limits!
Moving on to people who wear the "opposite" sex's clothes with more commitment, the same mag has a more specific editorial by Drew Limsky arguing that the transgendered should not be attached to the queer community because transsexuality "is not about orientation, but about gender." (Maybe someone at Stonewall should have shooed them away.) On reading this, three performers from Lipswhich is mentioned in the piecebrought their Metrosources back to the mag's office and protested so hard their titties swelled.
My ego puffed up at the Meatpacking District store Jeffrey, where I became fixated on an interesting womanyes, womanonly to have her lower her designer sunglasses and peer right back at me. She recognized me from her E! True Hollywood Story. I recognized her because she's Lisa Marie Presley! Astoundingly accessible (as opposed to most stars, who run from the press unless there are nipple clamps around), Lisa Marie actually stopped and had a conversation. "TV's weird," she said about her VH1 Divas Duets appearancethen she raised up the shades and went back to her unique lifestyle.
As for my own unique lifestyle (you know, journalism), the weeding out of Jayson Blairwhich the media loved so much because he got caught, but they didn'thas done much good for the world's tight agenda. In fact, it's spawned a healthy housecleaning movement in fine publications everywhereand you can fact-check that. In the post-Blair era, columns by committee suddenly acknowledge more than one author, and when writers' mistakes come to light, they seem way more genteel about it. (You know, "Thank you, readers, for so thoughtfully pointing out my error.") Unless I'm mistaken.
But I'm quite sure my lifestyle got me into last week's tasting at Rocco DiSpirito's new place, Rocco's, whichsince it was filmed for an NBC reality show called The Restaurantbecame much more about sound bites than food bites. Everyone was chewing with their mouths closed, then coming alive for the cameras, hoping to become as famous for ordering spaghetti carbonara as other reality show stars have for being force-fed worms and buffalo testicles.
Sitting by me, avant-rock poseur René Risqué looked around at the spectacle of media types seeking each other's glare and said, "And I thought I had a big ego. Kidding." Rocco swung by the table, saw that Risqué was in a honey-blond wig, and bizarrely commented, "What are you, a fag?" Kidding? The super-chef then noticed that the cameras were on him, so he did a complete turnaround, jumping on Risqué and kissing him smack on the mouth. (That was more like it. I love a chef serving tongue.) In between all the close-ups and chomp-downsby the way, I'll never be able to eat again unless I'm being filmedeveryone else's conversations veered from Richard Chamberlain (too late, baby) to Hillary (liar, liar, village on fire).
But all I could think of was how much I love Broadway, where a Billy Joel modern dance show is considered wildly innovative (and crazily, it sort of is), but also where the gays and fatties are the normal people and skinny straights have to pay to get in! The whole Tony awards setup, though, needs even more experimentation than Paula Poundstone. This year there should have really only been two Best Play nominees and two Best Musicals, andon the flip sidethere could easily have been seven dramatic actresses and 11 featured actresses in a musical. (But who's counting?) Alas, because of the set number of nominees in each category, some caca got put in and some genius got left out. Change it!