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Finally, I asked A History of Violence's superb MARIA BELLO—the Best Supporting Actress— about her character's own bareback mountin'. Why does she get all hot for hubby when he's at his most crazed? "It shows her own shadow side," she said. "I think women—and this may not be politically correct—have an innate desire to surrender to something powerful, and at that moment she's able to do that." I can certainly relate, honey.

By the way, I'm glad Grizzly Man—which is a wildlife documentary—nabbed an honor; I loved the way it pitted Timothy Treadwell's loony grandiosity against that of director WERNER HERZOG, who sweepingly intoned narration like "It seems to me that this landscape in turmoil is a metaphor of his soul." But while Treadwell tried to act like a bear, I could swear he also tried to act like a hetero. Whatever he was, he redefined Bearback Mountain.



As for bare-assed lyin', did you know that TV legend Raymond Burr was gay and fabricated a straight life for himself including two wives and a son, who never existed (though he was once briefly married)? He was into substance! This will all be in Post TV writer MICHAEL STARR's book, due next year from Applause Books. And wait, there's more tawdry deceit: Everyone's caught up with the JT LeRoy scam. But it was way back in June of 2001 that I reported that Vanity Fair may have been tricked by the composite creature. As I wrote, "LeRoy generally does interviews by phone and rarely allows himself to be photographed. That's why it was so startling when photographer MARY ELLEN MARK managed to capture him for the current Vanity Fair—or seemed to. The problem is, LeRoy is telling folks that the person Mark shot is actually not him at all; it's a female friend of his who purposely showed up for the session in a wig and mask. (When contacted for comment, Mark said, 'It was JT. His saying it wasn't is just his humor.')" Obviously none of them were JT. Which would make a great musical!


I hear the El Mirage owner isn't happy with my recent column about the unappealing sex club. But it's not his fault—it's the people in it! . . . At Happy Valley, I met a cute guy who said he was in the movie Slutty Summer, "but the Times review singled me out as really good!" And no, it wasn't written by JT LEROY . . . At the same club, photographer MARK REAY murmured to me, "KATE MOSS will debut her new runway walk this season. The 12-step." . . . Nightlife comeback queen SUSANNE BARTSCH is being followed around by New York and WWD (and me—for years) . . . Help! I'm in love with someone from myspace.com who likes women and feels Jesus is his savior.

At Avalon's Kurfew party, someone with a "666" label on his chest told me his safe word is harder . . . BRAD and ANGELINA are getting a bed made of stingrays. Dead ones, I presume . . . Over at the Cubby Hole recently, as a Gawker item mentioned, LISA GASTINEAU was getting personal with a lady friend. Well, my sources confirm it was one of her reality show's editors, JULIE "BOB". . . But back to me: "Is there any channel you haven't appeared on?" people always wonder, impressed with my whorishness, I mean versatility. Well, yes, I had never been asked to show my pesky puss on BET—until last week, that is, when they rang to enlist my on- camera charms for a show. True story!

But everyone please stop and go away. Come on, stop. Harder.


PHYLLIS GATES—the wife of closeted movie icon Rock Hudson—recently died, and now BOB HOFFLER, who wrote The Man Who Invented Rock Hudson about agent HENRY WILLSON, has some juice to spill.  As Hoffler tells me, "After their divorce, Gates, who was a lesbian, blackmailed Rock. In the book, I detail the story where Henry hired a hit from Las Vegas on two guys who were blackmailing Rock. Well, Gates put them up to it, and the hit also paid her a visit. Later, she tried again, but was quelled by photos take of her with other women. Rock had somehow acquired these photos."

The author adds: "Phyllis had told various people that marrying Rock 'would be fun.' She then became addicted to being the wife of a star, and didn't want the divorce. MARK MILLER, [movie star] GEORGE NADER's lover, told me that she had a double standard: Phyllis could play around with women but Rock had to remain faithful to her. In a way, she was just being pragmatic: she feared that Rock's exposure would ruin his fame, which was in turn her gravy train.

"By the way, Phyllis did not meet Rock at Henry Willson's office, as she claimed. She met Rock at Mark Miller and George Nader's home in Studio City. She had been out on a movie date with Rock Hudson's then-lover, JACK NAVAAR. So Phyllis knew the score. She met Rock in the company of gay men." And now it's gay men who are telling the truth about the whole situation.

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