Now that the Sex and The City babes are dabbling in relationshipsas boners around the country toppleit's no surprise that the Queer as Folk guys are also taking little stabs at monogamy instead of mononucleosis. At a Tower video event the other day, three of the show's leads told me that the new season is bringing a few dollops of maturity to temper all the penetration (if not enough to be downright gross).
Randy Harrison said his character, the chicken-y Justin, will recuperate, go to art school, and renegotiate his relationship with Brianas we all should. Is he still a victim? "Not as much," Harrison said. "But that's how people like to see me best. I'm accident-prone." At that very moment, the darling boy all too perfectly knocked over some contraption by the cash register. But Harrison's not verbally clumsy. When I asked if his costars who moaned about having to wash out their mouths after kissing scenes have been properly disciplined, he said, "Yeah, they got a good thrashing!" Probably by Harrison; he next plays "a bad high school student" in a Showtime movie called Bang Bang, You're Dead. A victimizer? "A victimizer!" he said triumphantly.
In another corner, that pinchable Hal Sparks said his character, Michael, is evolving, too, "and has to deal with the fact that his new guy slept with Brian at one point." Pleasewho hasn't? But Sparks's biggest concern is that the show's gay ghetto comes off more West Hollywood than Pittsburgh, "and we might be the cause of a mass exodus out of the South and into Pittsburgh." But the rush of incoming queens will make it into a gay mecca, right? "Yeah," he said, "we might germinate a huge gay community. Just one little showlook what we can do!"
And look at what Brian can dowith his mouth alone. "He's still slutty," Gale Harold, who plays him, told me. (You can't expect everything to change.) "His sexual scope has been impacted by a bit of trauma, but I think he'll get it back after he mourns and grieves." I bet before he mourns and grieves. Haroldwho was nice enough to forgive a sliming I once gave him based on erroneous info in the Postjoked to me that there'll be a Queer as Folk animated feature, "and I think you're up for the voice of Emmett. I can help you out. It's from the makers of Hasbro's Spiderman that never got released." Sorry, kid, I don't do voice-oversor relationships.
Sidebar: What the fuck is everyone's problem with the upcoming gay channel? It won't add to alcoholism and domestic abuse, as one schmo said on Fox News. It's just an entertainment option, and one that will provide gay employment and programming that it's really hard to argue with, even if it doesn't answer the riddle of the Sphinx. (Does Lifetime? Does Oxygen?) Just give me a show on it and shut up!
While we're on that channel, let's talk about John Blair, who owns the state-of-the-art Chelsea bar xl and does those eternal Roxy Saturdaysthe focal point of many a mass exodus from the South. As you know, his Flatiron Entertainment now owns the legendary Limelight, which has been unexpectedly granted another gasp and even a liquor license, paving the way for some real-life animated action. Blair tells me that the clubonce a church, then a debauchwill be redesigned by the xl people, who've checked out nightspots from Boston to Vegas for visual inspiration. ("There are no original ideas," admits Blair, who says the "xl meets gothic" result will be unveiled in September.)
By then, we'll have a better idea of whether our new mayor is any less of a fun-dampening tyrant than the last guy. Says Blair, "I'd like to see Bloomberg continue to do the things Rudy did that were positive, like push for club owners' accountability to neighbors, but on the other hand, you can't tie our hands behind our backs." (Speak for yourself, hon.)
Um, er, is Blair's Limelight takeover just a nominal change to throw attention away from beleaguered ex-owner Peter Gatien? "This is no front for anyone," he insisted. "Peter hasn't told me about his plans. I don't wish him any ill will, but it doesn't fit into anything we're doing." In fact, Blair's personal mantra is: "We're in the business of selling liquor, not drugs." Hopefully people will still want to go!
Moving on to the over-the-counter stuff, I know this is ancient history, but I can understand Winona Ryder's pain, having just seen her in a trailer for an Adam Sandler movie. Still, Winnie should have come clean; the old "I was just doing research for a movie" excuse wouldn't wash even if she was working on a movie. Sorry, dear, but illegal acts are still illegal, even if done in the name of kitsch art (and even if celebrity justice gets you off the hook). Come on, Anthony Hopkins isn't eating people and saying, "I'm rehearsing for the next Hannibal." I know you're crying out for help and trying to reclaim a sense of power, but sticky fingers only diminish your power and whittle away at your dignity. Kindly realize your creative beauty, distance yourself from prescriptions and Courtney Love, and buy yourself something nice.
As for sleazy behavior that I approve of, my fave feature on Metal-sludge.com is the one that uses groupie dish to evaluate the penis sizes and sexual tastes of various heavy metal stars. Not surprisingly, a lot of the rockers are well hung, but don't always know what to do with it, their sexual scope probably impacted by a bit of trauma. Among the entries: "A good kisser, but can't last long once he bones you"; "If you don't swallow, he'll wanna cum on your tits. You wanna try a dildo out on him? He'll say yes!"; and finally, "You'll have more luck waking up Chris Farley than this guy once he's in the unloaded state." Still, he's rich and famous and looks good in a double harness, so I'll take it! (If you gild it, it will come.)
In the world of pop-star sex habits, I hear that the company that puts out the esteemed Blacktail and Celebrity Sleuth magazines has nabbed some birthday-suit shots of Blu Cantrell from when she was named Tiffany, and they're truly blu entertainment. Spies also say that kooky Janet Jackson is dating Q-Tip, who's supposedly so named because of his illustrious privates. Lucky herbut even if she's the future Mrs. Tip, she'll still be Miss Jackson, if you're nasty.
You want well-hung Broadway divas? Well, Beatrice Arthur's one-person show will be competing with Elaine Stritch's, but their rivalry started way before that. As Stritch reveals in her performance, she was once up for a sitcom, but acted up at the audition, paving the way for someone else to get the roleDorothy on Golden Girls! Meanwhile, golden-voiced Barbara Cook is pitch perfect in her Mostly Sondheim show, her lilting soprano piercing to the core of the material for a heart-stopping evening of love and wit. What an enchanting nighteven Scott Rudin would like it!
My other fave diva these days is that Dell commercial guy, whom millionsI'm just guessingwould like to try a dildo on. Well, The Wall Street Journal reports he's 21-year-old NYU student Benjamin Curtis, and he's already afraid of being typecast as a slacker! But the slackest thing on earth is the way they're still running those ancient Sunday Times home delivery ads, the ones with that annoying woman saying, "I think the only thing I enjoy more than doing the crossword puzzle is actually finishing it." The bitch is never gonna finish it. Yank her off!
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