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This is 15-year-old Miley Cyrus' panty model boyfriend, 20-year-old Justin Gaston having a gay old time at some party a few months ago. Um....where can I get on the Evite mailing list for these kind of parties? I could do without all the Satan eyes and pit jizz, but I'm all for shirtless wrestling. And by that I mean "cuddling and canoodling."

If you add some strobe lights, a Kylie Minogue soundtrack, and a couple of drag queens, this would look exactly like a West Hollywood dance club.

Here's a few more of Gaaaaston in a crop top. Only Miley would date a bitch who wears a fucking half-shirt. Crop shirts are only okay for tops in a hurry who don't want to get a little ass jelly on their shirt hem.

And is Gaston drinking a cup full of warm pee pee in the sixth thumbnail? Forget it. I don't want on that Evite list after all. I don't play that pissy pissy shit.

Chace Crawford's carefully coiffed Joan Crawford eyebrows made the cover of V Magazine. I hope his eyebrows got their own spread. They definitely got their own team of stylists. Raven Symone is probably slapping at her eyebrows as punishment for not looking like Chace's. Chace better put a security team on his brows, because Raven is coming for them on her Segway! Amber alert!

Here's a couple more of the way too pretty ladyboy stealing Zac Efron's look in "Hairspray." And I'm pretty sure V stands for Veryveryverygay.

Today in Los Angeles, John Travolta wiped Tommy Girl's saliva from his hungry hole, glued a shaved beaver's ass on his head, put on his big boy pilot costume and headed over to LAX to celebrate the inaugural flight of Qantus airlines brand new Airbus A38.

Don't worry, Johnny didn't fly that plane. He was just there to look like big queen and ass queef over the new plane.

Here's more of the seventh member of the Village People, the dead creature on his head and Olivia Newton-John in Los Angeles today.

There's been a million rumors that Will Smith and Jada Pinkett are both raging homos who are using their fake marriage to cover that shit up. The latest gay rumor about the Fresh Prince of Bel Air comes from some Hollywood Madam who claims she has sold him dick in the past. The madame tells Ian Halperin that before she moved her whore game from Hollywood to NYC this year, Will Smith was one of her clients.

She said, “I had to reassure him over and over that I could guarantee discretion. Once I convinced him I could, he placed his order. It was for a man. I had 14 women working for me and two guys. You’d be surprised at how many Hollywood stars requested the services of the guys.”

Does this madam bitch know the meaning of the word "discretion"? Will should let John Travolta know to never buy peen from that shady bitch again.

If Will wanted some easy ass without strings, why wouldn't he just hang out in Tommy Girl's alien sex dungeon? Tommy probably has available dick on staff 24-hours a day.

And the madam failed to mention two very important things: how big is the peen and does he take it in the doody?

VIA Queerty

During last night's episode of "Survivor," Marcus, the floppy peen flasher, kissed Charlie on the shoulder after they won the "hitting fruit" challenge. Hit a fruit, kiss a fruit!

Marcus claims to be straight and Charlie is a big flamer who has already declared his lust for his alliance partner.

Why would Marcus kiss him on the shoulder? Out of all places? If I was Charlie, I'd be fucking pissed. The shoulder is the last place I want to be kissed. Especially since Charlie's shoulder is all dirty and shit.

Maybe Marcus doesn't want to hit Charlie's ass and he's just playing him? I mean, thanks to that little bit of PDA, Charlie will never EVER vote out Marcus. Fuck. Charlie might even take the fall for Marcus in the future. He'll gladly go down for Marcus in order to go down ON Marcus. You can't blame him.

Whatever the case may be, I just hope that if Charlie and Marcus ever got it on in the dark, the producers didn't film it in that night vision shit. I want full-on lights and a sexy soundtrack.

Here's a couple more pictures of these two maybe-lovahs getting friendly. Charlie's eyes are totally telling us, "I'm going to ride this shit."

Source: Square Hippies

Thanks Mike!

First of all, this beautiful picture is bringing tears to my eyes. Rojo Caliente with a Taco Bell in the background! This picture could only be more perfect if Spaghetti Cat was in one of the windows with a big bowl of Pintos 'n Cheese in front of him. Delicious.

Anygassy, Rojo and her cranky lady wife are still in Los Angeles, but they should think about cutting their trip short so that they can come back to NYC to start planning their Connecticut wedding.

The Connecticut Supreme Court ruled 4-3 today that gays and gayelles can now get hitched in the state like everyone else. They decided the ban on gay marriage was unconstitutional or some shit. Connecticut, California and Massachusetts are now the 3 states that allow us gays to ruin our lives by getting married. Go to CNN to read all the details.

When California overturned the ban, Cynthia Nixon said they were going to wait until New York makes it legal. Connecticut is veeeery close, so it totally counts. Hopefully, Connecticut starts issuing marriage license to the gays and gaylles soon. The fall leaves of Connecticut would perfectly compliment Rojo's fire ginge top. I always imagined Rojo as an autumn bride, so this is more than perfect.

Below are a few more pictures of the hopefully soon-to-be Mrs. and Mrs. Rojo Caliente renting a car in L.A. yesterday. That car is not fit for the loveliness Rojo. Where's the pick-up truck?!

Even Gayken's turkey baster baby is saying, "DUH!" Gayken officially came screaming out of the closet on the cover of People Magazine. Do you hear that? It's the sound of thousands of middle-aged conservative Claymates tearing down their Gayken shrines. Hahaha! We told you, dumb bitches!

VIA Huffington Post

Gus Van Zant directed James Franco in that new "Milk" movie and he also interviewed him for Interview Magazine (via Radar Online). During their conversation, cover girl Zac Efron's name came up. Gus offered him the small role of "pizza guy" in "Milk." And by "pizza guy" he means "Pass Around Pam." Anygay, James talks about how he met Zac at the VMAS. I bet you James had a boner while he was telling the story.

JF: So then when I saw him at the MTV Movie Awards, I was like, "Hey man Good to meet you, Zac. I really like the movie, and I just worked with Gus, and he tried to get you in the movie." And Zac was like, "Yeah, yeah. It just didn't work out." And I was like, "Well you should really do a movie with Gus. I think it would be a good contrast to your other stuff." He's like, "Yeah, maybe." And then I was walking away to go back to my seat, and he tapped me on the shoulder and said, "We should do it together, man." And he, like, gave me a high five. He was really the nicest guy.

GVS: Yeah. He is really nice. We should all do a Judd Apatow movie. You and Zac and me.

JF: Yeah. You should do a movie that Judd produces, and we'll do it with Zac. What do you think?

GVS: Keep your eyes open for it.

JF: What kind of movie do you think it could be?

GVS: I'll have to think about that one.

JF: IF you have an idea and it's like me and Zac playing basketball or delivering pizzas or whatever, I'm in.

They totally want to lick each other's peens. I mean, they high-fived! They might as well have sucked each other's assholes right there in front of everyone. I would've been okay with this as long as they taped it and then immediately uploaded it to the internet.

James and Zac as basketball playing pizza delivery guys? Um....two words immediately come to mind: GAY PORN. Since Judd Apatow is involved, here's a few titles they can choose from:

Step Brothers Who Do Each Other
The 40 Year Old Butt Virgin
Peen In Asshole Express

VIA Gawker

Maddox's daddy has donated 1 Brangelina dollar to fight the gay marriage ban in California. Oh, 1 Brangelina dollar is 100,000 American dollars. The LA Times reports, that Brad announced he is giving up $100,000 from his own checking account to fight California's Proposition 8, a November ballot measure that would eliminate same-sex couples' right to get married.

Brad said: "Because no one has the right to deny another their life, even though they disagree with it, because everyone has the right to live the life they so desire if it doesn't harm another and because discrimination has no place in America, my vote will be for equality and against Proposition 8."

So far, Brad's $100,000 donation is the largest to the NO ON PROP 8 campaign by an A-list celebrity. Come on, Tommy Girl! Step it up! And by "step it up" I don't mean get higher lifts.

If Prop 8 passes, that means Ellen and Portia's beautiful gayelle married bliss would be null and void. Don't make the gayelles sad. The world stops turning when lesbians cry.

71-year-old George Takei married his 54-year-old partner Brad Altman in Los Angeles yesterday evening. The two oldies have been together for 21 years. If you still want to look at the same pair of saggy prune sacks after 21 years, then it must be true love.

200 of George and Brad's (like Clooney & Pitt) friends and family helped celebrate their new union. George's "Star Trek" co-stars, Nichelle Nichols and Walter Koenig, served as maid of sexy and best man. Nichelle told People, "I was fighting back the tears. But they came oozing out anyway. I'm so happy that they're both able to legally proclaim their commitment to one another after spending the past 21 years together." I want a gay wedding just so Nichelle Nichols can show up and "ooze" tears.

Before making it legal, George said to reporters in his cashmere-on-velvet voice, "Live long and prosper!"

He never gets sick of saying that, does he? Maybe he can't even help it. He's said it so many times in his lifetime that it's etched in his brain and won't wash away. He probably says it like 300 times a day. It's the first thing he says in the morning and the last thing he says at night. His new husband has learned to drown that shit out.

I shouldn't joke. That's going to be me in a few years. My stupid lingo is going to stick with me until my dying days and I won't be able to help it. In 50 years, when I'm sitting in the retirement home with a hot cup of Ensure next to me, I'm going randomly blab about "memaws, chicken cutlets, lucite and no-no holes." If this happens, just pass me the bowl of Werther's Originals and ignore me for the rest of the day.

Anyoldgay, congrats to these two pepaws! May the rest of their days be filled with love, Metamucil, Icy Hot and caramel squares! Wait, do you think that pepaw gays use Icy Hot instead of lube? I mean, it kills two birds with one stone....so to speak.