Tyson Ballou is summer-ready.
BROKEN NEWS: Phylllis Diller celebrating Barbra Streisand in 2001.
Mitt Romney not a fan of Barack Obama's. (Who cares?)
Colorado Republican storms away angrily from Aurora victim's dad.
Marriage equality in France is a done deal.
Cannes shooter: "It really appears to be a crazy guy."
Catholic loon Bill Donhue jumps on the IRS wahhh!mbulance.
Jason Bateman & Will Arnett give 'em something' to talk about:
In case you haven't heard, Michael Musto, the longtime Village Voice nightlife reporter and gossip-with-a-purpose, was fired by the paper in a recent "bloodbath" of employees. What the bottom-liners at The Voice don't seem to realize is that in firing Michael Musto, they've voted to kill the paper off entirely. As the editor of a teen magazine I founded, I was often told, "You are that magazine." I always knew that wasn't entirely true, but I do think that proclamation applies to Michael Musto—he truly was the voice of The Village Voice.
A full scene from Wade Gasque's gay film Where We Belong was just released to help reignite Kickstarter interest. This is the flick featuring pornstar Johnny Hazzard (real name, Frankie Valenti). Yea or nay? See it after the jump...
An app that helps you decide whether to buy or "buycott" an item that may be putting money into the pockets of the Koch Brothers and other villains.
THE NEW MARLENE: Preview Madonna's MDNA Tour on Epix.
First-ever film adaptation of a David Sedaris piece to open Outfest.
Herndon Graddick resigns as GLAAD director after a year.
Will Harry Reid really go nuclear this time?
President Obama is squeaky-clean, conservatives can't get over it.
I'LL TAX YOU FIRST: Tagged as a hate group...by Bette Midler.
Colin Egglesfield is attractive.
Sentences can end in prepositions.
New gay dads (my pals) Matt & Josh meet their new twins:
BOY CULTURE REVIEW: ** out of ****
The other evening, I caught Murder Ballad, a new musical living at the Union Square Theatre that stars Will Swenson (Hair), Caissie Levy (Ghost: The Musical), John Ellison Conlee and Rebecca Naomi Jones. This represents a second life for the work, which knocked (some of) 'em dead at the Manhattan Theatre Club's The Studio at Stage II.
The bottom line is that while the cast is killin' it, I'm afraid the show itself is offed by its own music.
Model Bruno Vega doesn't make love to the camera so much as he skull-f*cks it.