​Don't do a double take, folks.

That really IS Roy Orbison on the cover of Rolling Stone--as interpreted by Out Professionals' Twilla Duncan in a marvelous mockup.

​The gay ghetto known as Fire Island is starting to recover from a bad 2009, which is good news for the gays who work out all day so they can do drugs all night.

​As you know, Frasier star Kelsey Grammer is headed back to Broadway, playing Georges in the latest revival of the yay-gay musical La Cage aux Folles.

But as my media peer Andy Humm (from Gay USA) just pointed out to me, this is an odd bit of casting since in reality, Kelsey is a Republican, was a celebrity guest at Dubya's inauguration, and endorsed the likes of Giuliani and McCain.

Why is he doing a play that seems so antithetical to his political bent?

Did he need a job that badly?

Or is he just refreshingly expanding his palette?

Should we give him the hook or the ovation?

Before you answer, here's an interesting tidbit: The original Georges, Gene Barry, reportedly refused to ride in the same elevator with the show's chorus boys for fear of catching AIDS!

Do we have a trend here? Is this role cursed?

​Things get a little dullish at the boites sometimes, so on Tuesday night, at an East Village place called Urge, I was thrilled to spot a guy sitting at the bar with his butt crack brazenly sticking out like a business card.

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​When was everything in your life so aligned that you wished you could freeze the moment and be that age forever?

When did work, love, living, and roommates all click for you with such elation that you wanted to bottle the moment and try to experience it for the rest of your life?

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​CLICK HERE for my new column in which I talk about The Hurt Locker's Jeremy Renner, who projects all the stereotypical signs of a gay:

He was a makeup artist, he owned a house with a guy, he brought his mother to the Oscars...

What's up with that?

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​The first thoughts that come to mind whenever anyone reminds me that it's St. Patrick's Day are:

(1) The gays are dissed from the parade, which obviously celebrates all Irish people except openly queer ones.

(2) There'll surely be green vomit all over the streets tonight.

​I went to the cineplex to see a remake last night and got treated to trailers for a whole other bunch of remakes.

Hollywood is clearly repeating more than a cheap burrito.

There was a trailer for another Karate Kid, this time with Jackie Chan serving the chop socky and chop suey.

​Why on earth shouldn't Tiger Woods go back to filling holes with a
metal club?

After all, that's what he does! He's an athlete, remember?

And though Tiger has apparently nailed every female that moves, since when
is that illegal?

​There's no one alive who doesn't adore Peeps, those diabolically popular marshmallow treats that come shaped like candy-colored trees, ghosts, and other holiday-related objets, depending on the time of the year. (For Easter, they're bunnies that seem to multiply in my stomach. Yum.)

But here's the thing: While peeps are always culinary perfection, they can actually be more perfect if they're a little bit hard, like so very many other edible delights, ba-dum-pum.