OMG! Two of New York's most favorite queers had a brush with distaster in Dublin.

Singer Cazwell and - um - performer Amanda Lepore were meant to perform in the Irish city last weekend, but their plans blew up after someone called in a bomb. From Cazwell via his tenacious publicist. Preemptive [sic]:

Amanda and I got our show cancelled and you wanna know why… A BOMB SCARE! i shit you not. Our show in Dublin got a bomb scare. We were minutes away from going on at Club George in downtown Dublin when the police came in and told the host to get on the mic and evacuate the building. Amanda and I along with hundreds of Dublin Club kids had to wait outside for an hour before the performance was called off. All i know from police is they got repeat fone calls all day saying our show was gonna get bombed. The good news is Amanda and I are safe and are back in Good 'Ol New York City. Via first class no less.

Well, thank God for the little things, right?

The party seems to be over for club kids-cum-designers Richie Rich and Traver Rains. Rumor has it the boys are shuttering their fashion label, Heathette and heading in different directions.

Sources say Richie Rich is working on a fashion line of his own, to be called Rox and Riley (after his dogs, natch). Rich is also said to want to move to Los Angeles, where he is considering music and TV projects to go with a book about club kids that he is writing.

"Traver [Rains] is a great designer, and he was the one who really held it together," says a pal. "But he can't deal with Richie anymore."

Gossip=monger Ben Widdicombe also points out that the gents have come to the end of a $6 million deal with the Weisfeld group and pulled out of Fashion Week last January.

As if that evidence ain't damning enough, the company no longer has a publicist. So, if the company's not dead, it might as well be…

No word on who will get custody of Amanda Lepore.

• The New York Blade sounds off about people sounding off about Amanda Lepore's appearance at the HRC NYC dinner.

• The kids at BWE offer their view on former The View host Meredith Vieira's Diane Saywer lesbian fantasy fueled appearance on the Daily Show.

• The Feds have launched a search for Lou Pearlman, the man who helped launch N'Sync.

• The Concerned Women of America are concerned that Tim Hardaway's comments about hating gays will detract their gay hating movement, which uses love to hate. It's very progressive.

• Congress ain't down with Bush's plans to have troops down on the ground down in Iraq.

• We were supposed to post these pictures of the Jimmy Im-endorsed, Svedka/Queerty-sponsored, eastern bloc-housed, Wednesday-nighted party, Good Times, yesterday. Unfortunately, we got all sorts of thrown off by Tim Hardaway and that whole mess. So we're posting them now, in lieu of Queerty ReBUTTal, after the jump. Now featuring a special Mad Libs section!

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Who doesn't love Amanda Lepore? Well, okay, there's that HRC member who didn't appreciate her behavior at the group's NYC gala last weekend, but we think the majority of queers appreciate the legendary scenester's perspective, beauty and, yes, absurdity.

And speaking of absurdity, we can't get enough Tyra Banks. Sure, she's a terrible journalist, shamelessly patronizing and unbelievably full of herself, but we're hopelessly addicted to her television show. It's great therapy, actually. Whenever we're angry with the world, we just turn it on, yell at her utter stupidity and feel like a million bucks.

That said, you can be sure we loved the episode on which Lepore had a little heart-to-heart with the model mogul. So, we're posting it again for those of you who may have missed it.

(PS: We think Lepore's way prettier than busted ass Tyra.)

It's a Human Rights Campaign explosion up in here. Sorry to overload your morning, but we couldn't resist posting this picture of the Heatherette Boys, the venerable Amanda Lepore and HRC president Joe Solmonese. A photog snapped it at the non-profit's NYC gala dinner - a cousin of the Philly gala dinner at which John Amaechi will be appearing.

Question: how many fucking gala dinner's can one organization have? Oh, right, they're "the largest civil rights organization working to achieve gay, lesbian, bisexual and transgender equality". We forgot.

Heatherette designers Richie Rich and Traver Rains were there celebrating their "Heatherette Hearts HRC" t-shirt collabo of which Rich says:

Traver and I obviously would not be where we are today without the inspiration and support of our gay, lesbian, bisexual and transgender friends and customers. Heatherette has always been about equality — we’ve never geared our collection to one demographic.

Well, no, we suppose not, but one must admit that chaps may not be the biggest hit in Kansas. Oh, wait…

Back to the picture: it's not quite as iconic as the Perez Hilton, Joan Rivers, Michael Musto trifecta, but there must be a word for it. It's on the tip of our tongues, but we can't quite figure it out. So, reader, why don't you give us a hand. Or, rather, word. (We'll also accept a phrase - we can't stop thinking about Sesame Street, if you know what we mean.)

More pics after the jump…

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Sure, we love fashion week, but we're far more interested in the parties than the shows themselves. Seriously who wants to sit around in a crowded tent just to watch better looking people trotting around in clothes you can't afford? Snoozefest! That is, of course, if you can get a seat, which apparently you couldn't at Heatherette's Wizard of Oz themed show, according to the kids over at New York Magazine (really the Go Fug Yourself girls in disguise).

They saw the danger straight away, writing:

The first bad sign was the throng of people — many waving invitations — thwarted from simply getting inside the tent, period. Egregiously, the adorable, aged, venerated photographer Bill Cunningham was outside in the freezing cold.

Bill Cunningham? Those people are monsters! No one leaves The Grey Lady's social butterfly shutterbug in the cold!

From this day forward, we'll never, ever attend another fashion show - unless, of course, we get richer and/or better looking. But, we suppose we'd rather just get richer, then we can make ourselves better looking. Hey, it worked for Michael Lucas. Oh, wait, no it didn't. Okay, we stand by our original statement…

Hopefully you didn't destroy too many braincells this weekend and remember on Friday we posted part one of a two-part interview with one of our favorite New York City-based musicians, Cazwell. In case you did, in fact, do irreparable damage, here's the link to part one, in which he chatted about his growing up in Worcester, Massachusetts, his creative routine and what he'd do if he weren't making music.

Caught up? Good. We switch gears a bit in this installment. After the jump, read what Cazwell has to say about losing his virginity, why he doesn't call himself "hip-hop" and who he'd love to write an album for (hint: she's rich, blond and named after a city - oh, and a hotel).

(Also, be sure to head over to Cazwell's MySpace page and/or website for his upcoming tour dates. You'll be glad you did.)

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We've had a hard-on for Cazwell since we first came to NYC. How long ago was that? We can't say, both because we try not to date ourselves (unless it makes us look young) and we can't really recall…

Anyway, we were thrilled when his homies contacted us about reviewing the club-kid turned homo hip-hopper's upcoming album, Get Into It (Peace Bisquit). With a dab of electro-pop mixed with a healthy amount of old-school flavor, dance-ready beats, and irreverent lyrics, the funky, rap-heavy offering promises to become a faggot-favorite.

Sure, it may not be perfect, but given Cazwell's comedic timing, totally fuck-worthy persona, and a slew of guest stars, such as Amanda Lepore and Avenue D (one of the few bands to survive the fall of electro-clash), we have a feeling Cazwell's debut may even transcend the walls of gayville.

While the first single "All Over Your Face" deserves all the positive attention it's received, we're pretty keen on "I Buy My Socks on 14th Street" and "Do You Wanna Break Up?" We've posted the video for the latter above so you can form an own opinion and all that.

Even if you're not a fan of that particular track, the video features cameos by a who's who of NYC nightlife, including Candis Cayne, Michael Musto and Sophia Lamar. With a trannie bar brawl climax, it's sure to hit the spot.

Learn the words now so you can impress your friends when the album drops November 14th. Ya heard?

• Oprah watches "Flavor Of Love." And there are clips to prove it! [PopMuse]

• The Sartorialist features pics of dapper New Yorkers out on the streets. As random as it sounds, we love it. Scroll down to the Easter pics. So, so fantastic. [TheSartorialist]

• What your sleeping positions reveal about you and your lover. Don't be freaked out if you don't like to spoon all night; it doesn't mean you're not in a good relationship. It just means you hog the covers. [FemaleFirst]

• Illinois is creeping, creeping ever so slowly down the road towards rights for gay couples. Fast or slow, we're thrilled they're making the journey at all. [Rod 2.0]

• Definition of "The Love Bucket." Gross. A.k.a, the Gayest Blog Post Ever. Also: today is Jason's birthday, leave a comment and wish him a good one. [Jason'sRoom]

• So you can't find an Amanda Lepore doll? Buy a Dyke Doll instead. There must be a lesbian somewhere who could use one as a gift, hmm? [HotHouse]

Amanda Lepore, everyone’s favorite plastic tranny, is one-upping our girl RuPaul and going plastic once more. This time instead of having work done on face, she’s getting a doll version of herself. And there is not just one, but three in this series: Out Gear by David Barton doll, Couture Baby doll, and Fairytale Glam doll. No word on if they come with their own collagen lip injections.

But if anyone outside of New York wants them, they’re going to have to make a pilgrimage to the Holy Land of trannies, NYC. They’re going to be available exclusively at Jeffrey.

Morning Sickness: The Amanda Lepore Doll [Gawker]

• Heather Reznor, pr whiz for Michael Lucas, interviews Kara Janx. We love both of these girls. [Heather Fink]

• Mental note: We too want a Santino Rice birthday cake. [Santino Rice]

• Surfers have always been gayer than cowboys. [Towleroad]

• Let’s all collectively pray for an Amanda Lepore television show. [Brace-Face]

• A legend returns to blogging. She’s old school, bitches. [Jihky]

Barbie has taken a beating recently. Back in 2004 she split from Ken and since then she has watched her status as the top selling fashion doll edged out by the Bratz dolls. You know the Bratz dolls. They are the freaky dolls with the freakishly big heads. They’re basically Amanda Lepore dolls.

Well Barbie has seen the light of day and it appears the separation from Ken is ending. They’re back together. But as our reader Bill realizes, “Oh, dear. Ken and Barbie have reunited. The redesigned Ken is described as ‘Matthew McConaughey meets Orlando Bloom.’ How gay! He wears mesh shirts and cargo pants and has a ‘softer mouth.’ EEEEEEEK!”

Yep, it’s official: Barbie is a beard.

A Makeover of a Romance [NY Times]

Cazwell has always been one of Queerty’s favorite downtown scenesters. Think Eminem meets Amanda Lepore. He is a hip-hop’s highest ranking homo and his new record deserves mad props, um, we mean, your attention.

It takes balls to reinvent Loose Joints’ disco classic “Is It All Over My Face.” Yes, it's the song from Paris is Burning and Cazwell pulls it off. Rapping about the sex-crazed, pre-AIDS days he reinvents the disco gem into dirty rap. And it so works.

With lyrics as filthy “it’s all over your face, tell me how does it taste” how could we not love it? West End Records has the MP3s to download.

Cazwell [Official Site]
Cazwell: All Over Your Face [West End Records]

• Now that the holiday movies have come and gone we can anxiously await the porn movies borrowing from the blockbuster names. Our fave: Snatch Point [Manhattan Offender]

• Yet more meaningless and pointless blog awards have launched. These are the originals, though. And they still mean absolutely nothing. But, yeah, free feel to nominate us for a Bloggie. [Bloggies]

• We have found the perfect Valentine’s Day gift for your boyfriend. The Chocolate Clone-A-Willy kit allows you to make an edible chocolate copy of any penis. Swear to God. [Gizmodo]

• Amanda Lepore’s debut single "Champagne" has been released and is available online at iTunes. And, it’s actually not too bad. [Amanda Lepore Online]

• Brokeback Mountain looks as though it might be a boom to the prostitution industry. Gitty-up cowboy! [New America Media]

It’s not everyday that you get to see the amazing talents of Amanda Lepore. The fellas over at Photopia caught the tranny wonder on New Year’s Eve and have a video of her balloon show for your enjoyment. And we mean real balloons, not her breasts, though they too are inflatable. If it’s good enough for Keanu on NYE, it’s good enough for you queens too.

Also, check out John Cameron Mitchell, of Hedwig fame, singing a Christmas classic.

NYE in the NYC [Photopia]