Heeding our call for your Youthful pictures, fellow blogger Jeremy Hooper of Good As You sent us this comparative study. On the left, you see Hooper circa 1985. Looks like a sweet kid. Then, on the right, you see a shot snapped last year. Notice the difference? Well, there's not much of one: still looks pretty sweet to us. Which makes us wonder, of course, what he's hiding? No doubt some deep dark dementia lies behind those pretty little eyes.

Claire Zulkey just sent us a link to her interview with gossip-monger, Perez Hilton. While we're not big Perez readers, we're sure some of you out there probably are, so we're passing it along (you're welcome). We will, however, mention that we find this excerpt…um, well, not so much intriguing as perplexing:

Zulkey: Which celebrities that you've hung out with thus far can you say seem like the most genuine/down to earth?
Hilton: John Stamos. He's a dear, dear friend, super nice, honest, normal, sweet, generous, amazing guy.

What?!? John Stamos and Perez Hilton are friends? Not only are they friends, they're "dear, dear" friends? Two "dears"? That's practically fucking marriage!

Who can we count among our "dear, dear" friends? (No, seriously, can somebody tell us, because we're at a loss…)

Oh, also: Hilton apparently has a reality-show in the works. (No comment.)

If there's one gay hand we want to shake right now, it's Lane Hudson. You may recall that Hudson's been credited as the man behind the Mark Foley scandal: the mystery blogger who first posted an "overly-friendly" email from the disgraced Republican to an underage Congressional page.

Though his involvement was largely conjecture, the 29-year old former Human Rights Campaign employee's now come forward as the homo-politico whose website helped bring down the GOP political machine. In an interview with The Washington Blade, Hudson says that he posted the emails to help thwart what he describes as known problem:

It became clear to me that there was a culture in Washington that knew about this activity and condoned it by doing nothing about it.

In his effort to expose Foley's salacious ways, Hudson posted the aforementioned email, which later gained national attention when posted by ABC News. While he won't disclose his sources, Hudson does say that he too had been targeted by Foley.

Hudson said his first inkling of Foley’s penchant for young men came through personal experience. Hudson said he met Foley in 1995 at a Washington bar during the time Hudson worked as a student intern at the White House during the Clinton administration. According to Hudson, Foley chatted with him and a few other White House interns at the bar, which Hudson declined to name, and asked for Hudson’s e-mail address. Hudson gave it and Foley soon began an e-mail exchange with him.

Of course, poor Mark Foley never could have known that Hudson would later play a role in the end of his political career, sparking a scandal that set of a chain of events which have helped boot the GOP.

Although, we're not sure that would have stopped him…

As you may or may not know, Out Magazine's Out 100 - their annual celebration of gay icons, leaders, and other notables - looms large on the horizon.

In celebration, they've enlisted some of Gayville's "biggest" names to blog-the-shit leading up to the November 10th event. Which names? Our friend Sam Spector, homo-songster Rufus Wainwright, Choire Sicha, and actor Michael Cavadias, to name a few.

Anyway, we moseyed on over to see how things are going and came across this piece on Out 100 honoree David Hauslaib: the man from whose loins we sprang. Here's a snippet of what Hauslaib had to say about his daily happenings:

"I go to the gym because my fat ass just got back from Paris and I need to work off the cheese.."

Wait. Hauslaib eats cheese? Fuck. Only rich people eat cheese. We've never even seen cheese. He told us he was living in a dumpster behind the LGBT Center and could only pay us in poppers and blowjobs!

He goes on to say that he sometimes works up to 14 hours a day. Right. Now that we know he's tasted that dairy product of the gods, we'll never trust another word he says. He's probably in Rome right now, eating grapes off of barely legal hookers and snorting lines of gold.

Wait… Oh no! We hear footsteps. We think he's coming for us…

While we hope all you crazy kids vote during next week's midterm elections, we're praying you all cast your ballots in Queer Click's first annual Gay Bloggie Awards. And, of course, we hope you vote for us: the sexiest, most entertaining, and downright swell homo-journos this side of the internet super highway.

And, once you're done casting your vote for the Bloggies, why not go on over to Lone Star Verve and do the same for their contest?

If we win, editor Andrew Belonsky will show you his left nipple. And if we win big, you'll get the right one, too. What a treat!

Those of you living around Provincetown (aka: Gayville) have surely been following the gay v. gay state representative race between Democrat muff-diver Sarah Peake and Republican cock-licker Aaron Malloy (pictured). Like any good republican, Malloy's not so keen on gay marriage.

Our friend Ryan Adams over at Ryan's Take sent us this link to an interview Malloy did with blue-style-canopy. Let's just say he's not the most coherent politician we've ever heard:

I.N.: Why are you against gay marriage?

A.M.:Basically I see it as being a right to vote and I think it would be voted down; the issue would go back to the Supreme Court who voted it in. The vote would be like a poll and it would give them a voice. If people wanted to collect 170,000 signatures, we should let them vote.

We guess we sort of understand what he's saying, but he's not really answering the question. Maybe that's because he doesn't really understand the sentiment behind marriage. He says:

I think gay marriage is an oxymoron. If I wanted to be married, I'd be straight, it's a heterosexual thing … What's really dividing people is that people feel like their right to vote is being taken away.

Yeah, if we wanted to be married, we'd be straight too. And a douche.

We've got to get something off our chest: we've got a total internet crush on Christopher Trottier, the sexy British boy behind the irreverently intriguing blog, quixoticals.

Today he brings us two notable entries. The first discusses how scientists have resurrected a long-dormant retrovirus not dissimilar to HIV. It seems that the nasty little bug was so powerful that it left a permanent stain on the human genome. Interesting, right?

While the second one's not as scientifically-minded, we think it's worth a mention. It seems Mr. Trottier found himself at a website devoted to confiscated prison weapons. He chose his favorite - a sharpened ruler - and wrote a nice little blurb on prison mentality, survival etc, etc…

Well, we navigated on over to said site and found our top pick, pictured above. We can't help but wonder, however, what the fuck someone would do with such a thing. What is it, anyway? A spoon wrapped in hair?

We don't think that's a weapon, we think that's a lonely, frustrated prisoner's humble attempt to mimic artist Swiss artist Meret Oppenheimer's infamous Fur Lined Teacup (pictured, bottom)

That's no criminal! That's an artist fighting a creative blockage! Next thing you know, it'll be on the auction block for five-figures. Imagine all the sharpened rulers you could buy…

While Mike Rogers busies himself attacking Ken Mehlman, a mysterious blogger has his or her claws out for a fight with Perez Hilton.

Given the celeb-obsessed bloggers biting comments an uncanny ability to piss people off, it's no surprise to hear that a Fuck Perez Hilton blog's stepped up to fire back.

We've never had a problem with Perez Hilton (although, a reader did recently ask us why we're always trashing him, an accusation that caught us off guard considering that we rarely utter his name), but we're inclined to say that he had this coming.

You can't make a career of being a meanie without a little backlash. What surprises us, however, is the severity of the remarks. For example, the writer had this to say about "Pig-face's" physical appearance:

I wish I could say that a little "Dr. 90210" would do him good, but there's no hope for this thing. I mean, he's even gotten nasty, pudgy little girly-hands.

Yikes. That's some cold shit. We're scared even posting this, lest we get targeted next.

This here's a dick wad. Literally.

Pretty gross, right?

Our friend the copyranter sent it to us. He's a sicko, but that's why we love him.

So who's under that scrotal mask? We don't know, but we've definitely got a theory.

See for yourself, after the jump.

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• Those gay animals in Oslo really know how to get down. [Celeb Hijinx]

• GOPper says that if Dems. win House, "Gay agenda will rule." (If only…) [365 Gay]

• AfterElton takes a look at "naughty" words. Fuck that. [AfterElton]

• The United Way throws the Boy Scouts some dough, despite their previous refusal over the group's anti-homo stance. Bollocks! [Proceed At Your Own Risk]

• We like hemp. And we like milk. But hemp milk? Gross. [US Newswire]

• People are bent out of shape over Kate Moss having a drink while pregnant. Whatever, her baby's lucky she's not blowing rails. Yet. [Best Week Ever]

• Speaking of coke: 7-Eleven is not down with Cocaine. The drink, that is… [Access GA via Agenda, Inc.]

With the New Jersey Supreme Court's affirmation of gay "marriage," we felt the uncontrollable urge to dance around like complete homo-buffoons.

The only problem was that we couldn't decide what song best fit our celebratory mood. Luckily we found ourselves paying a visit to our friends at Gayz of Our Lives (you know, the fashion mavens who brought us the top ten Freaky Fashion Trends for The Totally Frightful Issue).

While there, we found this link to DJ Revolucian's myspace page where you can find the dance remix of Barbara Streisand's recent "Shut The Fuck Up" flare up.

If there's a better song to dance to while telling homo-haters to "shut the fuck up" and let gays marry, we haven't heard it. Enjoy!

While the fact that someone's gone and made a Mark Foley doll - and that they're definitely going to make a bundle off of their creation - may be a bit disturbing to some, we're more disturbed by the emergence of a new blog: Confessions of a Bareback Top.

As if you can't figure it out, the site's devoted to the conquests of a bareback top who writes in his first post:

I am a "down-low" bareback top which means when you see me online or in chats with friends, I only confess to SAFE ONLY sex….but when my hook ups come over - I try my hardest to fuck them raw and cum inside of them - even if they ask me not to.

I have broken condoms, taken condoms off, and forced my load into young bottoms, etc.

Alright. We're not prudes. Far from it. In fact, we've twice been nominated for Whore-Slut-Slag of the Year. (Sadly, we didn't win.) But, we've got to say we're pretty grossed out by this new addition to the blogosphere.

We understand plenty of folk out there are into barebacking - and, you know, that's fine. If you want to fuck around and take chances, do it. What's exceptionally disturbing is that this man tricks people into barebacking. We're not lawyers, but this must be illegal. And, if it's not illegal, it should be.

What's more, homie has a disclaimer on his site that reads:

I would rather keep this site anonymous and not post any photos of myself nor would I post photos of my hookups because it would threaten the integrity of who I am and the fact that I'm not upfront about barebacking.

Does anyone else see something wrong with this repudiation? His "integrity" of not being "upfront"?

This guy's either a complete fucking idiot or…well, a complete fucking idiot. How can a lie have integrity? Have we slipped into some parallel dimension? Someone please explain, because we've been trying to figure it all out and developed quite the headache.

Hey! You! Yeah, you. Did you know that voting ends today for the 2006 Gay Bloggie Awards?

Well, it does.

And, you know, we really like you, so we were sort of hoping…you know, if you could show us some love, too.

Please? Pretty please with sprinkles and all that? If we win, we'll love you even more than we do now (as if that's possible). And, if we don't? Well, we don't even want to entertain the thought. It's far too painful.

• Nikki Hilton and some dicks open a new hotel. Actual dicks, not assholes. [Mollygood]

• Britain to introduce gay discrimination laws. Not yet, though: they've got to iron some things out, it seems. [BBC News]

• Hey guys, have you heard about Jeffree Star? Not yet? You will, because the singer's touring with Peaches. That is, if you still care about Peaches. [Virtual Matter]

• Anderson Cooper's mystery friend identified! A name's all well and good, but we want to know if they're doing it (read butt sex). [Gawker]

• Kenneth Hill's Project Runway limmerick has genius written all over it. Okay, that may be a stretch, but it's definitely clever. [AOL]

• GOP brats want the fags out - and we're not talking about the closet. This is news? [Los Angeles Times]

• Politico-homo Wayne Besen weighs in on gay Republicans. Heavy shit, that. [Wayne Besen]

• Inspired by our New Young Pony Club posting, New Now Next recalls other confectionary tunes. (PS: We think they have a crush on us. And we think we like it.) [New Now Next]

• Meanwhile, Made in Brazil has been stalking Lost's new star, Rodrigo Santoro. Whatever, he likes us more. [Made in Brazil]

What issue on fear would be complete without a piece on frightful fashions? Answer: none. To this end, we enlisted the help of our friends over at Gayz of Our Lives to make a top-ten of their sartorial no-no's.

If you're guilty of one or more of the offenses listed after the jump, expect to be scoffed at, scorned, and/or spurned at the boys' next party. Which party? How about their Halloween event at APT on October 31st here in NYC?

Show up wearing crocs and you're dead.

See what the GOOL-ies have to say for themselves, after the jump.

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