Not to be outdone by his brother Dave’s blossoming romance with Zac Efron, James Franco climbed to the rooftop of his assumedly swanky NYC apartment building to profess his love for his live-in boyfriend, actor Scott Haze.
Well maybe not climb per se, and perhaps profess is a strong word. But read between the lines here, people. And if that doesn’t work, make shit up. It works for James.
A New York Times style piece on the renaissance man we love to hate to love details the intimate moments of one post-performance night shared with “more than just a friend” Scott Haze.
Actually, the exact quote is, “They are now so close that describing them merely as friends would be a disservice.” Don’t you dare cheapen what they have.
The two share a late night meal, talk gay cinema, then have that awkward moment when two town cars arrive but only one is needed — the celebrity equivalent of “no, we’d like one queen, not two twins.”
An assistant pointed him and Mr. Haze to two waiting town cars. Mr. Franco expressed surprise, since they needed only one.
“We live in the same place,” he said.
Sounds like a pretty typical marriage to us, and we couldn’t be happier for them. Mazel tov!
In other news, somewhere in Manhattan James Franco is giggling to himself for adding more spices to his gay rumor media stew. Careful James — don’t let it boil over, now.