New York's a wild town. Sure, it gets much of its reputation from the hustle and bustle of international culture, fashion, art and everything in-between, but the true meat comes from its fierce, uninhibited inhabitants. Take, for example, downtown darling Ladyfag.

Since moving from Toronto, this woman has taken the nightlife scene by storm, commingling with the freshest - and most made-up - faces in town. Ladyfag lives her life as she sees fit - taking chances, pushing envelopes and making no apologies for her love of the glittering game:

Most of the things I do, my parents would not approve of, but if you ever go out in queer nightlife, you know what wild’s all about. It’s just being over the top. Just meet me at The Cock one time and you’ll see wild styles!

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Life, they say, happens in an instant. And New York-based photographer Jeremy Kost's there to capture it. Readers have seen Kost's work here before - namely: his coverage of the Independent Spirit Awards.

The Texas-born artist doesn't spend all of his time on the red carpet, capturing celebs with his signature polaroid style. An aficionado of all things nocturnal, Kost has snapped many a New York night, producing thousands of images. A select few of those images made it into his show at The SoHo Grand: "Not a Play Area". Not a bad achievement for someone who fell into photography on a whim and - more surprisingly - for only about five years.

The 29-year old isn't stopping there, however. He's got loads up his sleeves. Read what he had to say about his seemingly bright future, intimacy and lending Andy Warhol a helping hand. But, first, the important shit: diet coke - can or bottle? Find out Kost's take, after the jump.

To see Kost's show, get that cute little tush of yours over to SoHo Grand. "Not A Play Area" will be up from this very second until April 15th. Plan accordingly. And, of course those of you looking to do a little cyber-stalking, you may be intrigued by his website: RoidRage.

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• 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.

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.

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]