With all the booze-soaked ink spilled over British import, Amy Winehouse, it's easy to forget that the notorious party girl's first and foremost a soulful, gifted singer. To help dispel the hooch-infused mist, let's al take a second to enjoy her second single from Back to Black: "You Know I'm No Good". Not just a drunk. She's a troublesome vixen. But, of course, she's the first to admit it...

• There's a scourge wreaking sartorial havoc on gay communities - men who refuse to age gracefully. Pretty scary, right? Don't worry, Patrick Huguenin can help. First, you have to decide where you're coming from and where you want to go. We're leaning toward a rake (pictured). Pretty sexy for a sketch, no? [Genre]

• Outrage! outraged over Ghana's anti-gay laws. They best be careful, lest they have another Nigeria controversy. [UK Gay News]

• Arkansas advanced a bill to ban gay adoptions. Fuckers. [Arkansas News]

• Mr. Show on reparative therapy. [QueerSighted]

• Where's The Simpsons Movie premiering? Springfield, of course. Which Springfield? That depends on which one's got the most Simpsons love. [Houston Chronicle]

• Lesbians love Amy Winehouse and her drunken ways. But, really, who doesn't? [AfterEllen]

• Matt Sanchez had a little chat with Michelangelo Signorile. Joe from Joe.My.God's totally got the audio. Best if taken with a grain of salt and a whole lotta disbelief. [Joe.My.God]

• Gay veteran and Don't Ask activist, Eric Alva to General Peter Pace: "Judging gay men and women in the military for factors unrelated to their fitness to serve undermines our military's effectiveness." [Pink News UK]

• HRC said something, too. [HRC]

• General Peter Pace to world: "I admit I shouldn't have said anything, but I'm still not apologizing to a bunch of immoral butt fuckers. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go fuck Ann Coulter up the ass." [HuffPo]

• Finally, a friend sent us the video for a German toilet commercial. Let's just say it makes us reconsider how, where and when we do our next line of blow. See for yourself, after the jump...

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In other totally inane gossip, chanteuse Amy Winehouse's made a few enemies over the weekend after London's G-A-Y club (it's gay). Not only did she make her fag fans wait until 1:45 in the am, but she only performed for ten minutes before tottering to the side of the stage for a little puke. It seems the famed drunkard had been on an all day bender with allegedly reformed booze-hound Kelly Osborne. Surprisingly, her stomach couldn't take the pressure and needed a little relief.

A backstage source tells UK's Daily Mirror:

Everyone knew something was up as soon as soon as she arrived smelling of booze and quite unsteady on her feet. She was also as white as a sheet and began retching before even going on stage. Once she was up there, however, it was an excruciating performance and she barely got through the first number... She was quite tearful and emotional afterwards although she was so tipsy you could barely understand what she was saying. Eventually she said she couldn't go back on and kept saying sorry over and over again.

The gays, apparently, booed and demanded their money back. We can't help but wonder what they expected from a woman who sings about loving the hooch and refusing to go to rehab? You're begging for a stumbling husk of a performer. Although, there is a certain amount of professionalism in being a professional fuck-up. Shit, if Pete Doherty can screech through a song with a needle in his arm, one would hope Winehouse could keep things under control. Or, at least, keep things down...

What a more fitting name for a known drunk British chanteuse than Amy Winehouse? The 23-year old Jazz singer burst (stumbled?) onto the scene back in 2003 with her debut, Frank. After three years and multiple booze-related arrests, old Winey wowed us once again with her follow-up, Back to Black. This here's the her drinker's dissent, "Rehab". It's about - well, how she doesn't want to go...

We were in a similar boat once. Let's just say we didn't sound so good. Nor did we sell countless records for doing so. Nope, we ended up with no less than five restraining orders, a bounty hunter on our tail and a nasty case of the spins.