• P. Diddy confounded us yesterday, but this so-called "interracial men's masturbator" really makes us go, "Hmmmm?" As in, "Hmmm, is this more 'interracial', 'uneven pigmentation' or 'supremely disturbing'?"

• Why we shouldn't use the word "homosexual".

&bull Bill Donahue's shrieks got the Chocolate Christ show canceled.

• The Detroit police department may have ruled Andrew Anthos' death an accident, but the National Gay and Lesbian Task Force wants justice. And they're willing to pay $5,000 for it.

• Gay bloggers do stuff and shit.

• Sacha Baron Cohen's having a baby.

• International Homophobic Alliance away! (This is a job for Ass Licker!)

• Ann Coulter's face smeared with doo-doo? Sign us up!

Blogger Jon Swift just sent us an email with a link to an article he claims a reader had sent him in response to his piece, the explosively entitled, "Tim Hardaway Makes Homophobia Look Bad". Obviously we read that piece before checking out the aforementioned link, so let's take a few seconds to work it over.

First and foremost, it's worth mentioning that Swift describes himself as "reasonable conservative" whose only news comes from Fox News, Rush Limbaugh and Jay Leno. He must have gotten his lines crossed, though, because in this particular piece, he references CNN's Wolf Blitzer. While covering the Tim Hardaway scandal, Wolfe apparently likened queers in the locker room to queers in the military. Like any good conservative sports fan, Swift took the ball and ran.

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A day after Amanda Marcotte announced her departure from the John Edwards campaign, Melissa McEwan's offered her resignation. The girls, of course, came under fire after Catholic League President and onion dip hater Bill Donohue called them "foul-mouthed bigots" for comments on their personal blogs.

Apparently McEwan worried about all the negative attention being lobbed at her and her family. She wrote on her personal blog, Shakespeare's Sister:

I would like to make very clear that the campaign did not push me out, nor was my resignation the back-end of some arrangement made last week. This was a decision I made, with the campaign's reluctant support, because my remaining the focus of sustained ideological attacks was inevitably making me a liability to the campaign, and making me increasingly uncomfortable with my and my family's level of exposure.

McEwan also says she was a technical advisor on the campaign, not a blogger, as people

Eeks! We almost missed these pictures from our friend over at Petulant Rumblings. In case you can't tell, yes, that's the wee PR in a bread truck. He apparently grew up in the schticks (North Carolina) and had limited entertainment, parental guidance. Although, we must agree with the accompanying note:

Who can't love a child playing in a truckload of bread with a donut in his hands? Good times!!

If you look to the right, you'll notice cleanliness apparently he's been a filthy bugger since day one. Figures...

(PS: If you kids sent in your pics and we missed them, our most sincere apologies. Our next issue will involve some pictures, as well - so tune in Monday to see what we're looking for...)

Cutie-patootie Jeremy Hooper over at Good as You just sent us this link and we thought we'd pass it along. Apparently he's made an appearance on gay news show, In The Life and caused quite a stir. Though most people write to congratulate him, he got a not-so-love note from a Pennsylvania man reading thus:

I just saw your clip on T.V... You CAN'T just expect everyone to be okay with you, and your life. Your (sic) a fag, and that fine, but keep it to yourself. Trust me, if I ever walk by you on the street with my kids and I see you kissing or holding hands with some dude, I'll brake (sic) every bone in your gay little body. Keep your shit behind closed doors, so children can't see you.

A regular Nancy Drew, Hooper connected the dots and found that the man works for Philadelphia-based, Enterprise Steaks. Now, Hoopers's asking his readers to take matters into their own hands by sending some love notes of their own. So, if you're down to stir some shit, head on over and join the fun. Bring us back a steak. We're famished..

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.

You see before you the inaugural installment for The Youth Issue. Pretty exciting, no?

When planning out the issue, we had a bit of struggle deciding how to start it off. Then we realized there's really no better choice than legendary homo-journo, Michael Musto (pictured, circa 1964). He's been snarking it up since before we even knew the meaning, targeting closeted celebrities long before Perez Hilton and generally being fabulous for more years than we can count (but, to be fair, we can't count above seven).

In celebration of the publication of his new retrospective collection, La Dolce Musto, editor Andrew Belonsky and Musto got all cozy like at New York City's B Bar for a little post-work heart-to-heart. If ever there were a conversation to read, this is it - seriously, it's got more delicious bits than an Equinox gym.

Such as? Well, such as Musto's remembrance of ACT UP, a particularly memorable Michael Alig party and his explanation of why Joan Crawford's a total liar.

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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.

We always suspected that fellow blogger Keith Boykin had a penchant for pinning athletic young men to the mat, but we never knew he had such impressive guns. Keith wrestled four exhausting matches on Sunday and Monday to come away with the top award in his weight class at the Gay Games in Chicago. Who ever said bloggers aren't bad-ass should be eating their words.

I Won The Gold! [Keith Boykin]