Clay Cane must have a death wish. First, the homo-journo took on former lesbian publisher turned proselytizer, Charlene Cothran. Now, he's taking on the likes of P. Diddy, Tigga and Trick Daddy.

In a post entitled Bottoms Up, Cane labels a number of hip-hop's "heteros" stars a number of variants of "bottom". Diddy, for example, has been deemed "100% Power Bottom". We believe it. Cane goes on to refer to Russell Simmons as "Old School Early 80s Pre-Condom Porn Bottom", while he finds 24-year old Yung Joc (pictured) guilty of "Shuckin' and jivin' for mass' slut-puppy bottom!" Ouch.

Cane doesn't restrict his categorizations to just hip-hop - or men. Serena Williams can now proudly boast that she's been named a "1000% Well Hung Colon Reconstructing Top". Her sexual partners have 1000% odds of needed colon reconstruction? We're not down with those odds.

• Terrance Dean to write homo hip-hopper tell-all, Hiding in Hip-Hop: Confessions of a Down Low Brother in the Entertainment Industry. Juicy!

• Michigan Court of Appeals voided the state's domestic partnership laws. Shitty!

• Governor Eliot Spitzer proposes $3.6million budget increase for NY's gay organizations. Super!

• CNN gets all 7th grader on Fox News. Catty!

• Thai Trannies still called "disordered". Rude!

Mark you calendar, kids, because on February 20nd, PBS will be airing Byron Hurt's investigative documentary, Hip-Hop: Beyond Beats and Rhymes in which Hurt explores the at times violent, misogynist and homophobic underbelly of hip-hop culture and economy.

Narrowing in on the homophobic aspect of the film, AfterElton's perhaps appropriately named Robert Urban sat down for a little chat with the straight director.

That's right, we said it: straight. So, how does a straight director deal with taking on an unspoken and undoubtedly hostile aspect of hip-hop: uncomfortably. Urban points out that Hurt's nervousness come through loud and clear, to which Hurt replies:

Honestly, I am not always comfortable having conversations about homosexuality and homophobia. It wasn't as if I was completely fearless about it. I felt it was important to...show my discomfort at times, like when I was talking to the transvestite guys. I know I have a lack of awareness and understanding about things. I want to make sure I say the right thing and don't come off as being ignorant. One can see there's some hesitation on my part.

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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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Believe it or not, but De La Soul's Three Feet High and Rising was editor Andrew Belonsky's first CD. He bought it because he thought it would make him cool. It didn't work. This single, "Me, Myself and I" provides a superb example of why early hip-hop made us hop so much (even if it didn't make us so hip).

Founded way back in 1989, the New York trio (Kelvin Mercer, Vincent Mason and David Jude Jolicoeur) caught the eye of super producer Prince Paul. Since then they've gone on to record nine stellar albums. But, Three Feet's still our favorite. There's no replacing one's first love.

Cazwell has always been one of Queerty’s favorite downtown scenesters. Think Eminem meets Amanda Lepore. He is a hip-hop’s highest ranking homo and his new record deserves mad props, um, we mean, your attention.

It takes balls to reinvent Loose Joints’ disco classic “Is It All Over My Face.” Yes, it's the song from Paris is Burning and Cazwell pulls it off. Rapping about the sex-crazed, pre-AIDS days he reinvents the disco gem into dirty rap. And it so works.

With lyrics as filthy “it’s all over your face, tell me how does it taste” how could we not love it? West End Records has the MP3s to download.

Cazwell [Official Site]
Cazwell: All Over Your Face [West End Records]