Yesterday, we presented you with photographic evidence of what Sallie Toussaint refers to as Justin Timberlake's "fairy" behavior. The picture proved to be one of the most horrific images in human history and guaranteed the viewer years of nightmares, flashbacks and the shake.

Today, we're sharing an image so shocking, so utterly demented, it will scare you straight...

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Sallie Toussaint certainly didn't mince words when it came to Justin Timberlake. The - um - actress known as "woman from opera" in The Departed and "Blinged-Out Girlfriend" from a singular The Sopranos episode wonders what people see in the fey J.T: "I would definitely not date a guy like [Timberlake]! Bringing sexy back? Why doesn't he bring his b - - -s back?" We're assuming the word Page Six chose to censor is "balls". Although, we do wonder: if J.T. has lost his balls, how, where, why, when...and, most importantly, who?

Ms. Toussaint goes on to explain her ire's origin:

After the Janet [Jackson] thing where he didn't step up, I stopped liking him. He could have helped tremendously by just being a man, but he didn't. He ripped her top and ran. Timberwuss is quite the fairy.

If this hopeful starlet doesn't have a publicist, she needs one. If she has one, she needs to fire them.

PS: We may have found photographic evidence of Timberlake's "fairy" behavior. Careful, though - it's not safe for work. In fact, it's not safe for anywhere. The image you'll see after the jump will haunt you for life...

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Now for some frivolous gossip. Page Six reports that some members of the Grey's Anatomy cast, including admitted homosexual TR Knight had a bit of a run-in with Puff Daddy (we refuse to call him P. Diddy, thank you) and his security detail. It seems Knight, Kate Walsh and Sara Ramirez had settled in to the Rolling Stone and Justin Timberlake pre-Grammy party when Daddy's security team told them to move. Apparently it didn't go well:

A spy said, "Puffy was supposed to sit in the same VIP area that had four tables - two were for him and two were for the Grey's Anatomy cast. But he was very, very late, and there are a lot of 'Grey's' castmembers, so T.R., Kate and Sara were at a table set up for Puffy."

Combs' bodyguard was a little heavy-handed.

"This guy goes up to T.R., Kate and Sara and started demanding - 'Get out! Get out now! Move it!' - T.R. was furious," our spy who was in the same VIP section said.

The spy added that Combs and Knight exchanged words before the Grey's cast were led away to another table.

Aw, poor Knight. If only he and P.D. could have a little sit down and work things out. Too bad Daddy ain't sharing the table Maybe if he ever has the courage to come out they can be friends. Until then, it doesn't seem likely...

Oy vey, we can hardly keep track of all the feckless ups and downs of Lance Bass and (just) Reichen's fascinating relationship. Seriously, they're like a couple of high schoolers.

Just one day after taking a trip down the slopes with Justin Timberlake, looking like the picture of homo-bliss, it seems the boys are on the outs. Page Six reports:

Lance Bass is coping badly with Internet rumors of his on-again-off-again boyfriend Reichen Lehmkuhl's cheating ways. The boy-bander showed up to Heineken's party at Sundance Monday night "with a bunch of friends" said a spy, but "Rei chen was nowhere in sight." Another partygoer wit nessed "a very upset" Bass knocking down a stanchion outside the club. Bass was evidently too upset to join the celebs stampeding for swag.

Too distraught for free goodies? Damn, we've never felt more sorry for Bass than we do at this very moment. Although, we've never really felt sorry for Bass, so we're not breaking any precedent. We do have to say, however, that we think he could do better. Sure, he's not the most stunning man in the world, but neither are you. Hey, you guys have something in common. Maybe you should call him and provide an absorbent shoulder?

• You should nominate your favorite blogs for the 2007 Web Bloggies. And when we say favorite blogs, we mean us.

• The Christian Post reports that Christian book publishers have been yanking Ted Haggard's books with more fierceness than he yanked Mike Jones' prick. They're also worried his writing career's dead. Um, right - he may no longer write on happy marriages, but we're sure there's a book in his future. Call it a hunch.

• Speaking of Mike Jones - he just won Joe.My.God's Queer of The Year contest. In his acceptance speech, Jones says, "To all who voted in the Queer of the Year, I would like to thank you even if you did not vote for me. Every one on the list deserved to win." We love a gracious hooker winner.

• Logo's announced a new lesbianic weekly internet talk show, according to Good As You. It's called "What She Said". How clever...must be those buckets of Viacom bucks.

• Pink News UK reports that Police and Security Minister Tony McNulty and some chums are considering making racist, homophobic and other derogatory incitements illegal. Can you imagine never being able to call someone a cracker faggot? We shudder at the thought.

• So, Justin Timberlake's apparently done with Cameron Diaz, according to Star Magazine. Interesting, because we kind of forgot about them. Okay, okay, we forgot about her.

• Lane Hudson does not approve of Dennis "Hasturd" Hastert's official response to that whole Mark Foley/Page scandal. How do we know? Well, he said so on his blog: News For The Left.

This morning's Angie Stone/Snoop Dogg video inspired us to feature another musical collaboration. Thus, we've selected Nelly's "Work It" featuring Justin Timberlake (and some playmates and Hugh Hefner).

No matter how many times we listen to this song, we never get sick of it. In fact, we like it even more with each go - and our dance moves get a little more slutty. (Yeah, we didn't think it was possible, either.)

We have to admit: we were a little scared to interview Reichen Lehmkuhl about his new book, Here's What We'll Say.

Our fear stemmed not from nerves over interviewing a so-called "celebrity," nor did they come from some deep-seeded attraction to the former Amazing Racer turned activist.

We were actually afraid that we'd end up offending him. Much to our surprise, however, we didn't. In fact, we weren't even tempted. Shocking, right?

As we made our introductions, touching on the fact that Reichen's from Cincinnati (love the 513) and a mutual love for The Grateful Dead, it occurred to us that maybe we were wrong to criticize him: maybe Reichen's actually a really nice, sincere guy whose using his elevated social status for good.

And, you know what, we were right: he's nice, he's informative, and he's nothing if not passionate.

Did the entire experience make us want to worship him? We'd really rather not say.

What we can say, however, is that Reichen made a point of mentioning he was going to "Justin's" fashion show later in the evening (Timberlake, that is: apparently they're on a first name basis, which is good, because Reichen basically only goes by his first name).

Anyway, after the jump, read what Reichen had to say for himself, including his opinions on Christianity in the armed forces, the very special message he has for his critics, and how he's already started his second book.

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Oh Justin Timberlake, you're such a tease. First, you invite the press to preview your new fashion collection, and then you refuse to talk to them, just posing for pictures like some sort of queen? Shame on you! And we're not the only ones upset about the pop-star's tricky ways. Star Magazine's Jessica Schimmel's down right heart broken:

It was ridiculous. The guy invites us here to give him free publicity for his clothing line and then he can't be bothered to talk to anyone, so cocky! And by the way, what does Trace Ayala have to be so cheeky about. Even he thinks he's too good to talk to us?

Poor girl. She acts like she works for the fucking Times or something.

Although, it must be pretty shitty when even JT's C-List sidekick won't give you a sound bite. Our hearts go out to you, Ms. Schimmel. Give us a call - we'll bake cookies, watch Beaches, and have a good cry...

From one end of the entertainment spectrum to the other.

We know you kids like books as much as you like pop music, so here's the latest (extended) video offering from Justin Timberlake's latest album, FutureSex/LoveSounds, for "My Love," featuring T.I. Even if you've seen it before, give it another twirl; it's Friday, and we all know you're too hung over from last night/too anxious for the final whistle to really care about your job (as if you do, anyway).

(A special thanks to our new friend over at The Evil Beet. We've said it before, and we'll say it again: shameless self-promotion pays.)

We love when gay gossip and A-list celebrity gossip become entwined. Call us crazy, but it seems like some great bullshit validation, or something.

Anyway, this came as no surprise to us, but everyone's favorite under-dog/zombie publication, Radar, has just run a story about how realtor Fredrik Eklund started his illustrious career in porn. Of course, no one would care if Eklund hasn't been working for none other than super boring Hollywood couple, Cameron Diaz and Justin Timberlake.

Aside from winning the 2003 GayVN Award Best Solo Scene for his role in The Hole (under his porn name, Tag Eriksson), Eklund's also reportedly sold $75,000,000 worth of real estate over the past two years. Well rounded, huh?

Whatever, at least he gets to see his name in print with "real" people, rather than ridiculous porn pseudonyms.

We've already discussed Justin Timberlake's album today, but if you want even more JT - and a pretty biting review of Christina Aguilera's new album, check out Sasha Frere-Jones' review in The New Yorker. What? We read The New Yorker. Well, at least the music reviews. PS: We think Frere-Jones has a crush on Justin Timberlake. Pass it on.

Sex Symbols [The New Yorker]

Previously: Justin Timberlake Goes Hard - And Not in a Good Way

In case you live on Pluto - in which case, we're terribly sorry you're no longer living on an actual planet; that must sting - you know that Justin Timberlake's new album drops on September 12. A friend of ours somehow got the album early, no doubt employing his extensive skills of sluttery.

So, we got a little listen last night. One thing's for sure, this is no Justified. Those involved laud it as a near masterpiece, a musical vehicle in which we'll all ride toward the future. Well, I hate to break it to you, but that's bullshit. From what our discerning ears heard, FutureSex/LoveSounds is a lopsided work, in which Justin tries unsuccessfully to break away from his fey-boy image, copying the vocal aggression better left to the experts. As for the duet with Snoop...well, let's just say we expected more. And have heard better.

Despite the faux-futuristic sound and disjointed beats that dominate the album, it's not all bad. "Chop Me Up," sung with Three 6 Mafia (who brought us the Oscar-winning tune, "It's Hard Out Here for a Pimp") may potentially become a club favorite, more because of it's sentiment than it's sound. [Note: To chop someone up is to chat them up, not hack.] Timberlake's voice soars to Alicia Keys heights on the saccharine "(Another Song) All Over Again." And, of course, Timberlake can't resist taking a dig at his preggers ex Britney, presenting us with the lengthy and oh so cleverly titled, "What Goes Around.../...Comes Around". Unfortunately for us, that's not the case with his albums.

Regardless of what we say, we've no doubt the record will hit number one. In fact, we're sure a bunch of you reading this will march right out and buy it the day it comes out. Just don't come crying to us when your image of Timberlake has been shattered and you're left with four hot tracks and eight piles of shit.