Janice Min's got her mind on your fingers - as in she wants them crossed.

The Us Weekly EIC can barely contain her excitement that her magazine has been nominated that GLAAD nominated her tab-rag for their gay-friendly coverage. She's so thrilled, in fact, that she squeals all about it in this week's editor's letter.

Min has some stiff competition in Entertainment Weekly, CosmoGirl!, Newsweek and The Advocate, which - no offense - shouldn't really get an award for being gay friendly. Just saying…

On a related note, we bet Star's EIC Candace Trunzo regrets that whole "not normal" gay kiss thing, huh?

Jerry Seinfeld and Matthew Broderick recently teamed up for an NBC-sponsored slot to publicize their over-hyped animated flick, Bee Movie, which opens today.

Though we never intended on seeing this schlock, we're definitely not going to see it after watching the aforementioned clip, which smacks of incendiary homophobia and creates a rift between gays and "families".

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Book parties aren't known to be ragers and, sadly, Lance Bass' was no exception.

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Homophobia comes in all shapes and forms. It can be slashing a gay couple's tires or a subtle intimation of pedophile tendencies. What it can't be, however, is funny. One reader apparently ain't laughing at the these Sarah Silverman quips. He writes:

If you are a hipster like Sarah Silverman, are you granted special permission to
be a bigot?

And say things like "I don't mean fag like homosexual, I mean fag like retard"?
My friend who is the parent of a mildly learning disable child might take
offense at that one.

And what about saying "Gay. Bisexual. They are both gross."

As in the queer case of Choire Sicha, we actually think Silverman's funny. Are we being homophobic? Should GLAAD take on Sarah Silverman and her rascally ways? Listen:

Perpetual Gawkstar Choire Sicha better watch his blogger back, 'cause an irate Queerty reader's out for blood. The gay drama when Sicha wrote the following:

Advertising and marketing people spent $223.3 million in 2006 to convince the gays to go various places. God, it was so much cheaper 65 years ago when they used to just load them into boxcars.

To the point and, we think, subversively hilarious.

The aforementioned reader didn't think so, 'cause he wrote to us asking why we hadn't launched a war against Sicha: "Why are you not up in arms about this? We all would if some republican had said the same thing!"

We disagreed…

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Michael Musto's Village Voice column reads like a eulogy this week as the gossipy gay mourns the loss of Gayville's greatest heroes: bottoms.

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• Just in case you haven't noticed, we're having a little shindig this Thursday, June 14th at New York City's Star Lounge (under the Chelsea Hotel). Not only will there be free booze, the entire Queerty/Jossip crew (yes, even Cord Jefferson), and Nicholas Weist-provided hits, but Democratic presidential candidate Mike Gravel's totally the guest of honor. Be there are be the biggest square in history. Ya heard?

• Armistead Maupin's beloved Michael Tolliver lives.

• Israel made Richard Rothstein cry. Also, forgot the meaning of never - as in, "Never Again!"

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It's been over 48 hours since Out Magazine's annual Out 100 awards: the standard length of time needed to digest all the homo happenings. We must say, we haven't seen that many gay luminaries since…well, since last year's Out 100.

We must admit, it's all a bit of a blur. Good thing we brought along our crafty camera man, Ted, who chronicled all of editor Andrew Belonsky's misadventures. While some people were more than happy to talk to us, others were a little reluctant (that's an understatement). And, as you'll see, most people didn't even know who the fuck we were. Nice, huh?

Watch as Anne Hathaway says she could bench-press our fearless editor, designer Michael Kors brags about knowing everyone, Out EIC Aaron Hicklin lets us in on the secrets behind the selection process, Noah's Arc's Wilson Cruz gripes about not being admitted into the VIP area, Kelis hypothesizes on why the homos love her and Michael Lucas gives us shit for all the nasty comments (and, it seems, attempts to win Belonsky's ice cold heart).

We also managed a few words with Claire Danes. She really wasn't in the mood to be interviewed, but Cruz and Hathaway totally used peer pressure to make our dreams come true. Thanks, homies.

Oh, yeah, and we totally chickened out on flirting with Choire Sicha. We were so close, but he looked really busy (read: intimidating).

As you may or may not know, Out Magazine's Out 100 - their annual celebration of gay icons, leaders, and other notables - looms large on the horizon.

In celebration, they've enlisted some of Gayville's "biggest" names to blog-the-shit leading up to the November 10th event. Which names? Our friend Sam Spector, homo-songster Rufus Wainwright, Choire Sicha, and actor Michael Cavadias, to name a few.

Anyway, we moseyed on over to see how things are going and came across this piece on Out 100 honoree David Hauslaib: the man from whose loins we sprang. Here's a snippet of what Hauslaib had to say about his daily happenings:

"I go to the gym because my fat ass just got back from Paris and I need to work off the cheese.."

Wait. Hauslaib eats cheese? Fuck. Only rich people eat cheese. We've never even seen cheese. He told us he was living in a dumpster behind the LGBT Center and could only pay us in poppers and blowjobs!

He goes on to say that he sometimes works up to 14 hours a day. Right. Now that we know he's tasted that dairy product of the gods, we'll never trust another word he says. He's probably in Rome right now, eating grapes off of barely legal hookers and snorting lines of gold.

Wait… Oh no! We hear footsteps. We think he's coming for us…

Wired Magazine features an interview with David and myself about the launch of Queerty. Thats right. We are big time now.

And since we are big time, Gawker's former editor Choire Sicha at the Observer gives us a shout out. Apparently, I am from back in the day.

Does this mean we are blogebrities, yet? Maybe D-list? Please?

We love World of Wonder. And we are even more happy that Fenton Bailey actually knows our names! J'adore being called a douche bag! It reminds us of high school.