There's a gay media/blogger clusterfuck pile-on going on over Out editor Aaron Hicklin's decision to put Katy Perry of "I Kissed a Girl" fame on the cover of his Out 100 list — and we want in. Because you're more interested in bitchy comments than the long-drawn out cold war leading up to them, here's a quick recap of story so far:

Every year, Out makes a list of a hundred or so people who they deem to be the most important gays in the village and make them dress up in silly costumes so as to sell a lot of magazines. [Full Disclosure: Queerty's David Hauslaib appeared on here two Out 100s ago.] This year, Hicklin put Perry on a chair surrounded by honest-to-goodness homos Gus Van Sant, Sam Sparro and Cheyenne Jackson on the cover. The problem is, that strictly speaking, kissing a girl one time and making an incredibly popular song about it, does not get you a gay card, according to Richard Lawson of Gawker. He penned a manifesto in which he says:

Her song "I Kissed a Girl" is a paean to girls getting drunk and sucking mug with other girls while their boyfriends watch. I don't want to sound uppity, but it's kind of a shitty song with a shitty message—that cutesy fake homosexuality is silly fun and good for attracting boys. So it pisses me off a bit that she's on the cover of Out magazine's "Out 100" issue this month. Why is this tittering dykesploitationist worthy of gay hero status?

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Tab-rag news show Inside Edition sent out a press released this morning proclaiming they had "uncovered" a 1981 GQ cover featuring Peter Cook.

This is news, of course, because Cook's currently involved in a bitter divorce battle with his model Stepford wife, Christie Brinkley.

The details of their messy break up involve architect Cook seducing an 18-year old assistant, cruising "swingers" websites and masturbating on webcam. It's all very salacious and Inside Edition should be proud of themselves for this find.

Or, rather, they should be if they actually did "uncover" the cover - Gawker poked fun at speedo-wearing Peter back in 2006.

One of you clever readers started a rumor that Genre is closing its doors. Actually, the rumor is that those doors have already closed. Gawker talked to Neal Boulton, we spoke with publisher Bill Kapfer and both deny said rumors. Kapfer even boasted:

We just put to sleep our special double cover fashion and fitness issue.

The issue is rich with incredible editorial lifestyle coverage and is balanced with a great slate of advertisers — from Delta Air Lines to John Bartlett

The double cover is a first in our category- and truly shows off Neal Boulton's talent as a visionary.

With our latest ABC audit statement showing another 25% increase in audited subscriptions, things are going extremely well for Genre. I feel very fortunate to have moved into the enviable position of working with an editor that has both a creative and business approach to publishing.

Thank the gay gods!

If you're a gay New Yorker, you've no doubt seen a shirtless Sam Champion living it up at the gay nightspots. We sure as shit have - and, quite frankly, it's whore-ific!

Considering the body of empirical evidence supporting the GMA weatherman's man loving, we can't help but wonder whether he's turned Scientologist. Consider this piece of Gawker-acquired gossip:

Here's a bizarre sighting of the ABC weatherman with a female date at the Royalton's new restaurant. "Friday January 18th, 9pm 44th and 6th Ave: Sam Champion the weatherman making out with his dining companion at Brasserie 44… AND IT WAS A WOMAN! His 'date' climbed on top of his lap (knocking over the vase on the table) and started sucking face. Drawing audible gasps from the people dining nearby."

We're absolutely faggergasted!

A reader sent us this video of regular Joes sticking it to Mr. Tom Cruise.

And, yes, more than a few people mention his dubious sexuality - one woman insists that Cruise practices Scientology's deep commitment to racial equality: "He sucks black cock, he sucks Indian cock…"

Stars really are just like us!

Meanwhile, in other Cruise-tastic news, the kids over at Gawker features an uproarious video: Tom Cruise On Tom Cruise, Gay.

Gay media mogul Nick Denton's master plan seems to be crashing down.

The Gawker founder stepped in yesterday as managing editor and touted his site's brave new direction. Unfortunately his public cries didn't match one staffer's personal experience: media reporter Richard Morgan says he quit after just one day. Morgan questions Denton's "vision": [Denton] is erratic. There is no vision beyond page views." Morgan also claims his short-lived boss is "obsessed" with the gay mafia. But, really, who isn't?

Denton contests Morgan's take:

Richard Morgan didn't so much quit as splutter out. We did manage to get two publishable posts out of him before that happened. I wish him luck at a more leisurely institution.

Meow!

Gay media mogul Nick Denton's getting back to his Gawker roots. NY Times reports that Denton will be filling in as his flagship website's managing editor:

Mr. Denton…will become the managing editor, at least on a temporary basis, of the prominent New York media blog on Jan. 2, according to three employees who requested anonymity because the move has not been announced. Asked about the new position, Mr. Denton declined to comment.

The decision may indicate Mr. Denton’s desire to have a more direct role in his first blog. On Nov. 30, immediately after three of Gawker’s top editors quit, Gawker published a job listing for a managing editor.

Denton's apparently keen on steering his site toward news-oriented relevancy. Good luck, Denton!

Cruising just got a whole lot easier! The kids over at Gawker turned out Rod Townsend to demonstrate how Larry Craig and other toilet trolls get theirs. Seen above: "The Jazzhand Jizzdown". It's obviously not for beginners.

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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Jason Preston took it upon himself to send Gawker a little love update. It looks like Marc Jacobs, who appears on Out's September issue, broke down and took the former rent boy back.

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There's a bit of gay drama brewing at New York Times.

Gawker passed along word that the newspaper formed a "Diversity Advisory Council" after a top editor called an employee a faggot during a going away party.

And now the junior detectives at Page Six think they know who let the "faggot" fly…

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