Singer and Spamalot “actor” Clay Aiken headlines earlier this week for his unbelievably catty Newsweek interview. Now Aiken has made more awkward moments with Time Out NY:
What do you make of people nagging you about the “gay” thing?
I think the majority of the American public cares less about it than reporters like you do.
Has anyone ever confronted you about it in public?
I can’t come up with any specific incidents. But I’ve been called everything in the book at some point or another–gay, ugly, nerdy, fat.
Oh, Clay! You’re not fat.
We can’t say whether Aiken’s a fag, but we have our suspicions. Consider his response to whether he coined “Claymates”: “I didn’t really like it at first. I was like, Oh my God, how tacky! But now I think, If you can’t beat ’em, join ’em. We’ve fully embraced it.”
he may not be fat but that boy’s weight fluctuates like Oprah’s, maybe Spamalot will keep him in shape for a while.
Aww! Look at the cute little furry dinosaur… I want one!
Who cares about clay!?
hells kitchen guy
I agree with him. Who cares?
What was awkward about his comments to Time Out NY?
“gay, ugly, nerdy, fat”
One of these things is not like the other.
I find it odd that he consistenly speaks in the first-person plural. I mean, I know he’s a “product” and has handlers or whatever. But it’s always “we” this and “we” that. Odd.
[Insert queen/royal we joke here.]
I’m over Clay.
I was over him when he was on American Idol. (and no, he SHOULDN’T have won… neither should Reuben — although better than Clay. That was Kimberly Locke’s — she was ROBBED!)
I was mildly interested when he was all getting sex with some dude from over the internet. Cum in a towel no less!
But really… I could maybe try to care about him if he was gay, but he’s doing a Liberace. Fine. Move on. Nothing there to see. And I do mean nothing.
Enough with the Clay. He’s… he’s nothing.
I don’t think I’d believe anything that “towel cum” freak claimed about Aiken. The creep has proven himself over the last couple of years to be a total stalker and still desperately posts all over the internet about his alleged one-night-stand hoping someone will give a damn. Aiken’s security even had to cancel his usual post-concert time he spends greeting fans outside last summer when the psycho showed up. Since his attempt at porn stardom went limp (literally), his only claim to fame is trying to convince the world he once had a bad date with an American Idol star. How pathetic is that?
leandra elizabeth zorn
clay’s the best singer on american idle
always do your best clay ‘i wish i could be on american idle some day i love to sing
ur my absolute favorite
go clay go!
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