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"When you start operating on the principle that you indeed can divide people into sheep and goats, then there’s also the idea that you must divide people into sheep and goats and there are certain boundaries that cannot be crossed without reclassifying." READ MORE

So this finally happened: "A popular 'meat-market' smartphone app that spawned a sexual revolution in Australia's gay community has been compromised by a Sydney hacker, potentially exposing intimate personal chats, explicit photos and private information of users." Ta da! But wait, there's more: "A security expert who did not wish to be named... said that the Grindr and Blendr apps 'had no real security.'" The modern age is fun where we just trust all our data and naked pictures to anyone who makes an app!

So here is raised again the question about why there's no gay sex in the movies, the main answer being "haha studios, obviously, they're total wusses." But the call is also coming from inside the big, dumb, gay house: in particular, the big dumb gay house named Dustin Lance Black, who is the writer, most recently, of the abominable and terribly, ridiculously bad J. Edgar. READ MORE

So, the wonderful 32-year-old Steve Kornacki—the Rain Man of election data, former Observer politics writer, frequent MSNBC guest and now Salon news editor—wrote a rare personal essay about how he's just started telling people he's gay. It's fascinating to hear that this is still a thing. And most of all, I enjoy that there are still Secret Homosexuals lurking among us, even in the most elitist enclaves of the coastal elite! (I mean: Salon!) I mean this sincerely: it goes to show how wonderful and complicated humans are. If I were going to make any sort of defensive comment, it would be something like, "Gosh, sorry I helped keep you in the closet with all of my mincing, bro!" (though to be fair to Steve, I did once make him listen to Madonna for like six hours in a small car filled with gays, and that would push anyone further in the closet) but moments like this are really no time for pettiness. God bless us every one!

You know, if it should ever happen that, while attempting to impress my rugby pals by doing a backflip, I break my neck and suffer a stroke that sees me lose consciousness for days on end and when I wake up I have suddenly become gay and I quit my job at the bank to pursue a career as a hairdresser and move in with my 19-year-old boyfriend, I hope I at least have better fashion sense than this guy. Good lord, those bracelets are hideous.

It seems worth mentioning that, as loaded as this charming Times style report on Alex Dimitrov's gay poetry salon is with the air of "hot dudes getting together and getting it on!" (for example: "The play between art and desire is always in the air" sounds spicy but is immediately followed by something about how the salon went to Brooklyn in summer?) and as... wanton as host Dimitrov himself comes off (like: “I sort of had a list of gays that I wanted to come, and some of them that I wanted to sleep with"), there's not a single incident in the story of anyone hooking up. Actually, just one gay divorce.

"RainbowVision has filed for Chapter 11 bankruptcy protection, wracked by financial problems and an increasingly bitter dispute between its residents and management. Its problems mirror those of many other gay retirement communities around the country that have either failed to open or fallen on hard times, victims of a weakened housing market, a deflated economy and, in some cases, poor business decisions." READ MORE

Finally, someone tells gay men what to wear! Not just any someone, but my one true fashion love, Cathy Horyn. Yet the results... well, the results here, where the Times has helped three gay male couples dress for their weddings, or for their anticipated weddings (couldn't find three couples getting married SOON???), some things that concerned me. READ MORE