A bonus blind riddle for this week. Short and smutty.
They’re best friends and they say best friends only…
But they sleep in the same bed when they’re on holiday.
Duana and I have been sharing a king bed during our European travels but that’s because we’re poor. If we could afford it?
Please.
We’d both be in junior suites yelling at each other from across our balconies.
These two however don’t have to rough it. And when they do rough it, it’s because the cameras are rolling.
A junior suite for them is like a homeless shelter. So when they can book out an entire floor, why would they choose instead to share one bed?
Friday, October 24, 2008 at 11:35 AM
Update (10/29/08):
clue
denial 1: Adrien Brody & Mark Ruffalo
denial 2: Chace Crawford & Ed Westwick
denial 3: Salma Hayek & Penelope Cruz
[There is no URL for this blind since it was removed at some point. However, you can see a reference to its existence on the June 23, 2006 intro.]
Heterosexually attached for a long, long time, he recently faced his inner gay and admitted the truth. His partner apparently took it well. As well as any woman can under the circumstances. She felt much better when she found out how much of the bank account she was entitled to. And given that he was the one walking, and he is the one who’s famous, he’s also the one who has to pay. A lot.
So now he’s broke – relatively speaking. In Hollywood terms, I mean. Lost his job, no work on the horizon, he seriously considered coming out as a way of “reinventing his image”, not for gay rights but because he needs the money. Only problem is, he was told over and over again that “no one will care if you’re gay”.
On the flipside, a fake Hollywood romance with a famewhore like Denise Richards for example won’t fly either since the ex will flip her sh*t and out her himself, preferring to be passed over for a mo over another woman. Me too!
He was encouraged to do Dancing with the Stars but pride got in the way. If things don’t turn around, it’ll be a last resort next season.
Wednesday, February 20, 2008 at 9:50:44 AM
Update (4/29/08):
Denial 1: Brendan Frasier, David Hasselhoff, Matt LeBlanc
Denial 2: Sean Penn, Babyface Edmonds, Eddie Murphy & Tate Donovan
Denial 3: Antonio Sabato Jr, John Travolta & Don Johnson
Denial 4: Vin Diesel
Denial 5: Scott Wolf, James Van Der Beek & Paul Walker
Denial 6: Robert Downey Jr
Denial 7: Jean-Claude Van Damme
Denial 8: Jerry O'Connell
There are 2 subjects to this riddle. Both are famous, one more so than the other, and both are actors. One is recognized for award winning prestige projects. The other – umm….not so much. But he does have brawn. And while I don’t appreciate the shoot ‘em up, beat ‘em up genre, there is certainly a market for it. Unfortunately for his legion of female admirers, he prefers sex of the homo variety. And he’s looking for a boyfriend.
For his part, the true thespian has battled gay suspicions for years. I’ve heard it incessantly but I can’t confirm it. Oddly enough, no one in Hollywood knows for sure either. So it’s no surprise that his less talented counterpart decided to hit on him one night recently at a party. And my man came on STRONG. Bad move. Too many people around and not the right approach. He was completely rebuffed. With a room full of witnesses. And it gets worse. The next day, one publicist called the other and issued a stern warning and they also came to an agreement to make sure their clients never cross paths again. And since one dude is clearly more connected than the other, I can assure you that Mr B list was rebuked and ridiculed around town so much that he had to lay low for a while before venturing out in public once again.
Monday, January 02, 2006
Update (3/31/08):
clue
denial 1: Vin Diesel & Tom Cruise
denial 2: Matthew McConaughey
denial 3: Heath Ledger
denial 4: Kevin Spacey
denial 5: Tobey Maguire & Keanu Reeves
denial 6: Jake Gyllenhaal
denial 7: Arnold Schwarzenegger, Mike Meyers, Eddie Murphy, Antonio Banderas
denial 8: Jude Law & Tobey Maguire
denial 9: Dwayne Johnson (The Rock)
denial 10: Colin Farrell, Brendan Fraser & Jared Leto
denial 11: Vin Diesel & Kevin Spacey
denial 12: Colin Farrell & Wilmer Valderama
denial 13: Julio & Enrique Iglesias
denial 14: Russell Crowe
denial 15: Joseph Fiennes
A-list reveal
B-list reveal
http://www.laineygossip.com/Jason_George_The_Fearless_Flamer_and_the_Locker_Room_Staredown.aspx
Gossip, conjecture, rumour - my lawyer would want me to remind you of those 3 beautiful words when considering the report below. And fair enough, certain celebrities are a lot more vicious than others, especially when protecting their inside gay… you know what I mean?
Again… gossip, rumour, conjecture…bullsh*t… blah blah blah
And in the interest of protecting those who can be harmed by the Fearless Flamer, and since I am nothing if not a cowardly little bitch, let's use superfun, supereasy code names. Trust me, don't even bother emailing me afterwards. YOU KNOW the answer… I promise.
The scene: Toronto. An elite celebrity, an internationally recognised married celebrity, a BIG BIG name is in town shooting a movie. We'll call him the Flying Star. The Flying Star spends time relaxing and working out - so to speak - at an exclusive, private health club that offers members access to a full range of amenities, good enough for the rich, good enough for the famous.
Two incidents…
The first: another club member, a very goodlooking man I've named Daniel, finishes his work out, showers, puts a towel around his waist, heads back to the locker room, and notices a portly man staring at him. It is, of course, the Flying Star. Daniel is a nice fellow so he obliges the Flying Star in some idle chitchat, becoming increasingly uncomfortable under the heavy weight of the Flying Star's heavy-lidded gaze, an appreciative gaze, as the conversation progresses, even though Danny is not one to read to the National Enquirer, or any of the blogs, least of all mine, meaning he had no advance knowledge of the Flying Star's legendary leanings. And yet he knew that the Flying Star was 'going there' but did his best to ignore his gaydar… until the question came…
Flying Star: Do you like to sauna?
Daniel: errr… ahem… yeah… sure…
Flying Star: Wanna go to the sauna with me?
And this was not a football sauna invitation - like cracking knuckles and drinking beer and picking your nose…it was the kind of invitation George Michael would accept - you know what I mean?
Now being a straight man, Daniel was obviously scared sh*tless. However, since he was raised with class and good manners, Daniel graciously declined and hightailed it outta there because as my husband says - 'being polite is one thing but I don't have to get naked to be polite.' Words to live by, non?
Anyway, that's a pretty innocent encounter when you take it on its own…but when you consider that there have been multiple occurrences in the same club, you begin to wonder if the Flying Star is running a little short on Martian Medication, great for making babies and suppressing gays.
The second incident is as follows:
Still at the club - our victim is a well toned male massage therapist I'll call Antony. Antony knew that he'd be assigned to the Flying Star - and who hasn't heard of the Flying Star??? As such, he was thrilled, couldn't wait…poor sod didn't know what was coming.
The day of the appointment arrives, Antony asks the Flying Star which body parts to focus on (a common question during massage therapy, nothing smutty there), and the Flying Star replied that he was doing a lot of dancing in his new movie and needed a full body, including 'glutes, stomach, and groin'. So far so good.
Antony begins to work, makes small talk, talks about his job, his aspirations, turns out his dream job is actually a fiery role the Flying Star took on not too long ago. Everything's all good, progressing normally, and then the Flying Star starts chatting about himself…said he'd been married for more than 10, less than 20 years, and of course Antony (being a man with traditional values etc) is very, very moved, and tells him so, for a Hollywood player to remain committed for so long in this day and age, he's even more impressed than ever before.
Then the Flying Star's face took on a 'weird' expression…his eyes didn't move from Antony's face. At this point, he asked Antony to massage his stomach and Antony obliged. But then the sheet 'slipped' off, and since the Flying Star was not wearing underwear, Antony was treated to the Flying Star's standing excitement, and Antony quickly pulled the sheet back up, and all the while, the Flying Star kept smiling, kept staring. Next thing you know, the sheet 'slipped' again…Antony's starting to freak out at this point, sweating, uneasy - he pulls the sheet back up again, to no avail because wouldn't you know it, the sheet 'slipped' again …for the third time!!!, And so Antony did what any straight, harassed man, powerless and faced with a million dollar c*ck would do… he made up a girlfriend and started yammerin' on about her incessantly, but the Flying Star would not be deterred.
He next wanted to know what part of the body Antony preferred to massage and a flustered Antony quickly replied - The Back! Thank Goddess the hour was up, Antony beat a hasty retreat, and went off to the locker room to regain his composure. He took a shower, wrapped a towel around his waste, and proceeded to the sink, foamed his face, and began to shave. Unfortunately, the Flying Star seemed to materialise out of a disco ball and ambushed our poor Antony. He complimented Antony on his beautiful physique, he admired Antony's 'cute'ness, he lamented his own loneliness in Toronto, and all the while, Antony can't shave fast enough, nicking himself several times in the process, finally extracting himself from the Flying Star's lechery, resorting to changing in the bathroom stall to escape any more advances.
Oh…and one more thing…the Flying Star didn't leave a tip.
Seriously…what is this dude's thing with massage therapy? And why on earth is he getting so bold???
Tuesday, September 05, 2006
Update (11/11/08):
http://www.laineygossip.com/ArticleDetail.aspx?ID=4534
He was down and out a few years ago, far from the clout he currently wields on and off screen, willing and able to do anything - anything - to land a role. One evening, a chance encounter with an elite very well regarded, very gay Hollywood player who made some promises with one condition: let me give pleasure, you enjoy, and I'll hook you up (a move he works quite often). Apparently, when you're trying to find work, being on the oral receiving end of things doesn't constitute homo.
Off they go and they finish, they part ways, the giver gets to boast of his pretty conquest, news of which travels far and wide, while the receiver scored a decent role or two, nothing exciting, he keeps working at it, the big break comes, and ta da - he's finally back in the game. And then very recently, they run into each other, at which point the benefactor expresses interest in a quick revisit, perhaps a thank you for the kickstart?
Needless to say, fame and success put things in a much different perspective. On this occasion, he not only refused the advance, he did so alarmingly loudly, acting as though the previous trade-off never happened. Very defensive, feigning injury, insulted at the suggestion, to the embarrassment not only of the person making the request, but also his publicist who spends way too much time deflecting the rumours to begin with.
Wednesday, August 30, 2006
Update (6/13/09):
http://www.laineygossip.com/ArticleDetail.aspx?ID=5295
A very attractive male actor at a photoshoot just this past weekend, curiously without girlfriend, making a career out of making girls want to be his girlfriend. A special bond exists between artist and subject – as explained to me, when something clicks, so to speak, it just clicks, and it’s as though the two are the room together, alone, creating magic.
Magic obviously lingered, he obviously wanted the magic to linger beyond their studio session, so he asked for a phone number. Not to go out for coffee, not for a follow up set of pictures, not for any other reason than the reason you think. A bold surprising move given that it’s not usually his style, especially since he’s not allowed to be so overt, but lately he just can’t help himself.
I’m told that in addition to the photographer, there are have been suggestive advances made to a network publicist a few weeks ago, and to an event planner a few weeks before that, much to the consternation of his professional wardens who have impressed upon him the importance of holding on just a little longer, just until the official renewal, just until the numbers climb back up. Apparently he struggles with the pressure every day.
By the way, the photographer is gay. As are all the others. But you knew that already, right?
PS. - in an unrelated matter...
Let’s try it this way:
What major A list actress will be mortified to learn that her husband was once arrested and charged for assaulting a woman, grabbing her by the neck, and punching her in the chest? They settled out of court, of course – a major payoff in exchange for silence, then buried the paperwork, but these things always have a way of coming out…
Wednesday, December 06, 2006
Update (8/19/08):
http://www.laineygossip.com/Jake_Gyllenhaal_Tom_Cruise_John_Travolta_Meeting_at_the_Spa.aspx
There have always been rumblings about his sexual orientation…never anything concrete. Just that, as we all know, any time you’re single for a protracted time in Hollywood and you happen to be as fine and distinguished as he is, people start to whisper. And while I do know for sure that he does enjoy women, even hiring them on occasion, this is the first legitimate hint of the gaygay – for me anyway – that I can report.
Or maybe not. Maybe it means nothing. After all, there can be a THOUSAND explanations behind it, right?
So he’s shooting on location. Co-star flirtation will undoubtedly start swirling…as usual… especially since they’ve supposedly had a past. Anyway, during down time, he heads to the local spa for a massage. Very normal. Except he books a Couples Massage. Also very normal. But is it normal that his partner was his stylist? His male stylist?
Well… since I think he’s totally, totally straight – to me, he’s just a dude with a tight sched. Sometimes you have to take a meeting in the unlikeliest of places. Others in our conservative location town however found it a little unusual though I should clarify – there were no Travolta-like masseur-inspired c*ckstands, thank Goddess.
Oh and one more thing – this male stylist goes everywhere habit? It’s apparently, like, totally a habit. Every location, everywhere, a shadow. I hear this wasn’t the first couples massage. And it won’t be the last.
But again – call me Cruise, as is the case with Jake Gyllenhaal, to me this superstar is 100% into chicks.
Tuesday, March 13, 2007
Update (7/11/08):
Monday, February 11, 2008 at 7:36:49 AM