This girl is selling Ecstasy in public? Well that is X-Factor.

X-Factor auditions are hitting Dallas, TX right now and more than 10,000 people are trying out. This is Simon Cowell’s new contest that is almost guaranteed to make you a star. The contract is for $5 Million once you become a star from this show and can be to anyone 12 or older as a solo or group. Another thing different from American Idol and X-Factor is that the judges such as Simon do more mentoring than critiquing. But the more I hear about this show I think of how similar it is to the Voice. How many of these are we going to have?

What is going on with Cheryl Cole though? I really wanted to see her on the X-Factor US version.

Scotty McQueery (well we wished) is the winner of American Idol. Seriously though it was a sucky season 10 this year. We were TEAM SCOTTY only tonight but also TEAM LAUREN because she made it even with her voice going out but neither impressed last night. Scotty though is one-dimensional, looks like George W. Bush, Howdy Doody and Alfred E. newman put together but he can sing. At least some small niche will enjoy his deep voice and holding the mic like a rap star instead of a country singer. We enjoyed J_Lo or other wise known as Jennifer Lopez and Stephen Tyler as the judges but they were not as hard on the talent as they should have been. This is why the final episodes did not match up to last years with Simon’s critical help. The Final show had performances from Lady Gaga, Beyonce, Gladys, Carrie, McGraw, Mr. Jones, Mr. Bennett…too bad we had to wade thru IDOL for all this.

122 Million votes were cast last night which was 2 votes for every man woman and child living in America. It seems lots of teeny booper girls texted their votes in because I can’t Imagine how other way the cutesy Scotty could have won. His voice is way too deep to be an American Idol and the girl just did not have too much going for her not like Haley. American Idol just does not stack up to the Voice this year.. so on to the Voice and the X-Factor we go. American Idol will be forgotten soon enough!

We get some crazy pics sent in to us via email sometimes to post on our site and this one just tops the list. We just had to post this pic of what has been named “Toilet Boy” who looks like hes half octopus or something. How on earth did he get his body inside a toilet and then what or who is underneath him with hands? I am not sure if we should have saved this for Halloween but it wins our crazy pic of the Month award for May!

In Film screenings this week Focus Features held a special screening of Beginners at the Tribeca Grand Hotel in New York. In attendance were stars Ewan McGregor, Mélanie Laurent and Christopher Plummer, as well as writer/director Mike Mills. Other guests included Julianna Margulies, Samantha Mathis, Justin Vivian Bond, Caroline Reid and Miranda July. Caroline Reid also known as our beloved comedian Pam Ann.

Beginners opens in select cities on June 3rd. This film is based on writer/director Mike Mills’ real-life relationship with his father, who came out as a gay man late in life.

There are two stories this week that have captured my imagination, and the imaginations of millions around the world too.

First up, we have the rather interesting suggestion that today (Saturday 21st May 2011) is Judgment Day. 6pm Pacific time, to be exact.

Now, you can forget thoughts of Cybernet and don’t be worrying about Sarah and John Connor, it’s not a Man-Made apocalypse where the machines turn against us. In any case, if it were I would be doomed and you along with me because we’re all connected to our potential enemy as you read this.

This is all the making of one man, a man who believes that he has “deciphered” the date of “The Rapture” – in the Biblical sense.

89 year old Harold Camping (you don’t need to look him up, just imagine an old guy with an imaginary friend and a book of stories that he likes to smack people around the head with – metaphorically of course) is the guy proclaiming that he has managed to calculate that the Rapture will begin today. And he’s managed to convince his small band of followers that this is the case too.

For those who were too busy jerking off to the male underwear pages in the catalog to follow the family to church back in the day, the Rapture is the Biblical version of the traditional apocalypse story, the day when almighty God whisks 144,000 of the good people away to heaven and leaves the rest of us to suffer as the world ends in a blaze of glory. Presumably, all us gay folk are imagined to immediately break out into orgies, isn’t that what they think we all do? So call around your gay mafia gang, haul that leather fetish wear out from the back of the wardrobe, get the lube ready and grease yourself up.

There are a few problems with Mr. Camping’s prediction though, the main problem is that the Rapture is like a ninja operation, no one is supposed to know when it’s gonna happen. Just like the Ninja, it’ll sneak up on all of us when we least expect it, and we’ll be watching all the good Christian folk vanishing before our eyes (if that’s how it happens). The next problem is that he’s done this before and predicted that it would happen in 1994. And when it didn’t he asserted that he’d got his calculations wrong.

And in other news…

It seems that perhaps the Pope is heeding Mr. Camping’s words and seeking a get-out, just in case he isn’t among the 144,000 righteous people to be saved. You know, our past can come back to haunt us, and if there are only so many places on that big bus into the sky the Pope needs to make some other arrangements just in case his own Hitler youth history makes him less worthy.

Now, you might think me suspicious and a bit “tin-foil hat”, but when I think of the Pope and his wealth, I imagine that perhaps he might have a secret lair and one of those rockets able to jet him into space within an hour. Perhaps there’s a defunct church somewhere in Rome where the steeple opens up at the click of a button and we’ll see that rocket departing as the Rapture begins? Dan Brown eat your heart out!

The Pope certainly seems to be making his plans by calling up to the International Space Station and making friends with the only Humans who would survive it.

The conversation was broadcast, but I would imagine there was a section they didn’t show, the few minutes where he suggested that he might pay them a visit, at about 7pm today as a matter of fact.

I have a question… on October 22, 1844, William Miller and Samuel S. Snow predicted that this would happen, and their followers believed so desperately that they gave up all of their worldly possessions in preparation for it. So has Mr. Camping perhaps suggested that his small band of followers do the same? And did he open a bank account for them to wire all their soon-to-be-worthless cash to? If not, he’s missed an opportunity. Long live capitalism! lol

BTW, I was joking about the gay orgies. We don’t need a threat of the Rapture to have a good time.

I’ll see you at 7pm when we can all point and laugh, while wearing fetish gear and slipping off our computer chairs.

I was reading a very interesting post over on another blog recently about the seeming hypocrisy when it comes to us gay folk offending Christianity at every opportunity, while proclaiming unfairness and bigotry when we have the same in return. The article was quite effective, pointing out what – at first glance – seems to be a valid argument.

It is true that we do seem to do this on regular occasions – at queer events and in the gay media – with people dressing up and being lewd, cracking jokes and pointing fingers. And yet when we receive that same treatment from some maniacal preacher in more drag than Chi Chi LaRue we scream about it, plan boycotts, write letters and hold it up as an example of homophobia and bigotry.

So why can’t the Christian faith hold up our own dirty laundry and wave it around for all to see while we mock and cast judgment on an entire religious faith? After all, they have all the evidence they need in recent YouTube videos featuring “Hunky Jesus” at an Easter event in San Fransisco.