queer and loathing

Gay.com says ’screw it’, pours sh*t on fan

With the myriad chat clients available many user’s only logged into gay.com check e-mail or view articles. This past weekend gay.com finally switched over to their new design and it’s been a total disaster. Ads are popping up everywhere , the ‘improved’ site is poorly designed and the chat rooms are no longer compatible with any of the 3rd party chat clients. Because of this last point, users are now forced to chat via the site’s interface which runs terribly slow, when it runs at all, in most web browsers. The new chat has flashing ads and lacks any way to block annoying chatters (which are plentiful.) The consensus is that so many people were using third party clients for so long that their web servers simply can’t handle the load of all these people actually using the site to chat.

Queens are outraged.

Even if you have no interest in the site’s subject matter, pass by the “Behind The Website” blog to view the hundreds of negative comments people are leaving — I have yet to read a positive one.

PlanetOut and Mr. Wilson better seriously resolve the issues with chat, or this site will end up like bears at a drag show!

I don’t want to be a whiner like the rest of the bitches, but the changes absolutely suck in a very back way! I know im not cute or even hot, but the old chat allowed me to drool over the cute bois. -felipe in austin

you know LESBIANS use this site too and we are finding it to be entirely sexist and are again being put second to the gay men!

Where is the “Mannerisms” portion of the profile? You’ve replaced it with something about facial hair for the guys and now everyone thinks I have a soul patch and chops when I am clearly hairless!

Apparently on top of the above mentioned design flaws and general advert-whoredom, the user profiles on the site can no longer be set to ‘viewable only by members’ and are now being indexed by search engines, revealing private information across the interwebs. NOT a Good Thing(tm) when profiles contain information regarding anal sex preferences, HIV status and drug use.

Epic fail for gay.com.

What really matters in this election? I’ll tell you what.

OK, so I’m not even ABOUT to go there. I will however, post this picture of a young Spawn of Hell, John McCain. Aye Chihuahua.

Well, let’s just say it’s not my vote I’d have given him.

I need to go boil my eyes now.

Flea Market Montgomery, it’s just like Pet Shop Boys “Minimal”

I cannot believe I have not seen this until now. While on Hurrication I saw the original commercial for Flea Market Montgomery and was transfixed. I’m proud to say Marshall, Carlos and I went there before it blew up online.

But this is pretty genius:

Here is the original commercial:

Tim Gunn on The Late Late Show with Craig Ferguson

I wish I would have seen this live, but Rock3rgyrl] has posted the clip on YouTube. How cool is it that Ferguson was all giddy and obviously a big fan of the show?

“Bitch please! That’s Tim Gunn!”

Funny stuff.

I’ve had all I can stands, I can’t stands no more

OK, up until now I’ve kept mostly quiet about my addiction to Project Runway. I’m not a fashionista. I couldn’t tell you who wore who or what on the red carpet. I couldn’t spontaneously rattle names of five designers if my life or, in this case, a blog entry depended on it: Ralph Lauren, Versace, Prada, El Dulche and Gabor um.. see, I can’t do it. However, I do like watching catty bitches backstabbing each other while simultaneously producing something fabulous.

If not fabulous, as with Kenley in this challenge, at least laughably hideous.

Bitchy queens cutting hair, I can’t seem to get into; but sit a divas down at a sewing machine and I’m gonna Tivo it. There’s something about some scrawny malnourished waif of a human strutting down a three foot wide catwalk in tacky garments that brings out the gay in me. Plus, I like saying “garment.”

Garment. See?

I had to say something about this weeks auf’ing. Yes, Suede bugged the hell out of me, with his whole 3rd personishness and constant stories about his dead relatives giving him design tips, but he at least he wasn’t a delusional, egotistical, spoiled see-you-next-tuesday like this Kenley wench. This is one of the most obvious producer-made decisions the show’s had and if it wasn’t for the fact that the last 5 designers showed at Bryant Park anyway, I’d really be upset.

Whatever the hell Bryant Park is.

I was waiting for LL Cool J to pop Kenley in the mouth after she basically called Hip-Hop fashion foolish to his face. I mean, the whole oversized clothing thing IS foolishness but I would never tell LL that to his face, shit.

Even his MAMA said knock her out.

If it wasn’t for Sir Tim’s three pieced vested hotness I’m not sure I could have sat through this week’s awkward episode in one sitting, let alone twice. In slow motion.

While taking screenshots: