The lead singer of the Flaming Lips was in Austin for South by Southwest and made some silly clippage as part of the "Let's Hip up Leno" segment on The Tonight Show. As we said, "gay" is apparently the new "funny," as each of the interviewees is sooooo verrryy not straight. Ish.

First there's EdMo from Hug, showing his tits. (Truth be told, the main reason for this blog entry is to pimp the most excellent EdMo and Hug.) He's so dreamy and so unqueeny. All man. All glam. And fabulous tits, brother.

Then Coyne tells two guys from some band named Glacier Hiking that they'd get more attention if they'd "have sex with each other in the middle of the street."

Then there's the cactus Coyne mistakes for a pickle. (Wayne: Sometimes a cactus is just a cactus.) Anti-product's lead dude suggestively nuzzling into the face of a hapless male bystander (who seemingly enjoys it), and the big finish complete with thong and ass cheek, courtesy of Austin homeless transvestite Leslie.

When did The Tonight Show, let alone Coyne, get so kah-weeeer? Or is this just more of that Snickers commercial hynuck hynuck straight panic that's been flirting with the mainstream of late?

Hmmmm. Gay is the new funny. Wish someone had told us. We were really getting good at the whole "strident, humorless lesbian" thing.

This month's Glamour (did I just "out" myself in some weird way? I swear, I only read it for the articles) features a piece about a woman recovering from a Christian gay recovery center. Ex-ex-gay recoverer Christine Bakke, 27, shares her story.

OK, first off, at 27, let's not be surprised if Madame XX doesn't go through a few more twists and turns on this religious roller-coaster ride. They probably never warned her about those pesky Saturn returns in Bible school.

The piece describes the ex-gay Xtian recovery center as being "located in a gorgeous, dramatic Gothic townhouse, with gargoyles on the roof and stunning interior woodwork … [did a gay man write this? And how are they expecting to cure her in a place patrolled by gargoyles?] … that Christine came to know intimately — as part of her volunteering in the ministry, she polished the old wooden banisters." Is it just me, or does that visual suggest some serious overcompensation?

Christine relates to what struggling Christian poster boy the Rev. Ted Haggard has been going through: "Part of me feels really sorry for him. He has no choices. He has to go along with all their stuff, or he loses everything. Even though I’ve never been publicly shamed, I know how vicious some Christian people can be."

Ooh, girl. You think the grass is pinker over here?

Well it's nice to see that after years of dropping the ball, Out's balls have finally dropped (and they're almost as, well, ample as when Sarah Pettit was editor).

Perhaps they'd like to Google Map a li'l pink icon right here in Austin for their next closet cleaning?

Top shelf blog the Gideonse Bible posts this great think piece, putting into perspective the rise and drop and promise of this queer mass medium.

Perennial Austin political candidate and transgender warrior Jennifer Gale moved on up to Dallas, so we were surprised/happy to see this Gale update over on our sister blog (errr, em, brother blog?) Chronic.

"I don't like dat color!"
"Your nose looks like a cat!"

That unicorn Feathers reminds me of my friend Heyd.

Unicorns, represent!

Is the world ready for homo-hip-hop or the HomoRevolution as it was called last rainy Saturday night? The crowd was small, intimate, lined nervously in hotel ballroom chairs, unsure what they were about to endure.

The performers (some from close by, others from as far away as the UK) were hitting their 10th day on tour, and you could tell. Rode hard, put away homo; about 12 queer rappers vanning it through the Southwest on this country's first ever homo-rap tour. Hey, Papi, are we there yet?

Knight in shining Disney has slain its own homo-unfriendly dragon. The company will now allow same-sex couples the same privileges it affords straights -- to be married at its theme parks.

We'd add to the inevitable chorus of gay blogs with our own, snarky "Tacky see as tacky do," were this not exactly the sort of riduckculous thing we might do on a lark.

The turnabout came a surprise ... almost as much as the original news (broken in March 2007 by Michael Jensen at AfterElton.com) about the company's previous unmagical policy. After all, Disney has taken it on the chin (...) for equality and fair play regarding their domestic-partner benefits and other progressive policies.

Perhaps the house of the mouse will take on a Vegas-like nuptial notoriety during the attractions' (unofficial) Gay Days, with homo after homo jumping the bedknob and broomstick, as it were, putting the fairy back in their fairytale connubials.

Have you ever had baby on the brain? This is usually not a good thing, as most organisms with ovaries can attest, because the mind can plant seeds as effectively as any sperm-bearing organism can, and I have already done my part in the baby bearing department, but I digress -- which does not change the fact that I have had baby on the brain. Specifically lesbian baby.

Early this morning I had a vision. Veep daughter Mary CHeney and life partner Heather POe should name their baby (due next month) "Cho."

This vision miraculously reappeared in my mind's eye when I opened my e-mail to find that the very excellent Jennifer Chrisler from Family Pride ("national nonprofit organization committed to securing family equality for" GLBT, etc.) had released this statement.

Dick needs to get on the stick and represent. Dick.

I know I'm not the only queer kid who likes hip-hop. I know I'm not the only queer kid in town who likes it when girls (and sweet fellas, too) shake what they mama gave them and such, bouncin' that thing (or things) all enthusiasticlike to the kind of bass that gets you feeling, um, dirty. Or something.

So, this is the event that will cap off Austin Relay Pride, the queered-off section of the Texas Relays, which, this weekend, will completely transform the landscape of Austin to just a shade sassier, with a soundtrack of muff(ler)-rattling bass lines and zippy race cats to give a whole new meaning to Live. Music. Capital.

Homo Hip-Hop is coming. Homo Hop. It's HomoRevofuckenlution, bitches. And I'll be there, for a long lineup of queer kids who do what they do to who they do in the bedroom, yeah, yeah, whatever, (Johnny Dangerous is even bound to brag about it, but hey, look at that tongue) but what's more important is what these kids do on the stage. This shit is for real. If you don't know their names when you walk in, you will remember when you're leaving, grinning, sweatier than when you came.

You will shake what your mother hath given unto you. And your backside.

Saturday, April 7, starts at 7:30pm, Wyndham Garden Hotel (part of the Austin Relay Party Train), 3401 South I-35, $10.