"It's important to our audience that we have affection for our gay fan base and we'll always acknowledge that. They were there first."—Sarah Jessica Parker expresses her thanks to the gay community for helping make Sex and the City a hit. Does that mean it's our fault that the latest flick isn't doing so well?
I'm in my local Store 24, minding my own business, when—BAM!—I see the following headline: "Fergie Slept With Rich Men For Ca$h." So, I immediately think they're talking about that Fergie bitch from the Black Eyed Peas. Makes sense, right? But, no—this is Sarah Ferguson, the Duchess of York. Admittedly, I wasn't reading a headline off The Wall Street Journal. It was The Globe tabloid—but still... The story goes on to say that she got $450,000 from two oil tycoons. I'd be happy getting cab fare from a gas-station attendant, but that's just me.
Not to be outdone, The National Enquirer had its own eye-catching headline—"007 Is Gay!" Fool me once, shame on you. Make me pay for a tabloid, shame on me! I assume this one was about one of those lesser 007s—like George Lazenby. But, no, this story is about Daniel Craig—the current James Bond. Allegedly, someone saw him kissing a good-looking man outside a gay bar in Venice, California. While the "eyewitness" does say he observed the couple from across a parking lot, he recalls a startling amount of details for someone trying to parallel park: "It was an open-mouth passionate French kiss. In fact, Daniel held the guy's head in his hands and pulled him in for the kiss." Who the hell was this witness? Jackie Collins? A second source corroborated the story, and says once inside the club, the guys were dancing! I'm shocked. Dancing? In Venice? At the Roosterfish?
And yet Mr. Craig and his longtime girlfriend Satsuki Mitchell just purchased a one-bedroom penthouse in NYC. How do these two items fit together? Ironically, the real estate agent who sold Danny the place happens to be former porn star Tag Eriksson. The shocking part of this story is that Tag got a commission on a $1.9 million deal!
While many things about Bradley Cooper may be open to speculation, there's no denying his beauteous bod. You look at him and say, "Now that's a hot guy." You know who else says that? Bradley! In an interview with Details magazine, he talks about the first time he saw his upcoming "A-Team" flick: "I swear to God, it looked like my head was digitally superimposed onto someone else's body. I was like, 'This cannot be me—that's the way I look?' It was so fucking surreal, because as a kid I only fantasized about looking that way. Remember Soloflex commercials? That was huge when I was a kid. It was like, 'I wanna be the Soloflex guy. Mom, can we get the Soloflex?" Hmmm—he fantasized about Scott Madsen, the Soloflex guy? SHOCKING! I, too, asked my Mom a similar question. But I didn't want the Soloflex ... I wanted Scott.
Bradley wasn't always the masculine. When he was younger, he was often mistaken for a girl! He says, "I was in a coffee shop once and the waitress was like, 'What do you want, Miss?' I was 10 or 11—the worst age to have that happen." Not the worst. I can't tell you how many times a phone operator has called me "Ma'am!"
If Coop is still a fan of hot bodies, he should check out Ashton Kutcher in The Killers. When they were filming, I ran a video of Kutch getting his chest waxed—and looking hotter than ever. But if you're anything like me ( and I know you are ) , that tantalizing tidbit won't be enough to make you fork over your hard-earned cash to see a movie starring Katherine Heigl! Maybe you'll wait for the DVD—like that flick where he's a gigolo seducing that nutty Anne Heche! Well, Ashton's more than just a pretty face and a killer body. He knows what we're thinking. So he's illegally posted the film's first 13 minutes online: "The film's good enough to sell itself. I just wanted to show people that." You know how most people sell a movie? By screening it for critics and getting reviews. But, no, The Killers had no advance screenings—which is never a good sign. Well, I'm gonna help Kutch—'cause I'm a giver. Head to BillyMasters.com for some of the hottest pics ( and clips ) of Ashton's ass in action.
Our "Ask Billy" question come from Sam in Orlando, Fla.: "What do you know about Ronnie Kroell, the openly gay guy from the first season of 'Make Me a Supermodel'? I heard he was gonna do porn or something?"
Yes to the "or something" part. The sexy runner-up is the centerfold in the upcoming print edition of Playgirl. In an unprecedented turn, the publishers gave Ronnie full creative control over the shoot—he picked the photographer, stylist, etc. So if you don't like 'em, the buck stops there. Needless to say, there's lots of interest in these nude photos. But where can you see 'em first? At www.BillyMasters.com, of course. Let's just say he's, um, "impressive"—to say the least. You can also see Ronnie in person at a variety of pride celebrations around the country—including my native Boston June 12, L.A. June 13, Chicago June 24-29 and Cincinnati July 3-4. I'm told that 50 percent of the money he raises selling autographed copies of Playgirl will be donated to various local gay charities. Bravo!
When buying Playgirl is helping gay marriage, it's definitely time to end yet another column. Before we sign off, let's take a moment and remember the fabulous Rue McClanahan—thank you for being a friend. It's almost sacrilegious to remind you of all the salacious and sexy stuff on www.BillyMasters.com, but that's my job. If you've got a question, e-mail me at Billy@BillyMasters.com and I promise to get back to you before Bradley Cooper sends himself a fan letter! So, until next time, remember, one man's filth is another man's bible.
