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At first it was ok. I didn’t mind. I mean, Levi Johnson is a pretty cute guy with a very sweet ass and constantly has one of those "deer caught in headlights" look, which must be really attractive to those fucking him. Hell, as a bonus he enjoys pissing all over Palin, which gives me no end of satisfaction. But now I’ve had enough. And it’s Joy Behar’s fault – apparently on a recent show she asked the dear 19-year old Alaskan how he felt about being a "Gay Icon". A Gay Icon she said. A FUCKING GAY ICON! I know some of you think this is a legitimate claim and you might even subscribe to this thought, but I would like to attest that this would, in fact, be a thought crime.

I mean what does being a Gay Icon mean anyway? I reject the seemingly newly ascribed criteria that it simply means 9 out of 10 gay men would like to fuck you. News flash: 9 out of 10 gay men will fuck anything with a pulse so it would make far too many of us gay icons. No; there has to be more to it than a perfect little 19-year-old ass, a hockey stick, and the ability to pro-create in arctic temperatures. How about some support for gay and lesbian causes (see Cyndi Lauper), being unabashedly out of the closet—Sir Ian McKellen, Neil Patrick Harris, et al—or creating art that many gay people respond to the fabulousness of Babs and Kylie. I am even happy with continuing with ascribing tragic heroine’s to this status (Judy and Liza) since many gay men identify with their struggle. But I draw the line at Levi. And so should you. You gotta be selective as to how you award titles like this after all. I mean, they don’t give an Oscar® to every two-bit actor or Orlando Bloom would have one for his role in Troy. It’s time to get some class back in to gay iconography or our iconic future will be filled with porn stars. It’ll be hot, but you might end up feeling dirty in the morning.

If you are a Jew like me (love you Mum!), you will know the importance of Passover. Once a year, my family gets together to dip apples in honey, eat matzo ball soup and fight with the relatives. Sometimes it can get pretty ugly, but it’s usually quite tasty. We do it each year because it’s a tradition—something our forefathers did before us and their forefathers before them. It has been passed down through centuries and it deserves our respect because of that. It also deserves the respect of all those goyim who, although they may not participate in any of the practices still appreciate its significance in the Jewish community as well as its cultural significance.

Which brings me, inevitably, to cruising and I don't mean the movie. You know what that is... You are standing against a wall minding your own business and some bloke smiles or winks at you from across the way. You check him out and then he walks away. You follow him to where he ducks into a side street and viola—you are in the middle of a hot anoymous sexual encounter. In Manchester, the city that brought us Queer As Folk (the original and the best) this age old homo practice is under threat due to some complaints from residents living near the Canal area—or the gay strip. Well, I am just up in arms I tell you! This is as much a tradition in the gay community as Passover is in the Jewish one. Years and years of oppression had lead to the divine necessity to get our cocks out in public areas and fornicate with one another. Sure, it can get ugly, and it doesn’t always lead to revelation but it’s part of the fabric and history of gaydom. It has allowed our forefathers to get their rocks off when there was simply nowhere else to do it, and it has created some of the most fabulous sessions of beachside sex our community could dare hope for. So let’s protect it, as a fundamental right—just like religious freedom. The freedom for gay men to fornicate in pre-designated areas is a God-given right. One as important as a matzo ball, and, in some cases (but not all) just as tasty.

Billie Myers is every gay man's fantasy. She's a singer/songwriter ballsy enough to stand up for everything she believes in—including gay rights—and mellow enough to make your heart totally melt. Hell, the first time I heard Kiss the Rain I almost died. I was in the midst of a long-distance relationship at the time (I am still come to think of it. I think people tend to feel the need to escape from me....) Anyway, in the midst of all of this stood Billie singing about what it really feels to be away from someone you love. Even though her message is often-times melancholy it's powerfully clear; hold on to love and feel it no matter where you are. It still resonates with me today. On that album (Growing, Pains) she also sang about what it means to feel love and that doesn’t have look the same, which is a critical message for a burgeoning gay boy. "Shark and The Mermaid" and "Opposites Attract" spoke early to my inner gay – and what a hot merman it was I pictured whilst I listened to that fab song (like Stan the Merman from Another Gay Sequel!) And Billie seemed to grow up with me – deeper more resonant love songs abound like "Vertigo". "Should I Call You Jesus" foretold conflicts that were just about to effect all of us more deeply.

Billie is an out and proud bisexual and is using her fame to fight for our gay rights all whilst producing even more beautiful and deeply felt music. She continues to grow up with us—with all of us. And we are uniquely lucky to have her.

(And we at Homopop are pretty lucky. Filmmaker JC Calciano contacted us about his new film that is in production called Is It Just Me?, and it features the song "I Hope You're Happy Now" by this sassy, soulful songstress. He sent us the freshly-cut video and we are one of the first blogs to host it! Thanks JC! And of course, check back because Robby O will be doing one of his fabulous interviews with the filmmaker about this hot little gay romance that'll be hitting us in 2010.)

For more info about Billie Myers please go to BillieMyers.com.

Look, I have nothing against bisexual people. I mean, I have been guilty of having long-term relationships with women—muff diving for miles and miles, arms worn out, tongue red and swollen. Most of us have done it haven’t we? Most even lived to tell the story—there was a friend of mine way back, though, that never made it back to shore. I am glad for bisexual people… double the fun and all that. You know, NEATO, but now bisexuality in the "celebrity" universe seems all the rage. This weekend Mika (the FABULOUS, flamboyant, camp singstress who looks great in leotards and face paint) came out as bisexual, saying, "I've never limited my life, I've never limited who I sleep with. So, whatever. Call me whatever you want. Call me bisexual, if you need a term for me." God, I am SO BORED with the whole "not limited myself" line... Yes, occasionally you might like to sleep with a chick, sometimes you might like just jerking off, occasionally, when the mood takes you might like to get a member of the school band stick a flute up your ass... but at the end of the day it is the altar of cock that you worship. It is the cock that keeps you up at night. You know it. We know it! And right now we need more than ever to stand our dicks up high and be counted! Celebrities are constantly taking the safe route like our friend Adam Lambert. Although he made up for it later. And half of the male cast if this year’s UK X Factor also appear to be bisexual too. So yes, we do want to label you, we want you to label yourself—hell you even have a flag! So maybe when the voices grow loud enough; there won’t be any need to silence them... or bi them up anymore.

I’m not gonna lie to you, despite my connections to the great land in the sun (Australia) and this gayerific city of London, nothing appeals to me more, intellectually, than a bit of American politics. Ms. Maddow, the lesbianic goddess of political discourse is one of my favourite commentators. She’s just so smart and strong... god, I am almost attracted to her—if she had a cock she’d be in such trouble, such trouble. But I digress; Keeneye touched on this porn issue last week, but what really got me thinking was Ms. Lesbianic’s segment on some fabulous republican spokesman claiming the Straight Porn Makes You Gay. Not gay porn making you gay but the straight stuff – ‘KEEP IT AWAY FROM YOUR 11 YEAR OLDS LEST THEY BE TURNED FAG!!!’ they cried.

It must have taken a lot out of me, being in the US... It seems that hanging with party animals like Keeneye and Matthew Montgomery has taken its toll on this poor London lad and I have been unable to get more than a couple of hours sleep every night since. This leads, of course, to many more hours to fill in a day, and discoveries of many fascinating internet nooks and crannies. Last night, around 4am, I stumbled upon The World According To and what a fascinating forum they have! Never before have I seen so much male celebrity peen in the one handy place... Of course, we are all familiar with Brad Pitt and Jude Law’s appendage, but this site goes further... how about a close up of Jake Gyllenhaal’s shorts while he is surfing? Video of Mr. Harry Potter performing naked in Equus anyone? And why does Prince William hold his cock like that when he is peeing? It’s just odd isn’t it? Did the butler teach him to do that? It must have been a trick... and how long does someone have to be dead before a look at their peen is OK again? Is it ever? Heath Ledger or John Lennon anyone? The list is endless! As it turns out, however, counting cock worked no better than counting sheep for me. Maybe it’s time to stop counting entirely and just get totally drunk before I hit the pillow. Yes, that’s the plan for tonight.

I can’t believe I didn’t make the list again. I woke up early on Sunday morning, certain that this was my year . When I went down to the shops I felt like a kid on Christmas morning, about to open the biggest, sparkliest box ....But when I finally got the influential Independent newspaper, and turned to the annual pink list, little gay heart sank. I realised, yet again, I had been overlooked as one of the top 100 most influential homos in the country. What did I have to do to be a homo of influence?

I scanned the list of the top 100 and some fascinating things stuck out to me. For one—how many conservative politicians there were, how few actors there were under 100 years old, and how few of these people were actually HOT (apparently it is very difficult to be of any great influence hot at the same time- outside saunas anyway.) Seriously, scan the list- who would you fuck? Maybe Beth Ditto (lead singer of queer band THE GOSSIP.) Singer Will Young perhaps. Brit comedian Simon Amstell’s cute in a young gay Jewish kinda way. But that’s it. And there has got to be a million gay actors in Britain, I know a couple of the bitches.... but none are out of the closet so they maybe go in to negative influence column... if that’s possible. Speaking of the negative column, what’s with director Stephen Daldry (Billy Elliot, The Reader)? Identifies as a gay man but is married to a woman. Automatic disqualification... And Jake Arnott??? HE. IS. NOW. IN. A ‘HETEROSEXUAL’. RELATIONSHIP. WITH. A .LESBIAN. A lesbian, folks. (If you gay boys aren't sure what a lesbian is click here.) In my book that is the antithesis of an influential gay. He may as well urinate on the grave of Harvey Milk.

So I have a plan for inclusion in 2010. I am going to get unfeasibly fat, join the Tory party, and marry a Lesbian.... top ten here I come!

HOMOPOP.com is reaching out of our US comfort zone and found this bloke in London to give us a little spin on life in Jolly ol’ England. The funny thing is that he’s an Aussie so we think we hit the jackpot getting two for the price of one! (We can't wait to see what fabulous prize we won, but until then check out his first edition and see for youselves.)

Coming back from Popstarz in London last Friday (big homo-friendly hop that happens weekly), tired and piss drunk... but exhilarated after meeting Dan Gillespie (lead singer of Brit rock band The Feeling.) We had a wild conversation about various subjects, like penis size and his undying love for me and then we worked out some new dance routines*.