Wherein I somehow manage to finagle a drive in this car, the Mercedes Benz Classic Center’s $675,000 1955 300 SL Gullwing–an experience that is nothing short of mind-blowing–and the one behind it (which ain’t too shabby either.)

Read all about it here, in Vanity Fair.

The Gay Uncle chimes in on this very important question in a he said/she said post for his friends over at Cafe Mom. He is doing the “he said” portion of this discourse, while the “her” part is being handled by someone called Anonymous. I guess she doesn’t want word to get back to that pencil penised guy from college that he didn’t satisfy her.

Click right here to be elucidated.

Strollerderby picks up on the Gay Uncle’s, gay dad, birthday party sleepover, and ads some intelligent spin of their own. And by intelligent, Gunc means that they pretty much agree with his prescription. And by spin, he means illustrative anecdotes reflecting the grotesque homophobia of seemingly “normal” people.

Show them some love and give them a visit.

The Gay Uncle provides advice to a pair of gay dads who fear repercussions when their 11 year-old son asks to have a sleepover party to celebrate his birthday.

Read all about it, here, in Gunc’s MOMLOGIC column.

And then check out this follow-up piece at Strollerderby.

My take/take-down on that annoying, queen-y hating Newsweek columnist, for VanityFair.

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This week’s Glee episode, “Laryngitis” is the second hole-in-one of The Back Nine, pretty much.

Find out why it works, in my Vanity Fair Glee-cap.

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Wherein yours truly, and infamous car mensch Jamie Lincoln Kitman, go on an adventure involving a new Jaguar, an old MG, and a delicious Basque restaurant in The Middle of Fucking Nowhere, California.

What…?

This in Vanity Fair.

Heather Morris plays Brittany–the pea-brained cheerleader–on Glee, and she’s both funnier and smarter than her character.

Check out our interview for Vanity Fair.

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This week’s episode of Glee clutches tight to a narrative thread while the spool unravels around (and around) it.

Check out my weekly Glee-cap in Vanity Fair to find out what the fuck this is supposed to mean.

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April can be dreary. Stick Shift’s prescription? Gay it up with a once-weekly Mercedes injection.

Check out the latest in my online Vanity Fair car column. Fancy fagginess is just a click away.

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