R.I.P. Boy's Room. Go Go, We Hardly Knew Ye.

So we’ve been following the coverage of the whole John Paulus/Clay Aiken scandal that has been played out slowly in the press, and on Howard Stern. Basically, the gist of it is that Clay Aiken found John on bigmuscle.com, they emailed for a while, and then they had an unsafe sex session, in which Paulus, a former marine, bottomed for the pop twink. Paulus has a semen-stained towel to prove it.

As always, we wanted to wriggle ourselves right to the prostate of this matter, so we’ve actually had email conversations with Paulus. It turns out, contrary to what’s been reported, that he received no money for telling his tale to the National Enquirer. In fact, he was fired from his job, but he ended up getting a deal with porn director Michael Lucas, so hopefully he has enough money to buy condoms these days.

But it brings forth the question: if you slept with a closeted pop star, would you rat him out?

On the one hand, you wouldn’t tell a closeted guy’s parents that he was gay. But do people in the public eye have a greater responsibility to set an example? Is their personal comfort less important than getting mainstream America comfortable with gay figures?

Luckily, we’ve already had four shots of tequila at our desk in the last half hour, and couldn’t give a twat.

Viva la weekend!

(a moment of silence (and another shot) for the death of Boy's Room. Oh, how we loved/hated that place...)