By Billy Masters

"I did feel very sexy and desirable. Those prisoners looked at me like no other man did. I don't care how many people they killed."

—Kathy Griffin describes how she felt performing for the inmates at Perryville State Prison in Arizona. You'll be able to see this gig on the third season of My Life on the D-List, which will premiere on Bravo in June. The first season of the show will come out on DVD June 12.

I recently went to the premiere of Q. Allan Brocka's Boy Culture. Let me first apologize to Mr. Brocka. After seeing Eating Out, I mercilessly dismissed it from top to bottom. I've now seen Boy Culture and Brocka's talent as a director has progressed by leaps and bounds. Of course, it stands to reason that after directing a few features, one learns something along the way. This film looks like a good run-of-the-mill indie flick, which is a huge compliment for a gay film.

What isn't good is something that bothered me in Eating Out— every character speaks the same. As a writer, Brocka has consistently been unable to find a unique voice for his characters. And, worst of all, the voice he has found is stilted—no one talks like this. Throw in the cliché of a clumsily executed voice-over narration to "tell us" vital pieces of exposition a more experienced filmmaker would "show us," and it's clear that, while Brocka may be on the right path, he's still at the beginning of that journey. When the dialogue is this awkward, it's almost impossible to judge the acting, but no one is bad. The cast is attractive—not as attractive as the script continuously reminds us, but that's another story. Be forewarned: the filmed love scene is not one that will titillate my average reader, and it's the scene that is the least convincingly delivered. Even with all these caveats (a word these characters probably use in everyday conversation), it is entertaining and miles better than most gay movies.

The Hollywood premiere was attended by the usual suspects. In addition to those involved with the film, other luminaries on hand included Wilson Cruz, Robert Gant, Jason Stuart, Jai Rodriguez, Del Shores, Jacob and Joshua from Nemesis Rising, Harrison, Barry Krost, Ron Palmieri, Ben Patrick Johnson and Calpernia Addams.

Thank God Grease: You're The One That I Want is over. Let me again say that America fucked up by not voting for Derek. When all of the contestants were onstage, it was clear that he was the only one with the charisma to carry the musical. A friend of mine was in the original Broadway production of Grease and told me that in the history of this show, a gay man has never played Danny on Broadway. Apparently, that's a tradition that will hold true for this latest revival (FYI—the average age of the supporting cast appears to be early-40s).

Grease is fag-free (at least in the leading man department), and so is Heather Mills. The soon-to-be former Mrs. Paul McCartney has expressed sadness about her Dancing with the Stars partner. Turns out, she specifically requested a gay dancer. Imagine her surprise when she was introduced to Jonathan Roberts and he told her he had a wife. I don't know who was more shocked—Heather or moi! I must give Mills credit—she's done quite a good job. I started watching the show just to see her kick that leg right off. Now I spend most of the time trying to figure out which is the fake leg!

The cast of ABC's daytime shows took part in the third annual ABC Daytime Salutes Broadway Cares/Equity Fights AIDS, which raised over $300,000 for the organization. Although a number of great people appeared, everyone is talking about Tony Geary embodying Edna Turnblad alongside Stephen DeRosa, who just recently played Wilbur on Broadway. Believe it or not, Tony looks OK—actually, he looks better as Edna than he does out of drag! And he sounds OK too. Wanna see for yourself? Check out our Web site for the video.

Didya know Jai Rodriguez has a terrific singing voice? Judging from the ratings of Celebrity Duets, I'm sure this is news to you. But that's all gonna change. Our favorite Queer Eye has just signed a record deal with Airgo Music, and his first single, "Wake Up Call", will be coming out in June. We have a clip of the song on our Web site, of course, and it's quite good. Go take a listen at BillyMasters.com.

By now, everyone knows that the day after Jesse Metcalfe and his bitch-tits were banned from Hollywood's swanky Mondrian hotel bar, he entered an "unnamed facility" to "deal with alcohol issues." Those may not be the only demons he's battling. Hours before entering rehab, he allegedly went on a binge of some kind and decided to dye his hair platinum blond. But a manly, hetero-shade of platinum blond!

In an item that amuses me to no end, it's been disclosed that a high-profile writer paid a young man in connection with a kiddie porn story. Surely you remember Kurt Eichenwald, that creepy New York Times reporter (oops—make that ex-reporter, since he's no longer with the Times) who seemed ever-so-slightly too enamored with Web pornographer and former prostitute Justin Berry. In order to "gain the boy's trust," he sent Justin a check for $2,000—a system surely neither male was unfamiliar with. Of course, the Times (and most reputable papers) prohibit paying sources, which is probably why Kurt didn't tell anyone about the "transaction." What was his excuse? "It slipped my mind," he says. Uh ... yeah. Sure. What no one is talking about is what Justin did with that money. He re-opened his Web site and got his boys back to work. So, in a way, Mr. Eichenwald is a madame! Or a john. Take your pick.

Our "Ask Billy" question comes from Ben in Reno: "I recently started watching Dirt and couldn't believe how hot Grant Show is. And he's playing gay! The scene with him kissing Leo [Will McCormack] and giving him a blow job was unbelievable. Does he ever show any skin?"

Grant Show has always been a hottie in my book. You want skin?  What about his nude turn in the classic flick A Woman, Her Men, and Her Futon? You missed it? Shocking! I'll post a picture. I think he looks even better now, and the scene you mentioned from Dirt was just the beginning. In a subsequent episode, Grant is seen getting a blow job from a guy while he's working out (and he's got a hot ass). Yes, I've got some stills and video clips of both scenes and will post them on www.BillyMasters.com.

Could it be that two up-and-coming Hollywood hunks have hooked up? We all know they're best friends, but my sources say more than just a bit of spit is being swapped in private. Sure, one of them is hot and heavy with that oft-passed-around beard, but take it from someone who knows—these gents know how to go down.

When when I can deliver fresh gossip, an "Ask Billy" question and a blind item, then it's definitely time to end yet another column. And no one slipped me anything!  You know, I was thinking—we haven't had a gay male lead in the Broadway company of Grease, but we do have the first Danny with a little bit of Asian in him. That reminds me, I had a little bit of Asian in me once. It's not that I couldn't take any more—he simply didn't have any more to give. But that's another story. For the latest breaking celebrity dish, check out www.BillyMasters.com. If you have any questions, drop a note to Billy@BillyMasters.com and I promise to get back to you before Heather Mills auditions to be a Rockette! Until next time, remember, one man's filth is another man's bible.