The much-maligned tabloid darling Jessica Alba, 27, finally gave birth to her first child this week, daughter Honor Marie Warren, with long-time boyfriend Cash Warren, 31, whom she met on the set of Fantastic Four in 2004. The couple married a couple of weeks ago, just in the nick of time I’d say. Congrats on both fronts!

Jessica claimed recently they wouldn’t be selling pictures of their baby to the major print tabs, but it seems that statement was less than true. MSNBC’s the Scoop, has the scoop:

Jessica Alba, who gave birth to a girl on June 7, doesn’t seem to have plans to sell photos of little Honor Marie Warren — at least not yet. “I haven’t really gotten any (offers) — not that I’m aware of. You have to understand, everything that is written is kind of bull,” Alba told the New York Daily News.

Several magazine insiders say Alba’s claim about the offers is not true. In fact, the insiders say offers were made to Alba, that she was kept in the loop and that some talks are still in progress.

The insiders cite Us Weekly, OK! magazine and People as the weeklies most likely to score a deal. “She is part of the talks, I don’t know why she’d go out and say that,” said one insider.

Alba’s rep, Brad Cafarelli, clears up some of the confusion, saying, “While several publications have expressed interest in photos, Jessica and Cash have not entertained any specific offers, nor was it something they wished to commit to before the baby was born.”

I love Hollywood. Seriously, if it weren’t full of so many phonies, liars, cheats and sneaks my job would be a drag! Luckily, there’s something about being a detached-from-reality famewhore that makes people’s brains sort of sluggish.

I loved that last paragraph quoting Alba’s flack and how he “clears up some of the confusion,” ‘cuz you know, we’re all really stupid. Personally, if you want to sell pics of your “brown” baby to the tabs, just go for it you miserable grouch (”brown” is the term Jessica used, when she stated she hoped she’d have a brown baby and not some “white” baby, most likely because she has a horrible reputation for being less than proud of her latin heritage). It’s her kid, if she wants to profit off of it, it’s her business, but don’t go around lying about it, or trying to spin it, or worse yet, perhaps imply those who do sell pics are somehow beneath you.

Ugh, some celebs are too stupid to see how absolutely ridiculous and pathetic they come across. If I did PR for famous people (something I think I’d be great at IMHO) I’d have said, “Look, nannies, silk diapers, mink jumpers and Jaguar strollers don’t pay for themselves. If some dumbass wants to spend $3.50 to see pics of my client’s spawn, then who are we to deny them their joy. Now piss off jackass.”

See, simple, honest and direct. Just the way I like it I’m available, will work for beer.

Jeebus H. Tapdancing Xenus! Just when you thought Fox’s No Spin Zone’s very own Bill O’Reilly couldn’t be a bigger assmonkey, you see this video of him during his time on “Inside Edition.”

Sadly, the crybabies at YouTube have already had it pulled because they are controlled by anyone with a bigger schlong than they have (which is EVERYONE including eunuchs), but Gawker has it preserved for journalistic integrity.

So, go on over and watch Bill make an ass out of himself, for the billionth time.

And just for fun, below is a nice clip of Bill getting his sh*t thrown back at him by Andrew Morton, who is as handsome as he is tall. Bill on one hand says he has a friend who is a Scientologist and tries to defend the “religion, but then proudly proclaims it’s a cult to Morton, ‘cuz you know, Andrew might not have caught on to that fact. This interview is so full of fail for O’Reilly they should call the “No Win Zone”.

Yes, just when you thought the saga of Roger Clemens couldn’t get any stranger, it gets stranger.  I admit I haven’t been following this whole Roger/steroids story as much as some (I’m not a big baseball fan), but when Shaun Daily mentioned this on his BTR show yesterday, I sat up and took notice.  It seems that he and troubled country singer Mindy McCready met when she was fifteen and this developed into a long sexual relationship:

Roger Clemens carried on a decade-long affair with country star Mindy McCready, a romance that began when McCready was a 15-year-old aspiring singer performing in a karaoke bar and Clemens was a 28-year-old Red Sox ace and married father of two, several sources have told the Daily News. [...]

Contacted by the Daily News Sunday through his lawyer Rusty Hardin, Clemens confirmed a long-term relationship but denied that it was of a sexual nature.

“He flatly denies having had any kind of an inappropriate relationship with her,” Hardin said. “He’s considered her a close family friend. … He has never had a sexual relationship with her.”

Apparently, Mindy began travelling with Roger after they met in a bar where she was singing at age fifteen:

Hardin said the Rocket’s wife, Debbie, knew McCready and that the singer had traveled on his plane. [...]

[Brian] McNamee, who worked with and traveled with Clemens extensively over the last decade, has confirmed that he saw Clemens and McCready together on many occasions, including in Clemens’ room at his apartment in the former SkyDome, now Rogers Centre, in Toronto, and that Clemens talked of McCready often. Should McNamee decide to countersue for defamation, McCready could surface as a witness for that case as well.

According to sources, Clemens was with his Red Sox teammates in a Fort Myers, Fla., bar when then-teenager McCready caught his eye. After Clemens threw a shirt with his and several teammates’ signatures onstage, an introduction was made.

“It was love at first sight, no doubt about it,” said a source with intimate knowledge of the relationship.

According to the source, McCready did not learn that Clemens was married to Debbie Clemens until McCready attended a baseball game with her two younger brothers and read Clemens’ bio in the program. The source says that McCready was too young to be angered by the news that Clemens was taken.

Roger has sued his former personal trainer for defamation of character, a bit ironic and a huge risk since when you do so, you claim you had unsullied character to begin with:

From a public relations standpoint, Clemens’ decision to file the suit against McNamee the night the Rocket appeared with Mike Wallace on “60 Minutes” could end up being the biggest risk he has taken yet. Clemens, under investigation for perjury, has already endured the ignominy of publicly admitting his wife’s own human growth hormone use, having photos of bloody gauze and needles linked to him and embarrassing scrutiny of an alleged injection-site abscess on his buttocks. [...]

“The issue in Roger’s suit against McNamee is Roger’s reputation and how it has been damaged,” said Richard Emery, one of McNamee’s lawyers who is handling the defamation suit. “If it’s proved that he’s a philanderer, his reputation is already damaged. When you sue for defamation, you put your whole reputation in the community at issue. Anything is fair game, including his claim of sanctimonious purity. We would cross-examine him and other witnesses who might impact on his alleged behavior. We would probably subpoena her and witnesses who knew [of the relationship]. He’s a ‘family man’ - he implies that. It’s about what his damages are. All is fair game.” [...]

The seven-time Cy Young Award winner’s orchestrated public relations blitz began shortly after the Dec. 13 release of the Mitchell Report on drug use in baseball. It focused as much on Clemens’ family-man reputation as it did on McNamee’s checkered past and apparent lies about his involvement in an incident in Florida in 2001 for which he was investigated for sexual assault. No charges were ever filed in that case, but Clemens’ lawyer Hardin papered the media with accounts of the incident.

The relationship with McCready paints a very different picture of Clemens than the one drawn by Jose Canseco in his book “Juiced,” where he went out of his way to say that Clemens was one of very few professional ballplayers who was faithful to his wife.

And it smacks of a different Clemens than the one who spoke passionately of his family in his opening remarks to Congress Feb. 13. Debbie Clemens was seated behind her husband at the hearing.

“Anyone who has spent time around me knows that my family is and has always been my top priority,” a portion of the statement read. “My wife, Debbie, and my sons - Koby, Kory, Kacy and Kody - mean more to me than anything in the world. Having said that, baseball has definitely provided me with significant opportunities off the field.”

But wait, there’s more…

Now this is the real deal.  So many of today’s primadonna “stars” could take a few notes.  Despite crushing some of the bones in his foot in an equipment malfunction, country star Kenny Chesney decides the show must go on:

Chesney’s foot was stuck for about 30 seconds between the stage and a lift that elevated him to the stage at Williams-Brice Stadium, according to CMT.

The singer was limping and holding his knee, CMT reported.

After the show, doctors from the University of South Carolina cut off Chesney’s boot to minimize damage.

“I took one look at those fans, and there was no way I wasn’t going on,” Chesney said in a statement. “Sometimes the energy and the adrenalin pull you through.”

He added, “They had come to rock, and there was no way I was sending them home with anything less than the best of what me and my guys came to do – put it all out there and give them back at least as good as they gave us.”

Noooooo…not the boots!

Thirty seconds?  So many superstar fragile flowers nowadays won’t go on stage if they get a hangnail, let alone getting their foot stuck in a piece of machinery for thirty seconds.  Seriously…have you ever had anything painful happen to you for thirty seconds?  It seems like an eternity.  If he had on tight boots, that might have helped him limp through the show, but still…that had to hurt major bad.

But, I guess if you can stand being married to Squinty McSquint, crushing your foot is comparable to a kiss from a baby.

Rob Lowe posted an impassioned article on Huffington’s Post recently about a very difficult situation in his personal life. According to his portrayal, his family is under attack by a former employee, Laura Boyce, who after many years of working closely with the family, suddenly disappeared last November without a clue as to where she went or why. The Lowe’s for their part became concerned enough for this woman’s whereabouts they filed a missing person’s report, only then did she come forward, and the nature of her disappearance revealed: she wanted money or she was telling on them.

Sounds mysterious and salacious, huh? No doubt Lowe’s own sordid past from his youth may be coming back to haunt him, or in this case, used against him. Before we even get into the specifics, I will give you my take initially.

Anyone in the public eye who is forthcoming with these kinds of issues strikes me as someone who has the facts on their side, I doubt Lowe, who has weathered his own personal storms, would be so bold as to make proclamations about his families innocence against claims of abuse, if he weren’t sure they could stand up under scrutiny. I could be wrong, but human nature is some instances, is VERY predictable.

But wait, there’s more…

Heath Ledger’s family has been stunned by new revelations that he may have fathered a secret love child when he was just seventeen years old:

Ledger was a 17-year-old schoolboy when he had an affair with an older woman who is thought to have only discovered she was pregnant after their relationship ended.

The woman was living with another man at the time of the alleged affair.

Yesterday, Ledger’s uncle, Hadyn Ledger said: “There is a very real possibility that Heath was the father.”

If it is confirmed that Ledger is the girl’s biological father, it could split his multi-million dollar estate between his two-year-old daughter Matilda Rose with Hollywood actress Michelle Williams, and his secret love child. [...]

Heath was still at school at Guildford Grammar when he began the affair with the woman, then aged 25.

Yesterday another family source said: “She had the baby. Everyone lived under the assumption that she was the daughter of the mother’s boyfriend and that is how she has been brought up.” The woman is now married with a young family.

Heath’s will was drawn up in 2003 and does not mention either Michele or Matilda, who was not born yet. It lists only his father, mother, sister, and half-sisters as beneficiaries, although his father Kim has said that Michelle and Matilda will be taken care of.

The battle over Heath’s estate has highlighted a long-simmering feud in the Ledger family between father Kim and his brothers, stemming from his handling of their father’s estate:

The family feud began when Kim became executor of their grandfather, Sir Frank Ledger’s estate over 20 years ago. He borrowed heavily against the $2 million estate, leaving it heavily in debt before he was removed as executor by the WA Supreme Court in 1994.

It’s interesting that rumors of this love child pop up now, after his death and while his estate is being settled, and not while he was alive. Could there have been tension between Heath and the mother? Could she totally be bluffing? Only a DNA test will tell for sure. Couldn’t they have quietly done a DNA test before releasing this to the media?  That way, if it were not true, life could go on for this child as normal.  Of course, this child (now around ten years old) will undoubtedly hear all about it, and have to readjust from thinking one man is her father to thinking of another man as her father. That’s a big thing for a kid to have to handle. I see a tell-all exclusive interview with the mom in the future, complete with a nice check.

This could have been handled in private. Why can’t people think before they open their big mouths?

Or something like that.

Apparently, sleeping in tents and bunks is good enough for our brave men and women serving in the Armed Forces, but for Jessica Simpson, not so much:

Jessica Simpson is headlining the Operation MySpace concert in Kuwait Monday, but industry insiders are wondering how Simpson is going to pull off making her performance look like a gift to the troops given how little time she’s spending with them and the exorbitant expense required to shuttle Simpson overseas and back to the U.S.

According to a source close to the Simpson camp, a private plane carrying Simpson and her entourage — which includes dad Joe, hairstylist Ken Paves, her personal assistant and a stylist — left L.A. and was due in Kuwait the evening of March 9. Total cost for the plane was approximately $150,000.

Someone will be picking up the tab for accommodations as well, even though it’s been touted that Simpson will be forgoing her standard hotel suite to spend the night living like the troops in a bunk. The source close to Simpson predicts that any time spent in a bunk will last no longer than the time it takes for a photo.

“Jessica doesn’t sleep in tents or bunks the night before a concert. She needs to give a good performance — there’s no way Joe will want The Pussycat Dolls (who are also performing as part of the same show) to upstage his daughter. He’ll have her sleeping in a proper bed in the right environment.”

Other expenses include her stylist and makeup artist (who both charge approximately $6,000 per day), and Paves, whose day rate is a whopping $10,000, according to the Simpson source.

“This isn’t a charity show. The people around Jessica aren’t donating their time or cutting their rates as if this was Jess’s charity Operation Smile. Someone is picking up the tab, and it’s not going to be Jessica.”

When the concert is over, Simpson has about three hours for quality time with the troops before her plane takes off again. “Literally, she’s going to sing ‘These Boots Are Made for Walking,’ and she’s going to be walking herself right back onto that plane,” said the source.

“The decision for her to do this doesn’t make sense,” said the source. “Her album is not ready for promoting, she risks being upstaged by the Pussycat Dolls and there’s no way to come out of this without looking like a financial drain on the project.” (MySpace and Simpson’s reps decline to comment on who is covering costs.)

What, girlfriend can’t put on her own hair and makeup?  This isn’t a movie or a red carpet appearance, it’s a concert for the troops.  And is Jessica Simpson really the best we can do?  Haven’t the troops suffered enough already?

I realize that celebs do have certain special needs that Joe Schmoe The Ragpicker doesn’t have, especially as far as security.  But come on…a brush, a hair dryer, and some mousse don’t cost that much, and every first-grader can comb their own hair and apply a product to their lips.

I am all for entertaining the troops, but I am not at all for people using that to promote themselves and engage in diva behavior.  And Jessica hasn’t done anything in years that hasn’t been all about her.  Instead of wasting all that money, at least some of it could be donated to charities who help the soldiers and their families.  Better yet, donate it all, and let Jessica stay at home.  But wait…would she get any press out of that?

Face it, sistah…you’re no Marilyn, who went to Korea while on her honeymoon to Joe DiMaggio and performed ten shows in four days, swooping in while hanging out of a helicopter, singing to the troops in the freezing cold, and getting sick in the process:

February 16, 1954: Marilyn arrives in Korea. Her entrance is magnificent. Anticipating the Playboy-bunny scene in Apocalypse Now, she asks the helicopter pilot to swoop down over the troops in the field so she can wave to them. Lying on the helicopter floor, Marilyn extends her upper torso fully outside the bay (a pair of hefty enlisted men holding her legs) as the chopper repeatedly strafes the front.

The star, who has never before played to a live audience, has pulled together an act out of numbers from Gentlemen Prefer Blondes and How to Marry a Millionaire. In her posthumous memoir, My Story, Monroe describes waiting in the wings before her first performance and hearing the roar of the crowd drown out the music. An agitated officer rushes her out on stage, afraid that the audience will riot. At the last of Monroe’s ten performances (during which she entertains some 100,000 troops) the troops do riot. Forced to wait for hours in subzero cold, some 6,000 members of the 45th (”Thunderbird”) Division stomp down the barriers and throw rocks to clear the stage for Marilyn. The next morning she returns to wish them goodbye, but instead of sayonara uses eleewah, Korean for “Come here,” and precipitates another mad stampede. Marilyn left Korea with a mild case of pneumonia, but told Jennings that her work there had been her “greatest experience with any kind of audience,” “the best thing” that had ever happened to her.

 

(I do know that there were many, many other entertainers who went overseas and endured harsh conditions to bring our brave troops some joy, but Marilyn was the first one to come to mind when thinking of someone for a compare/contrast.  Face it, it wouldn’t have been as effective had I chosen Bob Hope.  And he didn’t look nearly as good in a dress.)

No word yet, however, on whether he copped to being a gelatinous skidmark in the underwear of the music business.

Yes, Lou Pearlman, the musical genius behind (some would say literally) some of the world’s most famous boy bands, finally agreed to plead guilty to various charges:

The creator of the Backstreet Boys and ‘N Sync has agreed to plead guilty to charges he laundered money and made false statements during a bankruptcy proceeding. 

Boy band creator Lou Pearlman has agreed to plead guilty to money laundering and making false statements.

Lou Pearlman will appear in court Thursday, according to a 47-page plea agreement released Tuesday.

Federal prosecutors accuse Pearlman of lying to investors to raise millions of dollars for fake companies.

They say the total loss to investors is estimated at more than $300 million.

The plea deal says Pearlman will help investigators develop cases and testify against others who helped in his schemes.

Federal prosecutors still plan to seek a significant prison sentence for Pearlman.

Well, that’s good.  At least he still has a chance to use his talents.

So what exactly did Big Poppa (as he wanted his young proteges to call him) do, besides obviously exist on a diet of chocolate-covered bacon?  He fled the country after allegedly bilking investors out of almost $320M in fifteen years, duping people (mostly Florida retirees) in an intricate Ponzi scheme that eventually came crashing down.  He fabricated companies for investors to pour money into, he ruined lives with endless lawsuits, and in the end ran off with his tail between his legs when the truth came out.  He was eventually busted by the FBI on the island of Bali, where he had registered at a hotel under the alias “A. Incognito Johnson.”

As if that were not bad enough, it turns out that Lou, who had begun his empire in the blimp business (you can make up your own gas joke there), had an eye for the boys…not just for their talent, how well they could sing or dance or how nice they looked for the camera, but for his own nefarious purposes.  Starstruck young men (and their parents) were duped into falling for his line of bull, only to find themselves sharing more than profits with the rotund Svengali:

Some, especially the teenagers, shrugged and giggled when he showed them pornographic movies or jumped naked onto their beds in the morning to wrestle and play. Others, it appears, didn’t get off so easily. These were the young singers seen emerging from his bedroom late at night, buttoning their pants, sheepish looks on their faces. Some deny anything improper ever happened. But the parents of at least one, a member of the Backstreet Boys, complained. And for any number of young men who sought to join the world’s greatest boy bands, Big Poppa’s attentions were an open secret, the price some paid for fame.

“Some guys joked about it; I remember [one singer] asking me, ‘Have you let Lou blow you yet?’” says Steve Mooney, an aspiring singer who served as Pearlman’s assistant and lived in his home for two years. “I would absolutely say the guy was a sexual predator. All the talent knew what Lou’s game was. If they say no, they’re lying to you.”

Vanity Fair published a great article on this, from which the above quote was taken.  It’s a long read, but well worth the time if you want to know more about the seedy side of creating those innocuous boy band hits and the perfectly coiffed young males in them.  For example:

From outward appearances, Pearlman was not gay; in fact, over the years he dated several women, including a nurse. But even in those early years, when Pearlman shepherded the Backstreet Boys to appearances around the U.S. and Europe, members of the group and their families frequently gossiped about his sexual proclivities. “As a mother, you kind of put two and two together,” remembers Denise McLean, A. J. McLean’s mother. “Yet there was always that fine line where you sat back and went, ‘O.K., is this a guy who always wanted to be a father or an uncle? Is this all innocent? Or is it more?’ I kind of thought that there might have been some strange things going on. But you just didn’t know.” [...]

It was during this period, in 1997 and 1998, that the first allegations of inappropriate behavior involving Pearlman appear to have surfaced. One incident centered on the youngest of the Backstreet Boys, Nick Carter, who in 1997 turned 17. Even for many of those closest to the group, what happened remains unclear. “My son did say something about the fact that Nick had been uncomfortable staying [at Pearlman's house],” Denise McLean says. “For a while Nick loved going over to Lou’s house. All of a sudden it appeared there was a flip at some point. Then we heard from the Carter camp that there was some kind of inappropriate behavior. It was just odd. I can just say there were odd events that took place.” [...]

In a telephone interview, Jane Carter stops just short of acknowledging Pearlman made improper overtures to her son. “Certain things happened,” she tells me, “and it almost destroyed our family. I tried to warn everyone. I tried to warn all the mothers.” Told that this article would detail allegations that Pearlman made overtures to other young men, she replies, “If you’re doing that, and exposing that, I give you a big flag. I tried to expose him for what he was years ago.… I hope you expose him, because the financial [scandal] is the least of his injustices.” When I ask why she won’t discuss it further, Carter says she doesn’t want to jeopardize her relationship with Nick. “I can’t say anything more,” she says. “These children are fearful, and they want to go on with their careers.”

I won’t go on, but trust me…the article is worth a read.  Grab a cup of coffee and some cookies and take a few minutes out of your life.

Oh, here’s a bit of Fat Louie trivia…I noticed this little throwaway sentence while rereading the article, and a little recognition bell went off in my head:

Other groups were soon in the works, including a five-teen band named Take 5, a three-teen group called LFO, and an all-girl group named Innosense.

And who was in Innosense, but none other than our own favorite trainwreck Britney Spears?

Two doctors are being investigated in the death of actor Heath Ledger.  Federal drug authorities are looking into the drugs prescribed, because Heath’s death was blamed on an accidental mixture of prescriptions:

The doctors - one in California, one in Texas - are believed to have supplied the “Brokeback Mountain” star with the powerful painkillers Oxycontin and Vicodin, law enforcement sources said. Authorities want to know if the drugs were prescribed illegally. “It’s an ongoing investigation,” a law enforcement source told The News Tuesday. “It’s not clear if there was any wrongdoing.”

The revelation came more than a month after the 28-year-old Australian heartthrob’s naked body was found in his SoHo loft.

The city’s medical examiner ruled Ledger died on Jan. 22 of an accidental overdose of six prescription drugs, including the two painkillers, sleeping pills and anti-anxiety medication. The federal Drug Enforcement Administration has subpoenaed the medical examiner’s findings as part of its probe into the doctors, the sources said.

Do they always have to say he was found naked?  Like that in and of itself is some sort of crime or weirdness.  Lots of people sleep naked.

It may or may not be that these doctors are guilty of any wrongdoing.  However, it is only prudent of physicians to check what prescription or OTC medications a patient is already taking, and writing new prescriptions accordingly or advising patients on the safety of taking one medication with another.  Heath may or may not have told his doctors of any other medications he was taking.  It may come out that he purposefully obtained the prescriptions without the doctors knowing of each other.  Or, it might be as simple as he just didn’t realize the dangers of taking one with the other.

Heath had fought a long battle with drug use, but by all accounts he was trying to get clean when he died, and illegal drugs played no part in his death.  He also suffered from severe insomnia, which led him to take a prescription sleep aid that turned out to be not much help to him.  Plus, at the time of his death, he was suffering from pneumonia, which undoubtedly weakened his immune system.

Always check with your doctor before mixing any sorts of medications, and make sure you know what you’re taking and what it does to your body.

UPDATE:  These two doctors have been cleared:

Federal officials have ruled out two L.A. and Houston-based doctors as the providers of the OxyContin and Vicodin that played a part in the accidental overdose of Heath Ledger, reports the New York Post.

After questioning the docs, the Drug Enforcement Agency found they had prescribed the Brokeback Mountain star other medications, just not the heart-stopping drugs that resulted in the 28-year-old death in NYC on January 22.

Well MY illusions have been shattered.

It would seem one Mario Lavanderia, better known as Perez Hilton, told an aspiring young blogger that he’d promote his site in exchange for some sex videos, and then bailed on him faster than you can say, “Hand me a tissue”:

Jonathan Jaxson - a former publicist and founder of gossip site JJ’s Dirt - told Page Six he sent Lavandeira sexually explicit videos of himself with the hope of Lavandeira’s help, which never materialized.

“He would tell me he would give me stories for my blog,” Jaxson, 24, said of Lavandeira, 29. “He used me.” [...]

The New York Times ran a gushing puff piece on “Perez” Tuesday, reporting he gets 2.8 million visitors a month and is in talks with Warner Music for his own label because he has such a great ear for new music.

In an exchange from Sept. 1, 2007, Lavandeira told Jaxson, “you should totally make a sex tape . . . (but not with me).” Jaxson wrote back, “I will have to make one on here for you tomorrow and e-mail it to you.” Lavandeira responded, “Hot! Do it now!”

The next afternoon, Lavandeira asked Jaxson, “When are you sending me that video you promised?” Jaxson responded, “If you do a phone blog with me for my blog . . . as if I am cold calling you in attempt to get advice for my blog. You can be totally rude. I don’t want others to know we talk.”

The next day, Lavandeira asked again, “Where is that video?”

Jaxson told Page Six he sent Lavandeira videos of himself masturbating and other forms of “sex videos,” but said he only met Lavandeira in person three times - once in Florida and twice in New York.

“I fell in love with Perez. I thought he had a huge heart . . . but he’s just a [bleep]hole,” Jaxson told us. “We started working together and communicating on how to make my blog bigger. Then it got more personal and intimate.”

Hmm hmm hmm.  I mean, I’ve used Perez’s site for information before, and generally he can get some good dirt on celebs, but this is something different entirely.  Is Perez the pottymouth calling the celebrity kettles black?

I mean, it could be a case of a spurned lover wanting to extract some publicity, or cash, from someone who is in a more advantageous position than they are.  But, then again…in things like this, it’s often he said, he said.  This one ought to get good.  Nobody can hold a grudge like the gays.

But there is a lesson to be learned by all you young thangs out there:  Never put on video or audio what you don’t want people to see.  Oh yeah, and people will say anything for sex.