Although "debate" is a bit of a misnomer... Logo will host a live forum where all the Democratic candidates (except for Joe Biden and Chris Dodd) will each take the stage for 15 minutes, presumably to speak and answer questions from a panel that includes HRC's Joe Solmonese and Melissa Etheridge. The candidates will never share the stage with one another, and thus will be not be able to actually debate.

We hope the panelists ask some tough questions. (Like, why only two candidates - Dennis Kucinich and Mike Gravel - actually support gay marriage.) Also, all the candidates' stances on issues like employment non-discrimination and Don't Ask, Don't Tell are identical (yes, and no, respectively), so viewers will depend on the panelists to needle them a bit. It'll be all about reading between the lines and getting a feel for the person.

The cover story of this week's New York magazine is fascinating: the magazine traces the lives of Bravo reality tv "stars" after the cameras stopped rolling. For instance, remember Jay, from Project Runway, season one? He's homeless:

But bedding itself is missing from this studio, as is a kitchen and a shower, which matters more in this case than it ordinarily would: Though he’s the first- season winner of Project Runway, Jay, 32, is still homeless in New York.

“I haven’t been living anywhere for two years,” he says. “I sleep at other people’s houses. I sleep here if I’m drunk.”

Most people have fared better than him - Austin Scarlett, also from season one, is the creative director of a bridal line; Harold Dieterle of Top Chef, season one, has his own restaurant; Jeffrey Sebelia kept expanding Cosa Nostra. And at least Andrae Gonzalo isn't homeless:

You may remember Florida Republican state legislator Bob Allen's arrest last month after he allegedly asked to perform oral sex on a cop and give him $20 in a restroom at a public park. (Fittingly, Allen had been the author of a piece of legislation entitled the "Lewd and Lascivious Behavior Act," which would have prohibited public masturbation, whether or not there was consent between two adults. It failed.)

He's been maintaining his innocence throughout the proceedings, and the release of a new taped statement yesterday reveals just how despicable this guy is, claiming he was intimidated by the other party:

"This was a pretty stocky black guy, and there was nothing but other black guys around in the park," Allen, who is white, told police in a taped statement after his arrest. Allen said he feared he "was about to be a statistic" and would have said anything just to get away.

Wow. Apparently, "anything" includes paying to give blowjobs. To get away from the scary black men. Can he get any lower?

Last month, in an apparent slip of the tongue, a soccer team manager inferred on Brazilian televison that a star athlete on Sao Paulo's soccer team is gay. Says sports blog The Offside:

An apparent slip of the tongue on-air by a soccer club manager may lead a pro player in São Paulo, Brazil, to bring civil and criminal charges. José Cyrillo Jr., a manager with the Palmeiras team, answered a question on the “Debate Bola” TV program about rumors that a player from rival São Paulo was arranging a national television interview to come out.

Asked if the unnamed player was from Palmeiras, Cyrillo responded, “No, Richarlyson was almost with Palmeiras.” Richarlyson has now asked an attorney, Renato Prata Salge, to review video of Cyrillo’s interview to determine his legal options.

It's caused a national stir. And now, some ridiculous comments by a Brazilian judge in response to the case are adding more fuel to the fire.

Ever since I saw the new Phantom Of The Opera, I've been a fan of Emmy Rossum's. (She boinked Jake Gyllenhaal in The Day After Tomorrow and splashed around in Mystic River and Poseidon, too.) Apparently the talented (and opera-trained) Rossum's gearing up for a singing career. Unlike many of her actress-turned-singer contemporaries, Emmy writes her own music and it's, well, good!!

Our pal, sweet Perez-el, has posted one of her songs on his blog, and I can't stop listening. It's like Enya with uplifting lyrics (and (slightly) fewer ethereal moans).

Emmy's MySpace has some samples of her other songs, too, and she's got an EP available on iTunes. Give 'em a listen and let me know what you think. Should we go after her for the mag?