In yet another predictable Ask Billy question, several of you wrote in about this topic.  The first query came from Drew in New Jersey: “Did you see Paul Downs nude on Hacks?  WOW – where has he been hiding that bod?”

Where have you been?  It’s always been there in plain sight.  Paul W. Downs (he uses his middle initial) has always been adorable, and his chiseled features suggested that his torso would be similarly sculpted.  Sure enough, there it was – for everyone to see.  Gay porn star perfection, but surely not the body we expect on a heterosexual writer – even with his queer sensibility.  But, remember, he’s also an actor.  That always muddies the waters.  In fact, we’ve got shirtless pics going back 10 years.  We’ve even got his ass – then and now.  On BillyMasters.com.

Before wrapping up, I want to make special note of the passing of some pretty special people.  Somewhere after Louella and Hedda, but before me and Michael Musto, there was Rex Reed – a kinda more feminine Rona Barrett.  To many, Rex was a bitchy film critic.  But if they paid attention, he was a helluva writer, a wry raconteur, and an all-around pop culture icon.  Speaking of icons, Jason Collins was more than a history-making NBA star.  He opened doors for everyone to have a place in sports based on their talent and not who they slept with.  While we always need to look forward, we can’t ever forget those who blazed the trail for us.  They will be missed.

When a straight writer has a gay porn star body, it’s time for this gay writer to do some crunches and end yet another column.  As one of my proofreaders pointed out – Downs is not only a writer on Hacks, he’s also a creator and showrunner.  That only makes it more confusing.  While I try to unravel that, you can check out BillyMasters.com – the site that always finds a way to work in a reference to Sheena Easton…and Arlene Dahl!  If you have a question – like how to get a refund on your Pussycat Dolls ticket – drop a note to Billy@BillyMasters.com and I promise to get back to you before Joan Collins gets that Oscar nomination.  So, until next time, remember, one man’s filth is another man’s bible.