You’re A Babe: Conner Habib

I met Conner while I was out with my bff Roman at a gay bar in LA called The Faultline. We were feeling very free, which meant we had done a little too much GHB and¬†were practically falling over, but I was wearing a really intense¬†leather harness, so I was maintaining chicness despite being somewhat of a disaster that night. At one point in the evening, Conner and I locked eyes and he mouthed my favorite question to be asked: “Are you okay?”

I danced my way over to him, gently shoved the guy he was talking to out of the way with my eyes (a trick Naomi Campbell taught me), and struck up a conversation. I quickly learned Conner was not only a writer and college lecturer, but he’s also a gay porn star, which is probably why he looked so familiar to me, and probably why Roman was dying to fuck him. Needless to say I was obsessed, so I decided to give Conner the Babe treatment…

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Sunday Prayer: Ian Ziering is 50.

When I was a young, young, young baby Babe, I was obsessed with the original cast of BH 90210 (thank you syndication). Like, scary obsessed. All of my friends had little crushes on Luke Perry and Jason Priestley, yet I had a little lady boner for Ian Z. Maybe it was his pure white blonde mullet/jerry-curl, or his shiny skin, but the dude got me going.

Well today Ian turns 50, which I acknowledge is the new 42, even for a guy, but still it makes me feel old as fuck.

So on this dreary sunday in NYC, let us all pray for me and the fact that I actually feel kind of old-ish. It’s fucking creepy. I’m only 26, which I acknowledge is the new 17, but still. OK, go fuck yourselves, I’m gonna cry for the next 3 days.

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