When you think of 50 Cent, what do you think of? Shot nine times? Makes awful music, awful movies and awful video games? Lover of men? Well, if you thought of that last one, then congratulations on being Rufus Wainwright!

[...] I get sideswiped by the boobs, the hair, the butts, the jewels, the cars, the bad boys. And I love, love 50 Cent. I think he's just the sexiest, and a brilliant writer. And I know he's gay.

Q: What makes you so sure?
A: That cute little voice of his. It's okay, 50 Cent. Feel free to call me anytime. My boyfriend and I are experts. You can come over for dinner. And maybe dessert. (Source)

...And by dessert, I think he means "his ass". Seriously, maybe the batteries in my Gaydar need to be changed, or maybe I need to bring it in for a tune-up, but somehow, I just don't really see it. Call me crazy, but if he were actually gay, the one part of him that sucked wouldn't be his music. Or his movies. Or pretty much anything else he's ever put his name on.