ABOVE: KJ Apa has a great new spread in Rollacoaster Magazine.

BELONG: His thighs adored you, gay country, Nikki Haley lies for Trump and more ...

If you were worried about Britney Spears for any reason, take heart: She is probably getting all she can handle, at least in bed.

Spears's loverboy, Sam Asghari, felt the need to post a shirtless pic that oh-by-the-way flaunts his enormous package.

Keep reading to stare and drool, and for more hot links ...

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You hadda laff at Melissa McCarthy's balls-to-the-wall nailing of super-flustered White House press secretary Sean Spicer on SNL last night.

“Sit down, Glenn!” (Video still via NBC)

The idea that McCarthy, of all people, would take him on, was inspired, but her actual performance was up there with Bridesmaids among the ultimate best thing she's ever done.

Literally, a crappy impersonation (Video still via NBC)

I only hope people will stay angry along with laughing at this tool.

Do not miss it ...

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Kristen Stewart was the world's biggest pain in the ass to work with back when I ran a teen mag and she was the It girl of the moment, thanks to Twilight. In fact, even before the movie wrapped, she was sour to my bubbly reporter on the set, acquiescing to do a quick happy birthday video for my magazine's anniversary, but doing it with palpable contempt.

That's why I found it humorous that she skewered her too cool for school image in her SNL monologue last night, another reason I have to continually reassess her. (The other being her coolness about discussing her relationships with women and her acting, which I find to be top-notch over the years.)

But along with having a sense of humor about herself, Stewart also specifically referred to herself as “like, so gay, dude” in her monologue, and she skewered Donald Trump for his embarrassingly juvenile tweets about her.

Watch the killer monologue, which ends with an oopsy-daisy F-bomb ...

Touching speech from Merrick Garland on his nomination to SCOTUS.

Even if he fights the good fight till June, the math is not there for Bernie.

White House chooses trans woman as LGBT liaison.

Kristen Stewart spotted kissing and handholding with new GF.

Why James Duke Mason attended Nancy Reagan's funeral.

Sexy DJ James Cerne goes full-frontal in You're Killing Me. (Work Unfriendly)

James Cerne in You're Killing Me (Film still via OMG Blog/Wolfe Releasing)

Rare Zeb Atlas interview.

Kristen Stewart's in a lesbian relationship, has a cool mom.

UPDATE: Kristen's mom never said that stuff. UPDATE: Yeah, she did.

Mexico legalizes gay marriage.

Rachel Dolezal resigns as NAACP chapter prez.

Dolezal, when she was white, sued Howard University for reverse discrimination (!).

Dolezal is also a copycat.

The shoes in Jurassic World are stupid.

But can Chris Pratt run in high heels?

James Bond Spectre set video.

First-ever Nathan Sykes solo show.

Janet's insane tour poster deconstructed.

Pope Francis is green, but anti-gay.

Jeb Bush is running for president.

Good hed regarding Hillary Clinton.

Make-believe Clinton Dynasty better than Real Bush Dynasty.

Romney shamelessly flip-flops on Iraq.

Duran Duran's new album is Paper Gods (September 2015).

Towleroad gets a makeover.

Hot men in the shower.

Early frost

BOY CULTURE RATING: *** out of ****

In Still Alice, an articulate, accomplished linguistics professor (Julianne Moore) begins to forget things. She gets lost. She repeats herself. She suspects she could have a brain tumor, but the real answer is even more devastating—at the age of 50, she has early-onset Alzheimer's disease.

Her workaholic husband (Alec Baldwin), handsome son (Hunter Parrish) and warring daughters—one archly perfect (Kate Bosworth), one studiously rebellious (Kristen Stewart)—have to cope with this out-of-the-blue development, and must make choices about their own lives and about the woman who is at the core of their family.

Richard Glatzer and Wash Westmoreland were hired to adapt the film from Lisa Genova's highly regarded novel of the same name, and wound up directing it. The partners in creativity and in love have crafted a no-frills, achingly intimate document of what often is a breathtakingly swift decline, one which allows Moore precious little space in which to do anything more than be. The result is a moving, unaffected, ephemeral performance of the type for which she is renowned, and a performance which could become the one that finally brings her the Oscar she's richly deserved for many years.

Baldwin, always so good, may have burned himself with his long stint on 30 Rock and as a frequent SNL host; he has snarky resting face, which distracts from his character and from the film. Stewart, on the other hand, gives a mature performance that perfectly complements Moore's. The others aren't really fleshed out enough to judge.

Ultimately, the film is so hands-off it sometimes feels a little underdeveloped. That hurts it as an overall artistic statement, making it feel like an unadorned TV movie at times, but that approach does nothing to damage Moore and Stewart's effortless shared depth.

Glatzer (L) & Westmoreland (R)

As a postscript: It may surprise some to know that Westmoreland's directing career was launched in gay porn in the '90s, and that his work with Glatzer includes the broadly comic The Fluffer (2001), set in that milieu. Less of a surprise is that the men co-directed the affecting drama Quinceañera in 2006.