I don’t really care in the least about the comings (pardon the pun) and goings of fashion designers. But this item in today’s Page Six about designer Mark Jacobs and how he’s got so much boy butt that it concerns people amused me.

MARC Jacobs is treading a thin line, his worried friends say. The fashion designer - who has been in and out of rehab over the past two years - showed up to the Costume Institute Gala Monday night two hours late with yet another nameless young man in tow.

“He spends most of his time partying until morning in Paris,” a friend said. “It’s out of control. There’s always a different boy and everyone is worried he’s going to pull a Halston” - referring to the legendary designer whose work suffered due to drinking and drugs. Halston died of AIDS in 1990.

Jacobs, since breaking up with his former rent-boy boyfriend Jason Preston, has been linked with porn star Erik Rhodes, boy toy Austin A. and now the new mystery man. But his personal troubles don’t seem to be affecting him professionally. Word is his champion, Anna Wintour, will honor him at next year’s Costume Institute Gala (this year’s honoree was Giorgio Armani).

If you’re a top level fashion designer, I have to imagine that makes you like King of the Gays (perhaps only falling behind popular homosexual club owner and small shorts supplier in the Gay Food Chain of Command). So given that, I don’t think it’s so shocking he’d be with a lot of dudes. But gay guys are ALWAYS with a lot of dudes. I’m pretty sure even the most conservative gay guy just got fucked seven times in the period it took me to write this post. So Marc Jacobs must be out there like a dictator committing racial extermination, just piling up bodies. Only instead of the gas, they get to familiarize themselves with the entrance to his colon. Just like Pol Pot!