The Marc Jacobs and Jason Preston break-up has been très tragic for the two of them, but quite amusing for those interested in another form of meta-reality after this week's très boring Parisian Hills. The two of them are sort of famous, so we can delight in their misery, but since they're only sort of famous, they use Facebook just like the plebs. And their respective relationship mini-feeds are the stuff of pure Web 2.0 tragedy. (Click to enlarge the image)

Designer Marc Jacobs' ex Jason Preston called in a correction to the earlier stalker sighting of him supposedly carrying on the subway "loads of heavy shit," including luggage. Bottom line: he was carrying only one, very small Louis Vuitton gym bag, and don't call his boots "combat boots" because they're so much better than that. Also, the former rentboy thought I was the person who spotted him on the street, so his voice mail was pretty fierce and kind of awesome. Here's the transcript:

Stalker sighting via email: "Just saw the one time hooker and one time boyfriend of recently Chelseafied designer Marc Jacobs clonking down Greenwich ave @ Bank street. In full on token gay garb: washed out ripped jeans, combat boots, trucker hat, and logo louis vuitton luggage. I guess now that MJ no longer patronizes him he has to take the subway, cause boy was carrying loads of heavy shit and not cabbing." UPDATE: Jason said it was only one gym bag, and not combat boots.

The Marc Jacobs threesome triangle game continues on. At last night's Hot Mess, a gay lounge party event (I don't really understand what these things are), former boy-for-rent Jason Preston (who looks disturbingly like someone I knew in high school) arrived on the arm of current gay pornographer Erik Rhodes. Jason is allegedly Jacobs' fiancé , and this may be the first time the pair has appeared without the ubiquitous fashion designer. Some anonymous source is telling Gay Socialite that all three have been screwing the other two separately and together for some time now. Breaking news: gay men sleep with other gay men and are all remarkably open about it. Update: A tipster tells us: "lamme. i was at hot mess last night, erik rhodes and jason preston were not hanging out." Lamme indeed!

• Marc Jacobs' threesome-friendly boyfriend Jason Preston is chivalrous and brave, if not literally ass-kicking. He saw a guy throw a drink on a girl, in a club, and told the dude to apologize. Unfortunately, the guy then whaled on Preston. Still, Bryanboy will be so totally proud. [P6]

Ohhh snap! If Facebook is any indication (and it is, always) former rentboy Jason Preston is engaged. We'll make the grand assumption that it's to constantly on-again-off-again boyfriend Marc Jacobs, the fashion designer and dirty, dirty threesome-haver. Now that they're making honest men out of each other, will they still participate in those decadent ménage à trois? Probably. Will they actually see this thing through to a wedding? Probably not. Does this probably mean nothing and we should take what Facebook says with a grain of salt? Um, NO! A scintillating Facebook screenshot after the jump.

Time used to be (I'm told) when bedding a porn star was fun and frivolous, mostly because said porn star didn't have a platform to ramble on about the "relationship." Alas, not so for fashion designer Marc Jacobs, whose affair with gay porn actor Erik Rhodes continues to get an increasing amount of attention. Poor Marc! All he's trying to do is discreetly engage in some (NSFW) hot threesome action with Rhodes and former rentboy Jason Preston, but Rhodes insists on blogging about their dalliances. Learn more after the jump, (plus a video of the oafish Rhodes at an awards show).

Marc Jacobs' former rentboy boyfriend reportedly told people who asked about the provenance of his dead mouse brooch that he couldn't take it off because it was "a gift from Courtney." We are trying this excuse the next chance we get.

• Concert mishap-prone diva Beyonce Knowles accidentally flashed her tits to an audience. And this had her lookin' so crazy, etc. [Hollywoodtuna which, actually, just typing that makes us feel gross]
  

We guess that when you've got someone's logo-style name tattooed on your forearm, there's a lot of pressure to stick it out.