On Monday we brought news of gay weekly rag HX editor Tray Butler making an exit the likes of books and traveling. Now fa-la-la-la-la-faggala corporate cousin Queerty announces his replacement: features editor Brandon Voss will be taking over. We hear the decision was made quite promptly following Tray dropping the news to his HX Media bosses. Says Voss of his new gig:

For me, HX has always epitomized everything that’s great about being gay, and I’m thrilled to put my passion for nightlife and pop culture to good use in elevating the magazine to the next level.

If HX really does "epitomiz[e] everything that's great about being gay," then clearly Voss' idea of what it means to be a homo includes bathhouses, rent boys, and 900 numbers. But congrats on the new gig!

Because Out editor Aaron Hicklin can't fulfill all our gay media gossip needs, it's time to let HX editor Tray Butler have a try. Perfect timing, too, since it could be his last: Tray has announced he's stepping down on Dec. 15 from the helm of the gay weekly, where he's been piecing together Madonna stories and Splash Bar events listings for the past year. And before that? He was the editor of the New York Blade (both are now owned by the same company).

So where is Tray off to? Blogs the editor:

The BF and I have a lot of travel planned for the next few weeks, time with our families for Christmas, then a long stint in Mexico with some friends over New Year's. After that, I'm going back to full-time freelancing: not only writing, but getting my illustrations out there more. I plan to finally finish a book I've had in the works for almost a year now.

The book is called How I Survived 52 Weeks of Covering Assplay, Barebacking, and Cyrstal – And Tried to Include Real Journalism, Too. Hudson News will be carrying it. In shrinkwrap.

Sure, last night might've been the official start to Passover, but in media land, we're not the only ones who miss deadlines. Which is why only today are we getting around to polling various personalities from inside the bubble as to their holiday plans, whether they're more likely to suffer from mother's guilt (and celebrate Passover) or daddy's drinking (and celebrate Easter) — or, like us, both. Let's see who else will be dipping their herbs (in gin) twice.

Jeff Bercovici, Women's Wear Daily
I attended a seder in the west village last night. We had Maxwell House-sponsored haggadahs that seemed to have been translated from Hebrew into Yiddish, then into Russian, German, and finally English, by someone who spoke none of those languages. This morning I had pancakes and pork sausage for breakfast. Take that, Yahweh!

Joe Scarborough, MSNBC
Going to be hosting an Easter egg hunt for my little girl's friends at our home in Pensacola, FL. If it's anything like last year, all the adults will be enjoying adult conversation and beer while I am dressed up like a 6'4" Peter Cottontail, sweating my rabbits' feet off.

Sunday to church and lunch with the family.

Tray Butler, HX
Normally Easter is the weekend of my annual pajama party, which has become a notorious tradition among friends over the years. I’m actually putting the ‘jamas and jelly-bean shots on hold this year for the sake of a more wholesome holiday, heading South to hide Easter eggs for my four-year-old brother. (Yes, there’s a bit of an age gap. Long story.) I’ll also hopefully catch up with a few friends in the ATL, and those kids are crrrazy. I’ll be packing some PJs, just in case.

Jack Shafer, Slate
I worship no deity, including the newly improved Jesus Christ. That means I'm available to break bread wirth anybody who asks me to attend their celebration. I have no invitations in hand, so I'll probably grill something and drink beer on Sunday.

Choire Sicha, New York Observer
Well, I don't know the month of Nisan from a Nissan. I prefer to use any of these less-high Holy Days to sit idly at my desk, IMing with the goyim. After sundown, I'll be playing poker, chain-smoking, and eating pepperoni pizza. Please send someone around on Sunday to roll away the emotional stone that keeps me trapped in my house on weekends.

Jesse Oxfeld, Gawker
I will, as always, be heading to the American Jew's promised land: The New Jersey suburbs. I believe today's Pesach Express leaves Penn Station at 5:20. I should be back in the city by 11 (as I was last night, too), ready to commence Gawking again in the morning. In observance of the holiday, though, I do write while reclining.

After the jump: Post-It Keith Kelly, Times ad man Stuart Elliott, Gawker gal Jessica Coen, Huffington Post's Rachel Skarl, and the NYO's Gabe Sherman.

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