September 29, 2011
From the mouth of Ann Coulter, via her website, via Towleroad:
"It is beyond absurd to demand that Republican candidates pledge not to consider altering a recent rule change overturning a military policy that had been in effect from the beginning of warfare until the last few weeks of the 111th Congress.
Of course there was booing for that!
At the time of the vote -- five minutes ago -- only eight Republicans in the entire U.S. Senate supported eliminating Don't Ask, Don't Tell. It's safe to assume that no one on the stage supported this sexualization of the military, except maybe one of the nut candidates polling at 3 percent.
This is not an anti-gay position; it's a pro-military position. The basic idea is that sexual bonds are disruptive to the military bond.
Soldiers, sailors and Marines living in close quarters who are having sex with one another, used to have sex with one another or would like to have sex with one another simply cannot function as a well-oiled fighting machine. A battalion of married couples facing a small unit of heterosexual men would be slaughtered."
UPDATE: The delightfully mirthful Richard Lawson wrote this fun send-up to the whole Gay App situation with a half-dozen of these kinds of gems:
"If you come home from work and you hear noises upstairs and you go up to investigate and your son's door is open and you catch him "hooking up" (as kids call it today) with his friend Michael, and you quickly turn around and walk back downstairs and later that night over dinner you say "You know, honey, if there's ever anything you need to tell me..." and he says "Mom, I'm gay," then your son is gay."
HERE if you'd like to actually read.
September 28, 2011
September 27, 2011
LINK to watch a three-minute clip of wildly obnoxious gay stereotyping. "In Praise of Queens." It's a pretty solid read. Good work, B!
September 26, 2011
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September 22, 2011
Apparently, there's a show called The Queen Extravaganza, in which a singer is chosen to play the part of Mr. Mercury in a big, flashy Queen send-up. This guy's from Saskatchewan and sings for a Christian band called downhere. LOVE IT.
September 20, 2011
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September 15, 2011
here, but you can see it for yourself. That look in her eye is very strange, isn't it?
September 14, 2011
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September 11, 2011
I love this song and I'm blown away by this video, but I cannot see the connection between the two. FYI.
MxDwn's LA RIsing photo essay.
September 9, 2011
Oh, there's more where that came from, baby. I'll take the middle boy.
They went up in '97, and this crazy text came from Towleroad's sourcing of an L.A. Times article:
"In the enduring subculture of men cruising for sex with other men, a few pleasant residential blocks of Griffith Park Boulevard had become hot. A nearby sex club had drawn crowds, as did the boulevard's mention in gay guides.
"In no way am I a moralist, but it would be embarrassing," said one exasperated condo owner who regularly got an eyeful from his third floor balcony. "I'd have guests over and guys would be having sex" in the bushes below.
Weary of seeing more than they cared to in the shrubbery, of being propositioned on the street, of having to clean up used condoms, residents demanded that something be done. A police crackdown ensued, largely quieting the scene--but also stirring dissension and complaints that authorities overreacted."
September 8, 2011
Caption C/O Towleroad:
"Campaigning outside Pittsburgh today, GOP frontrunner Rick Perry attended a picnic at St Francis of Assisi Catholic Church in Oil City where he enjoyed a foot long corndog while touring the fabulous reproduction of Michelangelo’s Sistine Chapel."
September 5, 2011
Dr. Keith Ablow (via Towleroad) has this to say:
"The last thing vulnerable children and adolescents need, as they wrestle with the normal process of establishing their identities, is to watch a captive crowd in a studio audience applaud on cue for someone whose for an identity culminated with the removal of her breasts, the injection of steriods and, perhaps one day soon, the fashioning of a make-shift phallus to replace her vagina.
It is a toxic and unecessary byproduct of the tragic celebration of transgender surgery that millions of young people who do watch "Dancing with the Stars" will have to ponder this question: Maybe my problems really stem from the fact that I'm a girl inside a boy's body (or a boy inside a girls body). Maybe I'm not a tomboy; I'm just a boy! Maybe I'm not just being bullied because I'm a sensitive, reflective young man interested in flowers, not football. Maybe I'm not just uncertain about mysexuality. Maybe I'm a girl! Maybe all this angst and suffering I'm feeling as I emerge into puberty and pass thought it isn't just because I'm changing, but because I should change completely - and have my breasts removed or my penis amputated."