Finally.
You know when you’ve been saying something over and over ’til yer face is blue and no one even listens anymore? (Like, how I scream “9/11 was an inside job” cruising past the two protestors in front of the capitol.) Yeah. Well, it feels like winning the gay lotto this week. The media’s wearing purple.
As you’ve probably read by now,
Clay Aiken (who I have been calling a li’l flamer since his American Idol debut, which is now six years ago) has come out and said, yes I am a gay fag face and yes, I have a son who will always know me as a gay fag face, and not a liar or self-hater. I’m so happy to hear him squeak on out of the closet. It makes me respect him more.
And if that weren’t enough, my favorite pseudo-queer couple has finally just said, fuck it, what’s the big deal, and confirmed it, saying, yes, they aren’t “just friends.” SamRo and LiLo, I salute you, for not playing into labels and media frenzies and just remaining consistently “whatever” when everyone paparazzi’d you and wanted to know: “Muffdivers?”
Finally, after talking to Stryker on LoveLine just a few days ago, the adorable couple said, yes, they’ve been together “a long time.”
Choke on that, Palin. The world’s gay. (Or at least, ok with gay.)
And yer living in the 50’s.
This article appears in September 19 • 2008.