Archive for August, 2012
Now, this is my kind of brunch.
These priests keep doing this shit because they really have no idea what awful lecherous human beings they truly are. Full article shown in screen shot can be found here.
BTW, the National Catholic Register is thick with abuse apologists for the Catholic Church. They’re just awful people at that publication.
Don’t try to hit the Play button on image below. It’s just a screen shot. Instead go to the link above.
“I’d like to put my syrup on you…”
“You want to whip my batter?”
In this week’s Bay Windows, I write about the Republican National Convention and the fact that the entire GOP seems to have slipped from the grasp of the more sane Republicans who used to be in charge — and how they have nobody to blame but themselves:
I was having a discussion this week with a gay conservative friend of mine online regarding the recent xenophobic, sexist and homophobic happenings in the Republican party when he suddenly blurted out, “Well, what about the Democrats and Jeremiah Wright? Where were the Democrats condemning him?”
This is that to which gay conservatives have been reduced: countering the myriad examples of Republican craziness taking place just in the last two weeks with sputtering about a four-year-old mostly manufactured controversy involving an aging Chicago minister whose peripheral views were widely condemned at the time by many Democrats (including Obama) as being out-of-touch with reality and anti-Semitic. In May 2008 Obama resigned his membership in the church.
I’m still waiting for a single high-profile national Republican to resign from his or her church over the kooks who have taken over the GOP.
Who can blame gay conservatives for feeling besieged and engaging in desperate false equivalencies in response to legitimate questions about the future of their movement? Thirty-five years after creating the Log Cabin Republicans, what do gay conservatives have to show for more than three decades’ efforts?
They have a 2012 GOP convention platform so wing-nutty conservative that it makes the party’s 1980 ultra-conservative platform written at the beginning of the so-called Reagan revolution seem like a progressive’s dream with its high-minded talk about ideological “big tents” and tolerating dissent about social issues.
Noted the New York Times in an Aug. 28 article “Platform’s Sharp Turn to Right Has Conservatives Cheering,” the 2012 platform “delves into a number of politically charged issues. It calls state court decisions recognizing same-sex marriage ‘an assault on the foundations of our society,’ opposes gun legislation that would limit ‘the capacity of clips or magazines,’ supports the ‘public display of the Ten Commandments,’ calls on the federal government to drop its lawsuits challenging state laws adopted to combat illegal immigration, and salutes the Republican governors and lawmakers who ‘saved their states from fiscal disaster by reforming their laws governing public employee unions.’”
Of course, the Log Cabin men have joined no less than House Speaker John Boehner in downplaying the importance of party convention platforms, with Boehner going so far as to ask disingenuously, “Have you ever met anybody who has read the party platform?”
However, as the Times noted in that same article, “Gerald M. Pomper, a professor emeritus of political science at Rutgers University, studied meaningful platform pledges from 1944 to 1976—and later updated his work by looking at the 1990s—and found that winning political parties try to redeem roughly 70 percent of their concrete platform pledges.”
You can read the rest of it here.
One of the subjects on which my boyfriend and I are on totally different pages is reality television. He loves a great deal of it: Real Housewives, Amazing Race, Big Brother.
I try to watch it with him so that we can at least spend some time cuddling on the couch, but after a few minutes of watching much of it I want to run from the room screaming, “This is NOT reality! These people are awful human beings! AAAAAGH!!!!”
Now comes news that there will be two hunky, scruffy Chippendale’s dancers — one gay, one straight — on the new season of The Amazing Race, and I just might have to sample a bit of that new season.
You can see their video at this link.
There is something superbly Darwinian about getting killed while trying to impersonate a mythical creature.
Dear Boston Public Schools: I hate the idea of taxpayer-funded charter schools, but you’re not helping your cause any by installing signs like this. No proofreaders on staff at a charter school, huh?
Since I mentioned that I would write something about my first foray into a gay campground, a couple of you have written to me asking if I still planned on writing about that experience.
Here are my impressions:
We stayed at Hillside Campground in northern Pennsylvania. The camp has been there since, as far as I know, the 1980s. This means that they’ve been doing it enough years that they do most everything correctly. All seems to run like clockwork.
Now, I’ve never understood the aversion to elderly people that is so prevalent in American society. I’m neither bothered nor repulsed by elderly men (or women, for that matter). But much of the conversation at Hillside seems to revolve around who’s died lately, which can be kind of sad when you’re on vacation.
Back to that notion of “perms.” There are three main types of Hillside attendees: day trippers who just show up to pay a daily fee to swim or hike or whatever; people who pay to rent camp sites large and small for a week or weekend (this is what Scott and I did in a tent site); and “perms” — the people who have permanent sites on which they have parked RVs, campers, or built small cabins to which many of them seem to come nearly every weekend when the campgrounds are open during the summer and early Fall.
Once you are in the enclosed private campgrounds environs, it is all clothing-optional. So be prepared to have naked men of varying ages come around the corner or out of the woods at any moment. It’s jarring at first, but you get used to it. You do not have to be nude; we weren’t and most people are wearing at least shorts and flip-flops. It can be disorienting to have a good-morning conversation with a totally nude stranger about the weather, etc. (What do you look at? Their chest? The woods? Your feet?) Again, you adjust.
Things I did learn about some nudists I saw:
- Some of them don’t put down towels to sit on when they drive their cars nude. This surprised me.
- When they apply suntan lotion, they really do not miss a single spot. Use your imagination on this.
- When nudists dance at a disco, it’s hard not to watch their junk flopping about.
Would I go back? Certainly.
The people are nice and there is a relaxed vibe that lends itself to a stress-free weekend.
On the other hand, there is another gay campground down the road a bit called Oneida— Pennsylvania appears to be the world headquarters of gay campgrounds, for what reason(s) I cannot say — and Oneida seems to get a different crowd than Hillside. So we may try that next time, just to do something different.
One final question I’ve gotten from a couple of straight friends: Why a gay campground? The chief reason is that these places were started back in the early ’80s when the world was much less accepting than it is now. Much of the world is still not very accepting, as we all know.
I think it’s mostly a matter that you can go camping with your same-sex friends or loved ones and not worry about being attacked in the middle of the night after the people at a neighboring campsite discover you’re two gay men. We felt completely safe. And that is the point of camping: relaxation.
Finally: while Oneida does allow female campers, Hillside is men only.
I’ll bet someone lost a job over this.