Fait Diver: Goo Goo G’Joob

I read the news today — OH BOY!

“MONTPELIER, Vt. — The Vermont Legislature on Tuesday overrode Gov. Jim Douglas’s veto of a bill allowing gay couples to marry, mustering just slightly more than enough votes to preserve the measure.
The step makes Vermont the first state to allow same-sex marriage through legislative action instead of a court ruling.
The outcome in the House of Representatives, 100 to 49, was not clear until the final moments of a long roll call, when Rep. Jeff Young, a Democrat who voted against the bill last week, reversed his position. After the final tally, cheers erupted in both legislative chambers of the State House and in the hallways outside, and several lawmakers on both sides of the debate looked stunned.”

Stunned? Really now.

““It’s a great day for equality,” said State Representative Margaret Cheney, a Democrat from Norwich. “People saw this as an equality issue, and we’re proud that Vermont has led the way without a court order to provide equal benefits.”
The override came days after the Iowa Supreme Court ruled that not permitting gay marriage there was unconstitutional. Vermont, which in 2000 became the first state to adopt civil unions for gay couples, now brings the number of states allowing same-sex marriage to four; the others are Massachusetts, Connecticut and Iowa.”

And speaking of “The Heartland” here’s a lovely little piece of footage that has made my day — and more.

Hear that, LOSERS? Ever-blovioating Fundie Pundit Cal Thomas certainly has.

“To those on the political and religious right who are intent on continuing the battle to preserve “traditional marriage” in a nation that is rapidly discarding its traditions, I would ask this question: What poses a greater threat to our remaining moral underpinnings? Is it two homosexuals living together, or is it the number of heterosexuals who are divorcing and the increasing number of children born to unmarried women, now at nearly 40 percent, according to the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention?
Most of those who are disturbed about same-sex marriage are not as exercised about preserving heterosexual marriage. That’s because it doesn’t raise money and won’t get them on TV. Some preachers would rather demonize gays than oppose heterosexuals who violate their vows by divorcing, often causing harm to their children. That’s because so many in their congregations have been divorced and preaching against divorce might cause some to leave and take their contributions with them.
The battle over same-sex marriage is on the way to being lost. For conservatives who still have faith in the political system to reverse the momentum, you are—to recall Harold Hill—“closing your eyes to a situation you do not wish to acknowledge.”

Who knew there was a Broadway show queen inside Cal screaming to get out?

Yes, the horn section.

And yet even as we waft away on a cloud of gay and lesbian bliss, need us not forget the less fortunate


I’m sure we all recall THIS!

A friend from the old days recalls. . .

“Once, when Matthew went to L.A., he brought me back an ornament stolen from the Young and the Restless set. For the most part, we didn’t discuss a lot of personal stuff, but one time when we were talking about gay people, I told Matthew that I couldn’t imagine kissing another guy. He looked me in the eyes and said, “Of course you can,” recognizing something in me that I wasn’t ready to acknowledge.

Can I get an “Oh Prunella!” ?

“Not long afterward, I moved to New York City with Matthew and some friends and became a featured dancer on Club MTV, hosted by Downtown Julie Brown. It wasn’t so much that I was a good dancer as that the casting people liked my look—hair dyed blond, black leather jacket, Doc Martens, and jeans… I liked being on the show because I thought it would launch me into the limelight. Fame would solve all my problems, because when you were famous you could do anything—dance in your underwear like Madonna, show your ass crack on an album sleeve like Prince, or most important, be gay like Boy George or the dude with the high-pitched voice from Bronski Beat.”

“After a few months of this, though, I got bored and restless. My life didn’t seem to be going anywhere and I was pissed off about it. I got in a fight with some of my roommates…and was promptly thrown out on my ass. With nowhere else to go, I returned home to my parents, who insisted that I take the G.E.D. and try to find a way to go to college. As I agreed to the arrangement, I started to visualize my dreams of having an exciting life swirling in the basin of a sink and then washing down the drain. “


“Matthew and I didn’t talk much after that. He’d had his own falling-out with some of the roommates, which also caused him to flee the apartment and not tell anyone where he was going. But about six months after I moved home, I unexpectedly received a handwritten note from Matthew in the mail. “If this letter gets to you somewhere
in this burning world,” he opened, “I have a feeling you can still relate.” For five densely marked pages, Matthew revisited all of our favorite topics of conversation, telling me how he was awaiting a new Frankie Knuckles remix of Chaka Khan’s “Ain’t Nobody,” going through a love/hate relationship with Whitney Houston’s “One Moment in Time,” and incensed over the direction of “The Young and the Restless.” (“That show suffered so much during the writers’ strike— will it ever rebound?”) Later, he stated: “Writing this letter to you makes me happy. Whatever happened to us? I miss talking to you, but somehow I know what you’re thinking or want to convince myself that I know.” At the end of the letter, he wrote: “213 area code soon. Call me.” But I never did. Once I started on the long path of going to school, being a good boy, and doing what my parents wanted me to, I couldn’t look back and reconnect with someone who I’d shared so many crazy obsessions and dreams with. Still, every time I entered a new situation, I always remembered something he’d told me: “Craig, people will like you wherever you go.”

The next time I heard anything about Matthew was years later while flipping through Vanity Fair. According to an article in the magazine, he had indeed moved to L.A. and transformed himself into conservative internet pundit Matt Drudge.”

And the last time La Vida Drudge surfaced….

“He’s tanned and buff,” says a Drudge watcher. “He’s in the best physical shape of his life. And traveling at will. I think he leads the perfect life.”
But is he happy? This summer, Drudge choked up on his radio show reading a long passage from The Sheltering Sky. “How many more times will you remember a certain afternoon of your childhood, an afternoon that is so deeply a part of your being that you can’t even conceive of your life without it…” Its author, the late Paul Bowles, is someone Drudge would seem to emulate in his hatred of elites and complex sexuality. “

Really now! Are we to expect that Drudge will end up like the protagonist of “A Distant Episode”? He’s a bit long in the tooth for “Pages From Cold Point.”

As for “tanned and buff” does that mean like THIS?


Sing us out Chaka

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