Create a post stating I'm tired of hearing about gay marriage, and the comments section explodes into one of the most interesting, worthwhile debates on the topic I've read in a long while.
The heart of the matter: "Do we really want gay marriage, is it good for us, or is there a better way?"
Many of these internal arguments about the purposes and benefits of marriage often lapse into simple monogamy debates, or what Joe.My.God refers to as "mono-vangelism." Not so, here. The commenters discuss the issues of just what is equality, whether or not the benefits of marriage are suited for a homosexual couple, and if the gay community's tactics in achieving marriage are the best way to go about it.
You can find this pretty interesting discussion here.
My personal workplace hell week is completed. Regular blogging to resume shortly.
Regular blogging by me should resume soon. (My thanks to Robbie for taking up the slack in my absence.) I decided to take a little extra time in blog detox on my way back from Christmas in the Shenandoah Valley. I think I scored some bonus point with my husband for traveling without the normal laptop in tow.
We stopped at JR's in DC on Monday for "Showtunes Night," which used to be a weekly fixture for me. It only took a short time there for me to realize that I stand by every single thing I wrote about the District's proposed smoking ban, our commenters' views notwithstanding.
And while I'm banning things, I think we should add one more thing to the list: crack. Not the kind derived from cocaine, but the kind that results from droopy drawers. We were stationed at the bar next to an especially drunken and trolly troll whose jeans were pulled halfway down his buttcrack, exposing his puffy, pasty flesh to the entire bar. To paraphrase Valerie Cherish, "I so don't need to see that!"
Anyhow, I have been preparing a big post of New Year's resolutions from across the blogosphere. If you are a blog-pal and I neglected to include you when I first cast the net, please accept my humblest apologies – and feel free to email me your resolutions belatedly (along with a pic for the post).
Oh, one more thing: I ventured down to 23rd Street today to get a new DVR cable box to replace the one that captures the bulk of our video clips. While it is a change that will manifest itself mostly behind the scenes, it should improve the quantity and quality of our MalcoVision.
With Mal spending much deserved quality time doing . . . something, and the magical little brownie of soul-wilting torment at my office informing us we must have a gob-smacking amount of paperwork done by the end of the week (we're apparently supposed to have client records in order by the end of the year. Which is ace, because the entire concept of client records has been eluding me lo these many months), I do admit to being at a loss for blogging material.
Let's be honest. The gay community? Obsessed with gay marriage. Robbie? Not so much. I have begun to wonder if the gay community hasn't jumped the shark with all this marriage business. Entering the word "gay" into the google news engine results in scores of articles on whether or not Samuel and Ricky can scarf down a tacky cake with pink frosted roses deep in the bowels of Estonia or some other former Soviet republic whose main export seems to be radioactive mushrooms. Given the number of "married" gay men I know who are banging anything and everything that moves, I admit to being bored to tears with the subject. What we really want is gay health insurance, and that's not very interesting.
The other big story is Papal Rumble '05, with Benedict the Butch taking on Our Lord Lavender in a scripted cage match to the death. The Catholic Church isn't fond of homosexuality. This is apparently a breaking story to anyone who hasn't read a newspaper or a book in, oh, two millennia. I don't believe anyone is really "shocked" and "outraged" about what the Catholic Church is on about. We've known for quite some time. It's all a well-rehearsed pose of indignation (we're becoming really rather good at that). It's no different from the media types gasping this week because the Pope dared to oppose abortion in his Christmas homily. "The pope is against abortion! Can you believe it?!" Oddly enough, I can.
So, right. The gay community needs something new to talk about. I'm all ears at this point, because reading gay news full of nothing but marriage and priests day in and out for months on end leaves me contemplating reparative therapy, just for the change of pace.
You've gotta love the American Family Association. If it were not for their vigilant insanity, I'd never hear about little trainwrecks such as this show set to debut on NBC January 6th:
"The Book of Daniel" stars Aidan Quinn (“An Early Frost”) as the Reverend Daniel Webster (pictured) an unconventional Episcopalian minister who not only believes in Jesus - he actually sees him and discusses life with him.
His children include Peter (Christian Campbell, “Trick”), a 23-year-old gay son, who struggles with the loss of his twin brother. To confound matters even more, Peter is a Republican.
Webster's daughter, Grace (Alison Pill, “Confessions of a Teenage Drama Queen”), is 16-year-old daughter who just happens to be a drug dealer. Then there's the 16-year-old adopted son who is having sex with the bishop's daughter, and Webster's wife who is "addicted to martinis".
Webster's secretary is a lesbian who is sleeping with his sister-in-law. The character is only one of a handful of lesbian characters on TV this season.
Pity poor Christian Campbell. A life in the perpetual shadow of his sister, Neve, major gay face that threatens to break the definition of fey out of sheer physical hyperbole (Trick certainly didn't help), a truly awful turn on All My Children, and now a role as a gay Republican.
I think we'll set the camp alert system to orange.
As the final week of 2005 gains steam, we can expect to see endless lists, top tens, bests, worsts, and mainly reminders of things we'd totally forgotten about.
So it is with television. E!'s The Soup recently compiled a list of the top 40 television clips of the year. Of course, they have excellent taste. Many of the clips they selected have appeared on Malcovision over the past few months, including an inexplicable visit to Katrina ravaged New Orleans by Richard Simmons, the Harry Potter and Ron Weasley boy crush, and - of course! - the appearance of Margaret "dark-sided" Perrin.
In this highlight clip, we're treated to Barbara Walters' strange homophobia, a reminder that Rosie O'Donnell embarrassed herself as a mentally-challenged woman while the audience howled with laughter, lesbians dressed as Boy Scouts, George Takei's frank interview about his homosexuality, Kirstie Alley lusting for food, a Brokeback Mountain spoof, and The Soup's #1 clip of the year . . . Whitney Houston turns out to be Republican.
Furry forest creatures, blood orgies, Lion King knock-offs learning to perform abortions, Santa with a shotgun, and the fetus of the anti-christ. Sometimes I wonder if South Park is meant to be humorous, or whether or not the creators are simply interested in shocking. There's something Kaufman-ish in how Parker and Stone push and punish their audience until they give in and laugh.
In that spirit, Malcovision brings you the highlights of a Woodland Critter Christmas. I caught this for the first time last week, and I suspect I'll get my jaw from the floor sometime after the New Year.
"Why do we need Logo," our commenters have asked, "when we already have VH1 and Bravo?"
Don't get me wrong, I've been a fan of Logo since their first minutes on the air, but we might as well add "Trio" to that list of gay-centric stations.
The cable netlet strutted its queer stuff recently in rebroadcasting "The Truth About Gay Animals,"a light-hearted documentary first aired in 2002 by BBC's Channel 4 and hosted by gay American comedian, Scott Capurro.
The program was made well before all of those famous queer penguins were discovered. But there is still ample evidence for hot homo lovin' in the animal kingdom.
I need new gay friends. Officially. I had your usual holiday (which involved alcohol, lots of crying, and a family I abhor). There are no doubt paragraphs full of familial issues entailed, but my gay friends are truly the focus here.
I wander home tonight. I lapse into a quiet, bloodshot existence full of rum and wondering why I deal with the familial types. Cept for the phone call around midnight. Yes, it's a gay friend from St. Louis. And, he's out front. Can he come in? Well, uh, sure. Not prepared to receive anyone, but wander as you will if it's your thing. Kinda odd for an out of the blue Christmas visit, but ok.
We hang out and talk for an hour or two.
He decides to let me know he'd really love it if I'd blow him.
Within the next few days, I will be posting New Year's resolutions of assorted digerati among the blogosphere. One of my own resolutions, after the clusterfuck that was the Weblog Awards (and our endorsement of blog-pal Ethan), should be to steer as clear of those things as possible.
But since it isn't 2006 yet, allow me a couple of more plugs for friends:
The boys at GayPatriot have searched high and low to find "Conservative Blogress Divas," seeking to prove that diva status is not limited to the left. Their nominees are here, and you can vote here. (Gay-hating venom-spewer LaShawn Barber isn't nominated? The fix is in!)
Our endorsements are usually only good enough for a solid second-place finish, so I don't know if it is a blessing our a curse that I will be voting for Bridget Johnson (AKA "GOP Vixen.") She's funny, irreverent, smart, and she needs the publicity more than some of the others. Plus, she's always been good to this site, and is very friendly to the gays!
And finally, my friend Ran has the dubious distinction honor of being nominated for Gizmodo's "Dork Contest Finals." Follow the link and tell me that it doesn't get much dorkier than a kid in a Spock T-shirt who looks so pleased with himself at meeting Leonard Nimoy.
Come to think of it, maybe it's Nimoy who should have been nominated.
(Unless they are rotating the nominees, he is eighth on the list.)
How much do I love Dame Edna Everage? I paid to see "her" stage show twice, even though the act was substantially similar both times. I won't even pay $10 to see my favorite movies a second time.
So I totally had to fire up MalcoVision when she was on Jay Leno last night.
As usual, Jay was completely ancillary to anything funny that was happening around him.
We didn't get to hear anything about her unmarried son Kenny, who lives in the Castro (which Dame Edna assumes to be the "Cuban ghetto") or about her dog-breeding, lesbian daughter Valmai (who lives near wherever Dame Edna happens to be performing).
The real reason for her appearance was to promote her shows at the Luxor Hotel in Las Vegas and her impending nine-city American tour. But more interesting was watching her pitch some serious woo the way of former NFLer Terry Bradshaw.
She thought that he was perhaps "aroused" and went in to check for herself, but Terry proved that he still had some of the spry quarterback in him.
This week, Comedy Central has been re-running South Park Christmas episodes (highlights of the Christmas Critters episode to come later today).
In this clip, the kids journey to Canada to rescue Kyle's adopted brother after he's reclaimed by his biological Canadian parents. In a long riff on the Wizard of Oz, the group journeys along "the only road," picking up a Mountie without a horse, a Quebecois mime without his wine, and a Newfie without any sodomy.
As a bonus, I managed to record the hottest commercial currently on television. I've tacked it onto the end of this clip. It's well worth the wait.
Camped out in a room filled with empty boxes, scattered styrofoam, wayward plastic, piles of computer components, and endless miles of cable flung carelessly across the floor, I set aside tonight to accomplish one thing and one thing only: transfer all my old files and complete the configuration of the new PC once and for all so I can clean up this mess.
Networking? No problem. Plug both comps into the cable modem router and an XP wizard creates the network. Sweet, lovely Microsoft. For all the times I have contemplated murdering your entire board of directors, you do have your moments that soften the edge of potential homocide to mere manslaughter.
No. Windows was having none of it. I attempted to use the new PC (nPC) to pull the old files and folders from the old PC (oPC). Various denied permissions and write protections flashed across the screen as, again and again, I clicked and tapped away in frustration. I set and reset the network, altered and re-altered the file sharing settings on oPC. My eyes grew bloodshot, my fingers increasingly arthritic.
I futzed and I futzed and I futzed. I futzed for five hours and six cups of coffee.
Then the "I wonder . . ." moment approached fearfully on the horizon. Perhaps, just perhaps, if I went on the oPC and had it send the files to nPC, it would work. Obviously nPC is utterly unable to access oPC and take anything from it.
I test this brilliant new insight.
Everything transferred instantly.
I trust, by Christmas, I'll have stopped screaming and screaming and screaming.
What would you do if you were as young gay man who didn't want his straight friends to find out about his sexuality?
If you were 23-year-old Chris of Pontiac, Mich., naturally you'd go on national television and out yourself.
The young bartender was featured on an episode of MTV's "True Life," focusing on people who are leading "double lives." He hasn't told any of his straight friends for fear that they would be "grossed out." But as is usually the case, some of them know anyway.
In this clip, you'll see Chris frequenting both gay bars and straight bars. The main difference between the two: "If I were going to the gay bar, I'd probably shave."
So begins the Robbie Williams concert at Knebworth, running through early January on the Here! network. All things considered, I have the distinct impression this is a phrase that has been uttered by Williams before, and generally in front of audiences of one.
Someone at the network must've learned I like Robbie Williams, because they kindly sent along a screener of the concert. Which works, as my cable company is utter crap, and I don't get things like Here! and other gay networks.
Before I review the concert, just a quick story. When I lived in Britain, I found myself attending an annual Guy Fawkes celebration in early November. Guy Fawkes Day is to the English what the Fourth of July is to Americans. They ignite raging bonfires many stories tall in the middle of fields and fill the sky with just enough fireworks to leave you wondering whether or not the Luftwaffe is attempting one last, desperate run.
While milling about a rather large celebration, I realized three different sound systems played music across the grounds - and every single one played a different Robbie Williams song. When you're bounced from "Something Beautiful," to "Rock DJ," to "Feel," in the space of thirty seconds, a sort of grim inevitablilty sets in. If you're going to exist in Britain, you're either going to learn to like its most ubiquitous pop singer, or you will be driven inexorably insane.