“Sexy Saint”Sexy Soldier”I’m going to write as though this were a regular feature of this site and not its premiere and also not acknowledge that I am a little late on this. Congratulations might be overdue for both of them… If you want your news on time, this is not the place for you. Ahem….
You know what makes a guy super sexy ? Being an advocate for gay rights. Yeah. Hence my love for these two fellas. Scott Fujita of the New Orleans Saints and Lt. Dan Choi of the US Military. Both very attractive men. Scott Fujita made the Saints even more appealing to champion with his stand for marriage equality and love of his Japanese American grandmother. Hot football player with love of gays and grandma. Doesn’t get better than that! Check him out here
And Lt. Dan Choi is an obvious choice for me considering that he rocks a uniform and lord knows I love a soldier (Some have even suggested I have a fetish). I am thankful that his personal struggle has been resolved and he is back with his unit and that its seems likely that “don’t ask, don’t tell” will soon be thing of the past. He certainly made an attractive posterboy for the cause.
Things worth mentioning: today I found out breast milk is parve thanks to Frum Satire http://www.frumsatire.net/2008/05/18/did-you-know-that-breast-milk-is-parve/ also big shout out to all the awsome things that are happening in terms of Gay rights. Wish my rights didnt hang on public opinion but hey at least we are slowly winning that battle. Check out a good summary at Mombian.com
so i’ve been doing research as part of writing my book proposal that has included undertaking to read all the first hand accounts by other queespawn like me. I have started with ” Families like Mine” by Abigail Garner. It’s a great book but its definitely made me conscious of how lucky I was growing up. I not only had lesbian parents ,I had great lesbian parents, maybe the best ever. I grew up in idyllic San Francisco. The gay Mecca.The first chapter of the book mentions the fish bowl phenomenon by which kids struggle due to the disportionate amount of attention put on their family. I loved the attention. I fancied myself rather special. I have a touch of what Augusten Burroughs refers to as ” magical thinking”. Maybe my drama queen personality made me particularly well suite to my environment, like gills in water. I though being the poster child of the gay community was lots of fun, i still get a little envious when things about queerspawn don’t include me, like ” hey why didn’t they call me about that?’ I guess my being straight helped my chances of gettting used in promotional materials, which is an unfortunate reading of what “turning out well” means. Mostly I seem to drive interviewers crazy with how persistently upbeat I am. They are always looking for conflict, it sells. “You mean you really never felt ashamed about your family?” You never missed having a male influence in life, really?’ As though my happiness must be a front. Even one of my moms recently asked me a similar line of questuoning, inspired by a friend whose daughter had recently chosen to move in with her straight Dad. ” I’m sure there were times when you wished we weren’t gay” Only, I don’t remember any. honest. ” I’m sure it was hard on you” not really, not in San Francisco. I wanna tell her, lady you were born in 1925. only in lots of places it’s not much better- present day Iran for instance, i’d rather be in 1925 if I had the choice. Anyhow, i felt a slight twinge of that accusation in the book, like somehow my experience was too happy go lucky to be representative, and maybe that’s true.