“Regarding the passing of Fred Phelps, [husband] Dennis and I know how solemn these moments are for anyone who loses a loved one. Out of respect for all people and our desire to erase hate, we’ve decided not to comment further.”
Judy Shepard is more gracious than most parents would have been following the death of Fred Phelps of the Westboro Baptist Church, who picketed her son Matthew’s funeral. In 1998, a 21-year-old Matthew was tortured and killed by two young men because he was gay. The Phelps family has picketed LGBTQ pride events, military funerals, high-profile funerals in general, inaugural balls, and performances of the play “The Laramie Project” (about Matthew Shepard’s death), carrying signs that read “God Hates Fags” and “Sin & Shame, Not Pride.” Phelps died this week at age 84. Judy Shepard’s response is the personification of class. [Advocate] [Photos: Getty]
“There’s nothing about gays in there. But the gay community decided to make this their measure. I think the thing that is getting a little tiresome, the gay community, they have so bullied the American people, and they’ve so intimidated politicians. The politicians fear them, so that they think they get to dictate the agenda everywhere.”
Sometimes I sit around thinking to myself, Hmm, Michele Bachmann hasn’t said anything crazy in awhile. Wonder what she’s up to? And then BOOM! Just like that, another Michele crazy-ism appears out of nowhere. Recently Rep. Bachmann spoke to a conservative radio show (of course) to complain about the veto of Arizona’s recent SB1062 bill, which would have allowed businesses to refuse service to anyone on “religious grounds.” It was meant to legally allow folks to discriminate against LGBTQ people. Fortunately, Governor Jan Brewer eventually vetoed the bill — but only, according to Michele Bachman’s interpretation of history, because she was “bullied” by gays. [Huffington Post] [Image via Getty]
“I’m really attracted to you, you know?” I sat in the middle of an Italian restaurant, frozen in disbelief at this audacious declaration. I sipped some wine and awkwardly laughed, my cheeks growing redder by the minute. Waiters and waitresses drifted past. I nibbled a tiramisu and drank another glass of rosé. But all I could think was, I’m really attracted to you, too.
On the surface, this sounds like a typical first date: a guy takes you out to dinner and says he finds you attractive; you flirt back and wonder if he’s going to kiss you goodnight; you’re nervous and jittery; you try to be funny while carefully maintaining that mysterious façade that originally peaked his interest.
Except that this wasn’t a typical date, at least for me.: I was actually out to dinner with a woman. And all I thought about the entire time was how badly I wanted to kiss her. Keep reading »
After 27 seasons of almost painful heterosexuality, we were not optimistic that either “The Bachelor” or “The Bachelorette” would introduce a gay or lesbian contestant. I mean, it took them this long to finally have a Latino “Bachelor.” And in an interview this weekend with The New York Times Magazine, longtime host Chris Harrison pretty much confirmed that any diversity in the casting department is a big HELL TO THE NO. Keep reading »