When I came out as a lesbian, my mom cited my rabid N’Sync fandom as evidence that I was obviously mistaken. She was certain that my liking a group of effeminate, nearly prepubescent boys, gyrating to songs about feelings was indicative of my heterosexuality. I’ve used that story as the punch line to my coming out for years. But just recently, I’ve found myself yet again defending my sexual preferences to my own peers in light of some my pop culture life choices, namely “Magic Mike.”
I’m going to go right out there and say it: Channing Tatum is a rhythmic god. Don’t pretend you don’t like dance movies, specifically “Step Up,” or that you haven’t spent time in front of the mirror trying to perfect your own moves after seeing him effortlessly slide across that stage and into the laps of awaiting women. And, sure, maybe my seeing a movie about male strippers multiple times seems a little suspect, seeing as the audience was predominately straight women acting as though they were at the bachelorette party of their lives. I will tell you that I found my jaw on the ground through the majority of the movie. So what? Keep reading »
Simply put, I have been boy crazy since elementary school.
Men have always been the ones I kissed, fellated, fucked, Skype-sexed, you name it. All of my sexual experiences and struggles coming to terms with my sexual kinks have involved cisgendered men.
But until recently, there was a side of myself that lay dormant so long it would probably more appropriate to call it “stagnant.” It was a side of myself that I didn’t act upon out of fear of what would happen: the one that had sexual and romantic feelings for women. Keep reading »
Any difficult conversation is made easier with cake, and in this picture that I’ve seen floating around the Interwebs, a girl named Laurel comes out to her mom and dad via baked goods. (Although cupcakes probably would have been gayer. C’mon, Laurel.)
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This video had me tearing up: here’s NBA star Kenneth Faried of the Denver Nuggets and his two moms, Waudda and Carol. They talk about how they’ve been a couple for 11 years, have supported each other through health scares, and how special it was for them to marry. Faried and his two moms filmed the PSA on behalf of One Colorado, an advocacy group for lesbian and gay rights. Colorado is advancing a civil unions bill through the state legislature as we speak, which Kenneth Faried supports. Not only is he handsome and talented, but he’s got his heart in the right place, too. [YouTube; Huffington Post]
If you’ve been reading The Frisky, you know that I have a strong disdain for actor/writer/director/perpetual college lecture sleeper James Franco. For me, Franco is the epitome of the kind of dumb dude who thinks he’s really clever. But a recent piece in New York magazine does offer a slight detente between us — you know, if James Franco even knew I existed or something.
You see, New York’s Vulture blog posted an article asking “Why Is James Franco So Interested in Gay Culture?” in which the author recounts all of the gay-themed and homoerotically-tinged projects Franco’s worked on recently, and asks, Seinfeld-like, “What is the deal?”
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In my opinion, all gay conversion therapy is absolutely ridiculous and deeply ignorant and as an ally, I find it offensive. Also, it’s been deemed “dangerous and abusive” by the World Health Organization and the state of California has banned its use on minors. But, yet, it continues to happen. Horse therapy may be the most asinine form of anti-gay therapy I’ve heard of.
Pastor Raymond Bell, of the Cowboy Church of Virginia (yee haw!), believes that Equine Assisted Psychotherapy (EAP), “reparative” sessions spent stroking horses, can assist in the “curing” of the “addiction” to homosexuality. No details about what kind of “stroking” happens during EAP sessions, but Bell insists that his church’s horses help encourage gay men to be more masculine. (What does that even mean!?) Keep reading »