From the Department of Special Rights:
Following the offer (more than generous, in my view) of a mutual moratorium on public “face-sucking” and other bad behavior, Jim from Box Turtle Bulletin continues the negotiations:
And I also don’t want to see you holding hands, or calling your sweetheart by any pet names in public, not even “sweetheart.” No dancing together in public, no flagrant hand-holding, no in-your-face wedding announcements. As far as I’m concerned, you can just keep your flamboyant antics to yourself.
And I don’t want to hear anything about dates the morning after, or marriages or spouses or anything, you know, “yucky.” I don’t want to hear about where you went for your honeymoon or anniversary or St. Valentine’s day. And that picture you keep on your desk at work, the one where he has his arms around you. I can’t even begin to tell you how inappropriate that is.
I don’t want to hear about what you did with your boyfriend or husband last weekend, even if it was just to watch the Superbowl. I don’t want to know what cute thing he did, or what awesome plans you’ve cooked up for him on his birthday, or what argument you just had, or how worried you are about his medical tests and the results that won’t come back for another week. I don’t want to hear about any of that. You can just keep all of that “sex stuff” to yourself.
The person to whom he addresses this slapdown reminds me of our own less-than-honorable local columnist Barbara Curtis, who disingenuously assures us that she isn’t in the least anti-gay. I’m not quite sure how one reconciles such love and openness with this nonsense:
Let’s face it, most people really are turned off by the sight of two men kissing. And it doesn’t matter how the media tries to normalize it, there’s just something unnatural about it.
The context? A gratuitous post smirking about the flat out violently homophobic Snickers ad that Mars quickly pulled from rotation after being publicly shamed.
Let’s face it: Barbara is a promoter of anti-gay ideology whose opinions belong on the opinion page.
Let’s make a deal
From the Department of Special Rights:
Following the offer (more than generous, in my view) of a mutual moratorium on public “face-sucking” and other bad behavior, Jim from Box Turtle Bulletin continues the negotiations:
The person to whom he addresses this slapdown reminds me of our own less-than-honorable local columnist Barbara Curtis, who disingenuously assures us that she isn’t in the least anti-gay. I’m not quite sure how one reconciles such love and openness with this nonsense:
The context? A gratuitous post smirking about the flat out violently homophobic Snickers ad that Mars quickly pulled from rotation after being publicly shamed.
Let’s face it: Barbara is a promoter of anti-gay ideology whose opinions belong on the opinion page.