The Queen Bey goes for the low budget "homemade video" route for her latest single "7/11" off the upcoming Platinum Edition of her self-titled album.r
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Stories don’t usually start with, “Harvard University outed me.” This one does. When Scott Blair took the LSATs and checked a box on his Harvard application that he was gay, the university gay law student group called his mother’s house. She asked the reason for the call, and they told her, “Well, he’s gay and applied and we’d really like him to come.”
She confronted Scott about the call in the car soon thereafter. “Did you save the contact information?” he appropriately asked her. “No, I was hoping you were lying to them to get into a better law school,” she replied. The time had come to be totally honest, and Scott told her that no, he wasn’t lying.
“I almost want to drive this car into a tree,” said Scott’s mother. “Can you let me out of the car first and then you can go ahead?” he answered like a true lawyer-to-be.
His parents ended up joining a “Parents and Friend of Ex-Gays” group in New Jersey, even though Scott was comfortable with who he is. “That is the opposite of the group you are supposed to be joining right now,” he tried reasoning with them.
But reason rarely matters in the unfortunate world of ex-gays. His parents asked Scott to meet with one of the group’s leaders, to “understand what the homosexual lifestyle is about.” To humor them, he agreed.
By the time Scott met with him, it was the summer of his second year of law school. Harvard Law School. Scott was already a clever young man, but armed with two years of legal argumentative training, the guy didn’t stand a chance.
First, the counselor started with the “there is no gay gene” schtick. “Every study that’s reported to find a gay gene has been authored by gays,” he continued.
Scotts response: “I have no idea what studies you’re talking about, but sexuality is very complex. Everything that humans do is very complex. All a gene does is control the expression of a protein. I would be extremely shocked if one gene could control anything like that.”
The counselor looked at Scott with confused bewilderment, never having received such an answer. His next move was to pry into Scott’s upbringing –specifically his parents’ divorce. He told Scott that many people who are angry at their mothers following a divorce are “turned off” to women.
“So if I was angry at my mother, that would make me gay, but you also asked me how I felt about my father. My guess is what you’re going to say is that if I was angry at my father, that would make me want to seek the company of other men.”
The ex-gay counselor said yes, that can be the case as well.
“Isn’t that sort of contradictory? No matter which one of my parents I hate — which I don’t — that made me gay.”
Next the counselor moved the conversation to the subject of homosexuality leading to the fall of civilizations, referencing the Roman Empire.
Except Scott is a history buff with a special interest in the Romans. “The Roman Empire only fell after it became Christian,” he told the therapist.
“Well they weren’t really Christian in any sense of the word that we would use today.”
“Saint Augustine was one of the most famous Christian theologists ever, and according to what you’re telling me, he wasn’t actually a Christian.”
“Well, you know, they were very Catholic.”
“You realize my mother is Catholic, right?”
“Well, thank you for your time,” he eventually told Scott, leaving the room.
In an interview with I’m From Driftwood, Scott reflects on the experience:
“It’s actually hard not to feel a little sorry for him, because he was gay before he ‘changed,’ and he claims that he realized homosexuality was immoral in the 80’s when he saw a lot of his friends dying from AIDS, and it’s hard to mock somebody for that.
“I would tell any kid who has to go see an ex-gay therapist or somebody that’s telling them that it’s wrong to be gay that they are smarter than somebody who thinks that and they are better than somebody who thinks that. And frankly any argument that somebody uses to support changing who you are is very, very bad. And very dumb. 30 second of thought will show you why it’s wrong.”
If we ever need a lawyer, we’re calling Scott.
See the whole interview here:
W Hotels recently partnered with HRC and Jennifer Hudson for Third Thursdays, a monthly Turn it Up For Change cocktail networking series joining in the nationwide fight for LGBT equality. DJ Ridge, Chelsee Under-Pier, Alan Picus, Justin Luke, and BoiParty.com welcomed a handsomely dressed crowd to the Living Room at W New York – Times Square. W Hotels around the country are stepping up to host monthly music events to raise funds to the HRC. While Jennifer Hudson didn’t stop by she has promised a portion of the proceeds from downloads of her forthcoming “I Still Love You” remix single to the HRC on behalf of Turn it Up For Change.
Photography by Jeffrey James Keyes
Todrick Hall (of Cinderoncé, The Wizard of Aahs, and Mean Boyz fame) is back with a gay parody of Pitch Perfect - with Hall's version featuring acapella team "The Bottom Notes" and a guest appearance by Chelsea Lately's Fortune Feimster.r
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Perhaps inspired by the casting of openly queer actor Ezra Miller in the title role of The Flash (set to hit the big screen in 2018), TheWrap asked a number of Hollywood’s out and prouds (plus a few allies) to weigh in on Hollywood’s recent LGBT superhero surge — both in terms of the characters themselves and the people who play them.
While the casting of gay, lesbian, or bisexual actors in superhero or villain roles is hardly novel (witness Wentworth Miller as Captain Cold on the TV version of The Flash, John Barrowman as Malcom Merlyn on Arrow, or Ian McKellen, Ellen Page, and Anna Paquin in the various X-Men movies), are audiences ready to accept an actual LGBT superhero?
Yes, says Modern Family‘s Eric Stonestreet. “If you you buy in that it’s possible there is such a thing as a superhero, you also have to buy into the fact that there are gay superheroes.”
NFL player and LGBT ally Chris Kluwe seconds that. “It shouldn’t necessarily even matter what the sexuality is of the superhero,” he says. “It should just be, like, oh, Superman wants to go home to his boyfriend — you know, Louis Lane — then that’s what Superman does.”
But have we been missing something? Have there been gay superheros all along? “Superheros are super gay,” said Queer Eye for the Straight Guy‘s Carson Kressley. “I mean — hello — Aquaman? I have so many Aquaman fantasies. Batman and Robin — the first same sex couple on television.”
As for the issue of acceptance, GLAAD’s director of entertainment media Matt Kane calls sexual and gender heterogeneity “a total non-issue” for the under-30 crowd. “We’re seeing a greater emphasis on diversity from [major comic publishers],” he told TheWrap. “I know Marvel has more female-led titles than they had before, not to mention quite a few LGBT characters.”
But as a lead? While out bi actor Andy Mientus will appear on the small screen version of The Flash as gay villain The Pied Piper, the question of whether or not openly gay good guy can drive a movie or TV remains to be seen. Still, Mientus feels that characters are moving in the right direction. “I feel really proud to take on this role,” he says. “I’m a villain and I’m powerful and I think it would be really cool if there’s some queer kid sitting at home watching me blow up cars and shit, while knowing that I am who I am in my personal life and that the character is out and happy.”
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For the past fifteen years, Dennis and Judy Shepard have transformed the senseless tragedy of their son Matthew’s death into fuel for passionate activism promoting gay rights and protections. Now, that journey is leading them to Russia, where they hope to share their story and talk with parents of LGBT youth.
They’ll first attend a screening of Matthew Shepard is a Friend of Mine at the Side by Side Film Festival in St. Petersburg. The festival stands in defiant opposition to local anti-gay sentiments by promoting LGBT tolerance, and has to skirt around the country’s “anti-propaganda” laws.
The film’s director, Michelle Jouse, said that by screening the film in the United States, “We’ve been preaching to the choir. It’s important to get our film seen by a community that didn’t have access to it.”
“Putin has made it so unhealthy to be LGBT or an ally,” Dennis Shepard told the AP. “It will take at least a generation to clean up the mess he’s made and get some acceptance.”
From St. Petersburg they’ll travel to Moscow and meet with gay youth and their families.
We wish them all a safe and productive trip.
Here’s the trailer for the film:
From Gay Tanks, a gallery of great-looking guys. (And girl.) If I saw a guy who looked like that wearing a tank inviting me to rim him, would any jury convict me if I tried?
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In the straight world, you have to live in a house. Apartments signify immaturity, irresponsibility, or poverty. They mean that something has gone seriously wrong with your life.
But I don't like houses. I like apartments.
1. Someone else does all of the mowing, shoveling, grouting, tiling, and repairing, things that I hate with a passion.
2. Apartments are near the shops, theaters, bars, and gym. In houses you have to drive.
3. You can hear other people, voices through the wall, footsteps from upstairs. Who could ever be lonely?
4. Houses are scary, with attics and basements and crawlspaces.
5. It takes 30 years to pay off a house. Who wants to live in the same place for 30 years?
6. Houses are occupied by heterosexual nuclear families. Gay people live in apartments.
When I was a kid, I didn't know that apartments existed. I thought that everyone lived in a small square house with a living room, a kitchen, two bedrooms, a bathroom, and a basement.
My first shock came in the third grade, when my friend Bill invited me to his house: there were four bedrooms, two bathrooms, and a separate "family room"!
I was hooked! Whenever Mom went to the store, I asked her to pick me up a "House Book," a magazine featuring floor plans for people looking to build houses.
So many styles! Gothic, Tudor, Princess Anne, Ranch, A-frame, Federal, French Colonial, Art Deco, neo-Classical!
And filled with such a clutter of rooms! Rooms for sitting, for listening to music, for watching tv, for reading books, for just sitting in the sun!
Why did you need a separate room just for mud?
I got a ruler and some graph paper and started drawing my own floor plans. Big houses, small houses,bungalows, mansions.
A foyer with a statue of a naked man in it.
A sunken living room where my boyfriend and I could entertain guests.
A kitchen with a center island where we could cook.
A library of 30,000 comic books.
Not surprisingly, my parents never suggested that this newfound passion might lead to a career as an architect. My future career was already decided: lineman at the factory. Instead, Mom played the Wife card.
One Saturday afternoon in January 1971, during the Christmas break, I was sitting in the living room, working on a floorplan on a clipboard. My mother happened to glance over. "Don't forget a nursery! Your kids will need a place to play!"
"Well, won't your wife be lonely?"
"No wife either."
"You certainly don't want to live in that big house all by yourself!"
"No. Bill will be there, too. We'll sleep in the master bedroom. And we'll have two dogs and two cats."
Now my mother became firm and somber. "Two men can't live in a house together."
"Sure they can. What about My Favorite Martian?"
"They live in an apartment -- you know, where a house is divided into a lot of little rooms?" She sat down next to me, as if she was about to share a sad truth of adulthood. "Sometimes, when they're just starting out, two men will share an apartment. But only until they find the right girl and get married. Then each one gets a house of his own."
"Why can't two men buy a house, if they want to?" I asked.
"If they tried, they'd be arrested! Houses are just for married couples."
Some local ordinances did indeed prohibit landlords from renting to "known homosexuals" through the 1970s.
"What if they never meet the right woman and get married? Then they could live in an apartment forever, right?"
Mom laughed. "The things you worry about! That never happens! Sooner or later, you'll meet the girl of your dreams, and get married. Then you'll go to work in the factory so you can support her, and pay for the house."
So the three Big Events of my future were linked -- marrying a woman, working in a factory, buying a house -- three aspects of the same heteronormative prison.
Maybe if I escaped just one, the others would fade away.
I refuse to buy, rent, or live in a house, in spite of everyone around thinking that there is something seriously wrong with me.
I like apartments.
See also: Dad Takes Me to See Naked Men
I turned the big 2-8 today. Hard to believe I'm knocking on thirty's door. Well maybe not knocking--right now I'd say it's a light, polite tap. Like someone golf-clapping with their fist. Anyway, if you've been reading this blog over the last six years, you've likely come across more than a few personal posts of my various struggles, being it coming out, dealing with my family or friendships, or leaving the religion of my childhood behind.
At various points today, like when I lay beside my boyfriend in bed, or visited my parents, who have come a ways in embracing my sexuality and acknowledging my relationship (while I've also learned to let down some of my own walls), I thought back to who I was and what my life was like eight to ten years ago. Granted, I never had to worry about necessities like food or clothes or a roof over my head. But to quote Mary J. and Rose Royce, I was going down. It was all about emotional survival, and keeping everyone at arm's length because if they knew the truth, the world, or at least mine, would end. Dramatic much? Perhaps, but the pain was real. And today, I can honestly say I'm a much happier, emotionally stable person than the 18-year-old who was terrified of being himself, or even the 22-year-old man who started this blog on a whim.
Things not perfect, and they never will be perfect. But all in all, yours truly is feeling pretty damn good about life and the direction mine is heading in. I feel like I'm growing up. I feel like a grown up. So cheers to moi on this my date of birth!
We’ve been together for 2 years now and we’re happier than we’ve ever been. There’s a 20 year age gap but love has no boundaries.