FREE Gay Fiction Excerpt: Stepbrothers In the Attic; Hillary Clinton and Zach Galifianakis; Gay Teen Sues High School Over Gay Date

FREE Gay Fiction Excerpt: Stepbrothers In the Attic

When I was asked to write Stepbrothers In the Attic for Riverdale Ave. Books, I hesitated for a long time because I wasn’t sure it could be done as a gay parody. But after thinking about it, and after ideas started coming to me when I least expected them, I decided to take it on to see what would happen.

To be clear, this is not a book that’s identical to Flowers In the Attic. In fact, it’s a parody inspired by Flowers In the Attic. The dynamics are different because the main characters are gay. There’s no incest between the uncle and niece, in fact there’s no incest in this book at all, and that was intentional. The shame that my characters face comes from the fact that they are gay. And because part of the book is set in the 90s, through the technique of flashback, I thought it was a valid concept. Unfortunately, the gay shame is still valid today.

I will post more. But for now I’m posting a free excerpt below. The book hasn’t even gone to edits yet, so this is the raw version and there might be a few issues. You’ve been warned.

Hillary Clinton and Zach Galifianakis

Until I saw this video I never even heard of this guy…Zach. I’m not spelling his last name again unless it’s absolutely necessary…or someone pays me. I blog for free.

In any event, Zach did some kind of interview with Secretary Clinton that I would guess is supposed to be funny. But as the title of the article suggests, it does come off a little “awkward.” I’m sure it does resonate with people who can appreciate this brand of humor.

During the course of the five-minute interview, Galifianakis tells Clinton her pantsuits make her look like a “librarian from outer space, ” runs an ad from the Trump campaign in the middle of one of her answers, and asks a series of pointed questions, including:

“When you see how well it works for Donald Trump, do you think to yourself, oh maybe I should be more racist?”

You can read the rest here.  The comments are mixed, but no one sounded as if they were falling down laughing either.

Gay Teen Sues High School Over Gay Date

A young gay guy who attended a Catholic high school in Memphis is suing the school because they wouldn’t let him bring his date…a guy…to the homecoming dance.

Lance Sanderson, 19, asked permission to bring a male date to an upcoming dance during the end of his junior year at Christian Brothers High School (CBHS), an all-boys private school. He was told via email by his principal that he “really struggle[d]” with allowing Sanderson to bring a boy to the dance. When Sanderson posted the email to Twitter, he was reprimanded and told he could no longer be a school photographer, as he had been, even though he was not accused of violating any rules.

You can read the rest here. The article gets a lot more complicated and legal, but the bottom line is about what this poor kid has had to go through, and it’s a shame that good kids still cannot date the people they want to date. 

FREE Gay Excerpt: Stepbrothers In the Attic

        When it came to birthdays and milestone events, the Quinn’s were a family set in deep tradition. It wasn’t the kind of tradition that rivaled fairy tales, where they dressed in formal attire and used expensive china. They didn’t have perfectly pressed linen napkins, a long mahogany table with twelve matching chairs, and a sparking crystal chandelier. The Quinn family didn’t even have two matching chairs in the entire house. 

         They used paper napkins from the dollar store, or sometimes even folded paper towels, depending on whether or not their dad who did all the shopping, Marcus Quinn, remembered to buy paper napkins. Their forks, spoons, and knives were as mismatched as their chairs, and the dining table Marcus had found in a thrift shop wobbled a little whenever someone leaned on it too hard. They kept their used birthday cake candles in the junk drawer, along with old books of matches and empty tape dispensers. And yet if passersby happened to slow down near the Quinn’s front walk on any given evening, they would hear nothing but music, laughter, and the voices of a family who put love first and everything else second.
            Every year in late September, they celebrated Marcus Quinn’s birthday the same way since Marcus and David had adopted their two oldest boys, Eric and Brad. At six o’clock in the evening, all four children would scatter to various sections in the living room and hide in the most innocuous places. On this particular year, Eric hid behind the squeaky, tattered gray Chippendale sofa that flanked the fireplace. Eric was the oldest and the tallest and he needed a place to hide with the most leg room. Brad hid behind a wing chair on the other side of the fireplace. Although Brad was only a few weeks younger than Eric, he wasn’t as tall and he could fit into smaller spaces. Jasmine and little Kevin, the two youngest children, crouched down beside a scratched, tuneless upright piano near the picture window at the front of the living room. And they would all wait patiently until Marcus opened the front door to shout their birthday greetings.  
            When David Quinn walked into the living room and saw his children hiding that year, he pressed his palm to his chest and smiled. He smiled because he was so blessed with so many things he never thought he’d be able to have in life. Their house was nothing special. It was a three bedroom 1960s ranch style with dingy pale green aluminum siding and a fake brick facade that only went up to the bottoms of the front windows. The front lawn had more patches of brown than green, the aluminum storm door bent inward at the bottom, and the water stained roof hadn’t been replaced in over twenty years. Even though the interior was filled with mismatched pieces of furniture that ranged from traditional to Danish modern and the drapes were a little frayed at the edges, it was also the cleanest and most interesting house on the street. David and Marcus had raised their children to say thank you, please, and you’re welcome. They cleaned up after themselves, and now that Eric and Brad were old enough to do outdoor chores, the old established dark green yews lining the front of the house remained perfectly pruned all year long.
            All this love showed everywhere David looked that night. He could see it mostly in their bright faces as they waited for Marcus to open the front door. They whispered and giggled, as if something as inconsequential as their other dad’s birthday was the most important event of their lives. For a moment, when David saw Eric crouched behind the sofa, he tried to memorize everything about him because he had a feeling it wouldn’t always be this way. Eric and Brad were almost men now, and David wasn’t sure how much longer these traditional family celebrations would last. He knew he still had more time with Jasmine and Kevin, but if he was lucky, he might get one more year at the most with Eric and Brad, and he wanted to hold on to this moment for as long as he could.
            When Marcus finally did open the front door, he pretended to be stunned the same way he’d been pretending since they’d adopted Eric. He threw his arms up, dropped his briefcase, and grabbed the top of a rickety old Bentwood rocking chair as if he was about to topple over from the shock of it all.  
            “What’s all this?” Marcus asked, pressing his palm to his throat. “You people nearly scared me to death. Is it someone’s birthday?”
            As the kids all jumped up from their hiding places to wish their other dad a happy birthday, David stood between the living room and dining room smiling. He’d always worked hard to make Marcus’s birthday special. He knew Marcus hadn’t had it easy and he often felt guilty about that. Marcus didn’t actually have a full time job. He’d been the dad who had chosen to stay home and raise a family of four while David went out into the world to make an honest full time living. To make matters even more complicated, David worked as a traveling salesman for a small farm equipment company and he often spent more time on the road than he did at home with Marcus and his kids. There hadn’t been time enough for Marcus to focus on a full time career of his own, not dealing with four children all by himself most of the time, so he worked part time as a youth counselor a few afternoons a week just to bring in a few extra dollars.
            When the kids finally calmed down, David walked over to his husband and kissed him on the cheek. “Happy Birthday, my love,” he said. “I have several very nice surprises for your birthday this year and you’re just going to have to wait and see what they are.”
            Marcus grabbed him by the waist and pulled him closer. He kissed him on the lips and said, “Tell me now. I hate to wait.” They’d always made it a point to show affection in front of the children because they wanted them to see how happy couples behave. Even though they were waiting for same sex marriage to become legalized on a federal level so they could get married officially, and they had a feeling that would happen in a few months, they lived their lives as if they were already legally married and never gave it a second thought.
            David pushed him away and took a step back. “Nope. You’ll just have to wait and see. I’m going back to the kitchen to finish getting dinner ready. That pitiful old gas range is acting up again and I don’t want it to ruin your birthday. Go into the bathroom and wash up. It should be ready in about fifteen minutes.”
            “You’re an evil person,” Marcus said, as he headed toward the master bedroom. “How could you make an aging father of four wait so long?”
            David turned toward the kitchen and said, “You’re not even forty years old yet, and you don’t look a day over thirty. So you’re not getting any sympathy from me, my dear. Now go wash up so we can have our traditional family dinner and then open presents.”
             “Are we having your famous Brussels sprouts and roast beef again?” Marcus asked.
            “Of course we are,” said David. “Only the very best for my handsome husband on his birthday.” Then David stopped and sent his husband a backward glance. Marcus stopped at that exact moment and they exchanged a smile. David marveled at the reality that Marcus really didn’t look a day over thirty years old. His body was as lean and muscular as it had always been, and his hair as dark and brown. If the children hadn’t been in the room and they’d been alone, David would have walked over to Marcus, pulled off all his clothes, and dropped to his knees. They’d been together since college and the passion seemed to grow stronger as each year passed.
            Before he turned toward the master bedroom, Marcus sent him a smile and a wink. If the children were watching them, David didn’t realize it. For that one brief moment, the only thing in the world that mattered to him was Marcus’s expression.
            Then reality set in again and David had to separate Jasmine and Kevin because they were arguing about what they wanted to watch on TV. David walked over to the sofa, took the remote from Jasmine’s hand, and switched the TV off completely. He smiled at them both and said, “It’s pointless to argue about what you’re going to watch on TV now, because we’re going to sit down to dinner in a few minutes and celebrate your dad’s birthday. Now be good and go help Eric and Brad set the table. I want to sit down the minute your dad gets out of the bathroom.”
            By the time Marcus returned from the bathroom the table was set, the kids seated, and David was ready to carve the roast beef. If David had asked Jasmine and Kevin what they’d been arguing about a few minutes earlier he doubted they would even remember. After everyone’s plate was filled, they said grace the same way they said it before every meal. It wasn’t exactly a show of religious devotion because neither David nor Marcus had ever been religious men. Their particular brand of grace before any meal in their home was more about gratitude and humility, only without the guilt that’s so often associated with organized religion. It wasn’t long and verbose. There were no big words and no showy palms lifted up toward the sky. It wasn’t even scripted and tended to vary from time to time. That night they all simply glanced down at their dinner plates while Marcus said, “Let us all be thankful for this wonderful food, this wonderful home, this wonderful life, and for each other.” And he didn’t end it with an amen.

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Student Who Outs Teacher Karma; Kicked Out For Being Gay; Bisexual Teen Found Dead

Student Who Outs Teacher Karma

Here’s an allegedly true story that was posted on reddit by a guy who outed his teacher in a show of revenge, and how that mean decision followed him around for years afterward.

I wanted revenge. I wanted him to feel as uncomfortable as I did. I wanted things to be awkward for him. I decided to start a rumor. It would be easy. It was his first year teaching. No one knew anything about him. Why, exactly, I chose the rumor that he was gay I’ll never know. The memories are too fuzzy. Most likely, it was because of the other way he’d “slighted me.” It wasn’t just the girls in the class that had a crush on him. I did too. That’s some heavy shit for a 13 year old guy to process. Somehow that crush I had was his fault too.

So “he’s gay” was the rumor I settled on. It took very little effort on my part. Just a few “you know what I heard…” type comments in earshot of the school’s biggest gossips. It spread like wildfire.

You can read the entire story here. 

And the saddest thing of all is that this kind of mentality is still around today. The shame that is associated with being gay is still there in many places. And that’s what needs to change. There should be no such thing as starting a gay rumor and dealing with consequences. It shouldn’t matter. No one spreads a rumor that someone is straight and suffers any consequences…at least not in this context.

Kicked Out For Being Gay

Here’s the story of a Lebanese man who was kicked out of his home because he’s gay.

 YouTuber Elias describes himself as “Just a regular degular shmegular Lebanese boy living in Australia,” and he shared his story of being kicked out of his home for being gay, complete with disturbing religious undertones.

You can watch the video here.

Once again, this is what needs to change.

Bisexual Teen Found Dead

Unfortunately, it gets sadder. Here’s one about a bisexual teen who was found dead after allegedly telling his mom he was targeted.

19-year-old Nicholas Hawkins made a frantic call to his mother and told her that acquaintance Joshua Adam Reese was trying to kill him. Three days later, Hawkins was found shot to death and Reese was arrested and being held as a person of interest in the crime.

You can check that one out here.

Next time you hear someone say there’s not much to do because we won legal gay marriage, relate a few of these stories to them.

 
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Learning About FASCIA; Getting Your "Beau" In a Sex Mood; Rugby Star Sam Stanley Comes Out as Gay

Learning About FASCIA

While I’ve seen far to many of these things to take anything too seriously anymore, personally, I’ve always believed that if it makes you feel better that’s something. If you truly believe in something, it will work. From what I gather, this article was written by a trainer who claims he can help with emotions, like stress and anxiety, through certain workout routines.

Our muscles and organs are all encased in a layer of fibrous material called fascia. Fascia is what separates yet holds everything together in our bodies. One analogy I heard recently was that if our body were a suitcase, then fascia would be the lining inside that creates separate compartments for your underwear, socks, toiletries, etc. No matter what direction you turn the suitcase, the contents inside remain organized and intact. 

This is interesting, too.

Our mood also affects the pliability of our fascia. All of our emotions travel through our body via the fascial web. Our mind then interprets this data as love, anger, joy, fear etc. It’s our fascia, however, that physically feels these emotions in our body.

There’s more here.

There’s a list of things at the bottom of the article. I don’t know much about fascia, but I do run every morning and I like the benefits.

Getting Your “Beau” In a Sex Mood

This one you’ll have to sift through with a good sense of humor. It’s one of those pieces that gives advice about getting your “beau” in a sexy mood. Yes, your “beau.” Take into consideration this is an advertorial.

Whether you are in a long-term relationship, practice serial monogamy or simply like playing the field, getting in the mood with your beau of the choice can sometimes be a challenge. So we’ve teamed up with our friends at the AdamMale’s online store, along with the store’s resident sex expert Dr. Kat, to put together pointers for how to re-light the fire.

Now, if you really want to get your “beau,” or as they say on Twitter, your “bae,” in the mood, you can give him this…

Watermelon

A 2011 study published by Urology found that watermelon can help improve a man’s sexual performance. Citrulline is an amino acid found in high concentrations of watermelon juice and is believed to help increase blood flow to the penis as well as boost libido. On top of that, watermelon is packed with Vitamin C, and at just 71 calories per serving, it’s a sexy, guilt-free snack.

The list gets even worse, and nowhere do they mention poppers, black work boots, or cock rings.


You can read the rest here.

The comments are priceless:

We’re men. What is this “GET in the mood” of which you speak?

Rugby Star Sam Stanley Comes Out As Gay

First, all bloggers often use “as gay” after “comes out” for search engines. We know we’re stating the obvious, so calm yourselves 🙂

Second, I think this is a great example of why labels are important sometimes. Sam Stanley is now another one of many brave people to come out, openly, as gay and without shame. That’s a huge thing. That’s not something we would have seen ten or twenty years ago. So if you don’t like labels, or don’t understand them, take this story into consideration. The guy is helping closeted gay men of all generations by showing there’s no shame.

England Rugby Sevens star Sam Stanley has come out as gay – the first English professional rugby union player to do so.

Stanley, who has represented England five times internationally, has spoken of his anguish at hiding his sexuality.

Speaking to the Sunday Times, Stanley said: ‘I was 10 or 11 when I realised I was different to my friends.

‘I didn’t want to accept it, I felt that being different wasn’t right. I had a girlfriend and I was thinking that, like some people say, maybe it is just a phase.’

I think any gay person on earth can relate to the kind of shame he’s talking about.

Here’s more.  

 

 

Will the Gawker Story Change the Shame? Pastor Suffers Gay Hate the Most; You Can’t Be Fired For Being Gay

Will the Gawker Story Change the Shame?

Mostly everyone has heard about a story Gawker ran about a married “straight” exec with ties to the Obama administration and the exec allegedly looking for sex from a gay pornster for hire. The pornster allegedly wanted something from the exec and it all devolves from there. Gawker has received huge backlash for publishing the piece, enough to remove the article. Of course that’s been truncated and it goes much deeper.

Gawker nevertheless reported that Geithner planned to go to Chicago to meet a gay porn star and escort, and was prepared to pay $2,500 for the encounter. David Geithner reportedly cancelled the meet-up after the escort tried to get him to use his political connections to help with a housing dispute. Previously, the anonymous escort had asked Republican Sen. Ted Cruz’s office for help with his housing dispute, the online article said.

And then there’s this:

Readers pointed out that publicizing Geithner’s possible sexual orientation did nothing for the public good: he’s not a public official or political candidate who has advocated against gay rights, for instance.

“This guy is not an antigay politician whose hypocrisy needs to be outed. Why would anyone care if he wants to hire an escort?” wrote reader Mike Johnson of Los Angeles on Gawker’s Facebook page.

I wouldn’t have published anything like this. I believe coming out is personal and private. But I can’t help thinking about the shame that’s still involved with being gay. That’s all. I’m not taking this to another level. I’m only talking about the shame right now. If this guy had allegedly tried to hire a female sex worker would all these people be up in arms on twitter about that?

It reminds me of the old Hollywood days when every single topic was safe to report on except one…don’t tell anyone that the star is gay.  Think Rock Hudson. Hell, think J. Edgar Hoover. And that’s not the way it should work anymore. I don’t mean we should start outing people. But the shame shouldn’t be there.    

You can read the rest here. 

Pastor Suffers Gay Hate the Most

A brilliant gay man literally saved a church from going under, but when they discovered he married a man he was let go. Think about that. Here’s a brave gay man who isn’t hiding anything, he isn’t hiring male whores, he isn’t worth millions of dollars, and he now can’t work at what he loves doing anymore because he’s gay. That’s the kind of guy we should all be tweeting and supporting.

Thankfully, people are speaking up for him, which I’ve noticed has been a trend lately.

When it was discovered that Hutchinson had married his male partner, church officials told him he was “unfit” to lead the congregation. He was fired the same day.

Now that same congregation — the one he built — is speaking out in Hutchinson’s defense.
“This church was dying when he came here, they weren’t far from closing the doors. It was real close. He came in, worked on it, got people to come…He brought life back into that church,” said Kevin Hershberger, a church member.

You can read this here. 

I can’t tell you much, but I can tell you this. This guy has nothing at all to be ashamed about.

You Can’t Be Fired For Being Gay

This almost sounds too good to be true. I don’t know enough about it to comment in depth because, oddly, it didn’t seem to filter into any of my news feeds today. I find that disturbing…that I read all kinds of other articles that weren’t nearly as important as this one is.

The U.S. Equal Employment Opportunity Commission, created to enforce and implement the 1964 Civil Rights Act, ruled this week that workplace discrimination based on sexual orientation is illegal.

The ruling states that employers who discriminate against LGBT workers are violating Title VII of the 1964 Civil Rights Act, which prohibits employment discrimination “based on race, color, religion, sex and national origin.”

It’s a new interpretation of the law with wide-reaching potential.

In the past, courts have ruled that Title VII doesn’t apply to sexual orientation because it isn’t explicitly mentioned, but the new interpretation accounts for LGBT discrimination under the umbrella of sex discrimination.

“Sexual orientation discrimination is sex discrimination because it necessarily entails treating an employee less favorably because of the employee’s sex,” the EEOC concluded.

You can read the rest here. THIS is big news. I just hope there isn’t a catch somewhere. 

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Monk Touches Trans Woman’s Breast; Jussie Smollett Outed; Meadows Are Not Forever M/M Romance

Monk Touches Trans Woman’s Breast

This is unusual because it’s a topic that’s sparked a debate in some circles over gender, one most of us haven’t seen before.

A monk in Thailand touched a woman’s breasts, a photo was taken that went viral, and it set off a firestorm because Buddhist monks are never allowed physical contact with the opposite sex.

But the story took an unexpected twist Sunday (1 March) when the woman in the photo, only identified as Thanradaporn, told the Morning News TV show that she was a pre-op transgender woman.

‘I’m a transgender who has not had a gender change operation. My chest looks bigger than usual because I have been taking birth control pills,’ she said.

You can read more here. It’s really something that seems so innocent and yet somehow became a huge event that has sparked a debate over whether or not the trans woman in question is male, female, or third sex. 

Jussie Smollett Outed

This is something you don’t see often. One of Smollett’s co-stars in Empire, Malik Yoba, recently outed Smollett. He claims Smollett is gay to the point of being an activist in the LGBT community.

I don’t follow Empire, but it’s interesting to note that Smollett plays a gay character, Jumal, but hasn’t said anything about his own sexuality in real life. 

‘Jussie, he is gay, and he’s very committed to issues around the LGBT community. He and I have a very close relationship,’ Yoba tells Black Film.

But Smollett isn’t saying.

‘I am not willing to confirm or deny anything,’ he said in a recent interview with Sway in the Morning.

‘I live my life…if anyone is looking to put me in a box, then that’s not going to happen. But if you really want to know about me, just watch, because I don’t hide anything. I just don’t choose to talk about my personal life.’

See, that’s the part that bothers me. It’s not about his personal life. I don’t want to know about his sex life, what he eats for dinner, or what kind of car he drives. I don’t care how he does anal sex, if he’s a top or a bottom. That’s personal. Being gay is NOT about keeping something hidden in your personal life. Being gay is just being who you are, without shame and with dignity. And every single time I hear this weak excuse I want to grab something and kick it. It’s an insult to me, and to everyone else out there who just says, “Yes, I’m gay.” And that’s all we really need to know.

The rest is here.  Frankly, in this particular circumstance, I’m glad he was outed. I wouldn’t say that in other more sensitive circumstances. But the dude is playing gay, getting paid a lot of money to pretend to be gay, and he doesn’t want to admit he is gay in real life? That’s WTF-ery that sends mixed messages to younger gay men still struggling with their identities.

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Nutella Bans "Lesbian"; Jack Falahee Won’t Admit Sexuality; Meadows Are Not Forever

Nutella Bans “Lesbian”

In France, the Nutella company launched some kind of marketing campaign that allows people to customize their own jars with personal messages.

Evidently, they also decided to censor words like “Lesbian,” “Muslim,” and “Obese.”

Internet users quickly discovered that they were not allowed to certain words in their messages, including the word ‘lesbienne.’ 

They then opened the source code of the page to see the full list of the banned words. 

They included a slew of insults and their spelling variations, and words related to unhealthy diets, such as ‘obese,’ ‘diabetes,’ ‘fat’ and controversial ingredient ‘palm oil.’ 

While gay and homosexual passed, ‘Muslim’ and ‘lesbian’ were forbidden. 

‘Negative or insulting messages were directly removed from the field of possibilities,’ Nutella said a statement.

If this is true, that’s the worst kind of censorship there is. In full disclosure, I always have a jar of Nutella in the house. I won’t be stocking any more after this.

You can read the rest here.  

Jack Falahee Won’t Admit Sexuality

I’ve already posted about this actor, Jack Falahee, and how he won’t say whether or not he’s gay. And he’s really sticking to this, with a few more additional comments.

‘We don’t ask the actor playing James Bond what his sexual preference is,’ he said this week on SiriusXM Progress. ‘So I don’t know what it is, really, with trying to out actors who portray gay characters on television. But it is some sort of fascination in society.’ 

The freshman series wraps up its season next week and Falahee’s law student character of Conor Walsh and his memorable trysts with several different men have catapulted the previously unknown actor to stardom.

Being gay is not about sexual preference. That’s just a small part of it. It’s not a “fascination.” It’s about self-respect, pride, and something called equality. As a gay man who gets a kick in the face almost every single day of my life, I not only find it disingenuous of Falahee, but ignorant. He’s the one who decided to play gay on TV and collect a nice big paycheck. I’ve never advocated forcing anyone to come out, however, under these circumstances with someone this vocal I personally think Falahee’s words are an insult to every single gay person who has ever come out and suffered discrimination.

Falahee is only promoting more shame…the shame that still exists if you say you’re gay. The shame that still exists if someone calls you gay and you’re not. And that’s what I dislike the most about him. 

You can read more here.

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He’s NOT Gay,Again; In Love With Straight Best Friend; Leelah Alcorn’s Mom Speaks

He’s NOT Gay

Frankly, the only reason I’m posting about this debacle is to show how there are still people out there who find shame in being referred to as gay. You can call these blithering idiots anything from vapid douche-bags to brainless buffoons,  but don’t call them gay. It pisses me off. In this case it’s an actor, Sahil Kha, who is mixed up in some kind of trashy litigation no one cares about with his former female business partner and the female business partner is telling everyone he’s gay. She needs a kick in the ass, too. He’s claiming he had an affair with this woman and he has photos to prove it.

Khan however is claiming that she spent the money on him as they were having an affair. 

‘Ayesha has said so many things about me – that I am gay and that we did not have physical relations – and she has left me no choice but to take all these things to the public,’ Khan was quoted as saying in the Times of India. 

Ayesha told Mid-day, ‘There cannot be any personal pictures for the simple reason that there was never a personal relationship. I think his ex-wife was the best person to clarify that.’ 

Khan’s former wife Negar reportedly said in an interview in July 2005 that she caught her former husband in a ‘compromising position with a man’ in Bangkok when she returned early from her film-shoot.

Whether he’s gay or not isn’t the issue as far as I’m concerned. It’s the strong denial that he’s NOT gay that bothers me the most. Once again, there’s nothing wrong with being gay and why this even comes up makes me want to punch something.

You can read the rest here in more detail. I didn’t really care about the facts in this case. I just wanted to show another example of people who think there’s something wrong with being gay.

In Love With Straight Best Friend

I think this is something that’s been happening since the beginning of time…a gay man falling in love with his straight best friend. In the past this has always been unrequited love, never to be mentioned aloud. In almost all cases the straight friend never even knew it was happening. Evidently, things are changing to a certain degree.

Star-crossed love is one thing, but falling for someone who isn’t interested in romance with your entire gender is an impossible hurdle to jump. And it’s sadly all too often a scenario when gay guys fall for their straight best friends.

Things get confusing, and fast. The male bonding that the straight friend enjoys so much can easily turn into butterflies in the stomach for the gay friend, always wondering if the friendly affection might one day mean more.

They list fifteen anonymous comments on the topic from people who have experienced this first hand. You can read them here. 

At least we’re talking about it now, and without shame.

Leelah Alcorn’s Mom Speaks

Leelah Alcorn is the transgender teen who recently died after writing an online suicide note. She was run over by a tractor-trailer and police are investigating this as a suicide. In the note she left she went into detail about how hard it was to deal with her parents and her sexual identity. This is really one of the saddest stories I’ve heard in a long time.

This is part of what she wrote:

 ‘The only way I will rest in peace is if one day transgender people aren’t treated the way I was, they’re treated like humans, with valid feelings and human rights. Gender needs to be taught about in schools, the earlier the better. 

 ‘My death needs to mean something. My death needs to be counted in the number of transgender people who commit suicide this year. I want someone to look at that number and say “that’s fucked up” and fix it. Fix society. Please.’

This has been so compelling and has had such a strong reaction from so many people Leelah’s mom is now speaking out…in a lame attempt to defend herself.

‘We don’t support that, religiously … But we told him that we loved him unconditionally. We loved him no matter what. I loved my son. People need to know that I loved him. He was a good kid, a good boy.’ 

Carla Alcorn says her child came to her only once to talk to her about being transgender, and that she had never asked to be called Leelah. She says the first time she heard the name Leelah was when she read the suicide note. 

She said that she knew her child was depressed, and had seen counselors and a psychiatrist, who had prescribed Leelah medication, but after that time, ‘He just quit talking about it [being transgender]’. 

This conflicts with Leelah’s suicide note, which paints a picture of a trans teenager who had been at odds with her parents for some time over her desire to transition. 

It has also emerged that Leelah posted a message on Reddit two months ago in which she also talked about wanting to see a gender therapist but was instead sent by her parents to see Christian therapists who she felt didn’t understand her. 

She ended that note by saying: ‘Please help me, I don’t know what I should do and I can’t take much more of this.’ 

I don’t doubt for one instant that Leeah’s parents loved her. Of course they did, but with conditions. I think it’s significant to notice that in her mom’s statements her mom never once uses “she” as a pronoun. It’s always “he.” That tells me everything I need to know in only one word.

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Chase of a Holy Ghost