she graces us thusly:
• A number of Internet forums host handwringing conversations about “masculinity,” another word the left has domesticated and castrated so that it now means the opposite of its original definition. The first such site I ever encountered was The League of Ordinary Gentlemen, but the upstart Good Men Project throws off so little testosterone, it makes the League look like the gladiator holding pen beneath the Roman Coliseum.
Oh, Kathy. Using Forbidden Epithets is such a boring way of trying to seem interesting, and such a small way of trying to seem big. It doesn’t make you outrageous, it merely makes you obvious. But I guess some of us really never leave seventh grade behind, do we?
Before I continue, I feel compelled to offer a brief comment to regular readers. (May God bless and keep you.) I fear I may have been dwelling on gay-related subjects a bit much lately, with the AAP and Scalia and Ben Carson posts and all. While the issue of marriage equality has been in the news a lot and it’s one of paramount importance to me, I also don’t want to become too one-note. I’ll try to find other stuff to talk about soon, I promise.
Anyhow, I can’t speak for the heterosexual fellows around the League, but as one of the resident homos I guess I’m supposed to take umbrage at Ms. Shaidle’s slur. Maybe I should start establishing my straight-acting cred. Shall I mention the pleasure I take from running competitively or mowing the lawn? (Both true.) Perhaps I should casually let slip that I get my hair cut in a barbershop instead of a salon? (At least these days.) Make fun of someone really gay-acting and try to create some daylight between us?
Except one of nifty things that happened when I came out of the closet almost exactly half my lifetime ago is that it instantaneously rendered null the taunts of the witless. If some variation on “you’re gay” is the best you’ve got, then “yeah… so?” is as much of a response as you merit. And if I refuse to find anything to be ashamed of in being gay, then why should I find it shameful to act that way if I want to?
So here is where I happily admit that, in addition to mowing the lawn, I have found almost zen-like pleasure in making baby food for the Squirrel. (Seriously, it’s so fun and easy I’m embarrassed and chagrined that we bought baby food for the Critter.) You will never see more exuberant car seat dancing than mine when Sirius radio plays Erasure’s “Chains of Love.” (Indeed, when they play some horrible, repetitive dance hit from the 90s I will turn it up really loud because it makes me nostalgic for my younger, prettier days.) A couple of months ago at our office holiday party I expressed gushing admiration for one lady’s shoes by describing them as “totally major” and gesticulating in their general direction.
Sometimes I all but burst into flames. (An old friend used to tease me in such moments by pretending to toast marshmallows and warm her hands in my glow.) And I imagine that Kathy Shaidle would consider all of that Grade A Epic Faggotry.
In which case, Ms. Shaidle is cordially invited to [intimate action verb] herself with a [gardening implement].
So that’s this week’s Question — which slights and slurs have you voided through nothing more than your own indifference? What about you have you taken from the hands of the bigots or bullies by refusing to care what they think? Fill in the following blank — faggot:Russell::[_____]:you.