Has the anti-gay marriage strategy finally backfired?

For the Republicans last night, getting anti-gay amendments passed in six states proved to be the booby prize. The amendments carried but they didn’t necessarily bring Republican candidates with them — which was the whole point of this cynical exercise in gaybaiting. Let’s look at the tally.

Of the seven states considering gay marriage bans only Arizona rejected the measure, by a narrow margin, becoming the first state to do so.

The states that passed anti-gay measures were Colorado, Idaho, South Carolina, South Dakota, Tennessee, Virginia and Wisconsin.

But by the end of the evening, the legislation ushered in 30 Democrats, as well as 33 Republicans (see breakdown, below) — something of a wash for White House strategist Karl Rove, who has built a career on gay-baiting the Republican base and gay-slurring Democratic opponents. (read the full article)

It’s called Rainbow Country.

That’s the new title from Patrick Fillion’s line of Class Comics, which usually feature the far-out sexcapades of oversize superheros in distant galaxies.

Rainbow Country is set in the real world — as long as the real world is located somewhere off the French Riviera — and features everyday guys like you and me…

… as long as me and thee have mega pecs, industrial-strength abs, expanding orifices and the sort of flexibility that would bring a gold-medal gymnast to tears — if not his knees.

Dicks the size of salamis, of course, cockheads the size of a baby’s fist — all that comes standard in a Class Comic, and we mention them only in passing, for documentary purposes.

Welcome to Sodom by the Sea: Rainbow Country is a dazzlingly buff gay mecca — all male, all the time — where everyone lives in luxury condos that tower over a glittering aquamarine sea. (read the full article)

Like many of you I was giddy and dizzy and buzzing and floating on air last night. But I’d approached the evening with lots of trepidation. Minimizing hope until it started to resemble a form of Delusion-Lite. Who could blame me?

After Bush was elected (we think) in 2004 I spiraled into a horrid three-week depression. I was waylaid so hard it actually surprised me. I hadn’t realized I’d cared that much about politics.

In retrospect I can see I was freaked-out after realizing how I’d been used, like millions of other gay men and women, as a spook show prop to rustle fat-assed scolds and Bible-quoting dimwits into the voting booths to protect the sanctity of marriage.

Voting for Bush while they were at it.

The same Christers had also voted for nutcases like Rick “man-on-dog” Santorum (above with family and the creepiest weeping child on earth, during his concession speech after losing his Senate seat). A politician who also secured his job (and dream of running for President one day) by blathering on about queers and Jesus and the notion that the right to privacy doesn’t exist in the United States Constitution. (read the full article)

Like other big name celebrities in the film and music biz, adult star Joshua Adams wants to do what he can to initiate change in America. His plan? Overhauling Congress this afternoon.

Yes, he wants you to vote. And he’s willing to show you his ass (including his butthole) if you’ll get off of yours and visit the polls today and do your civic duty.

It’s only fair. If he’s going to expose himself to the elements in such a vulnerable way, you too can brave some bad weather or traffic and do the same. Right?

Josh, as his good friends call him, is the star of countless hardcore masterpieces, including Party In The Rear (which — wouldn’t you know it — just so happens to be playing tonight in our Raging Stallion theater of the Inner Circle’s Video LaunchPad!)

Oh, and just in time for Christmas, you’ll want to pick up a copy of Chi Chi Larue’s WARNING. A stylish, glossy, large format photo book by Greg Thompson that features Joshua and lots of other porn ponies doing what porn stars do best: Going to the polls and voting!

So, if indeed you’ve voted this afternoon, please place your poll receipt against your monitor, rub it up and down three times and then click at the jump to hop on Joshua’s ass.

America thanks you. (read the full article)

Prepare yourself to scream!

MONEY QUOTE: “…Until the day I give myself as a wedding gift to my husband.”

RUNNER UP: “You know, Dad, I don’t need boyfriends…”

David K: The key to understanding Ted Haggard is his mouth. He has one of those irregular, omnivorous mouths — a rubbery, cartoon-like mouth that doesn’t cooperate with the upper part of his face. His oral compulsions conflate with his sense of entitlement. Entitlement that’s fostered by all the power he’s accrued over the years. It’s a bad combination. Gobble, gobble, gobble.

You’d think he’d be a good cocksucker, but as his sex worker friend/Judas Michael Jones revealed to Michelangelo Signorile this morning, Haggard’s blowjobs were only ho-hum. (read the full article)

In the space of 24 hours, this story has gone from maybe to absolutely.

In the wake of accusations from a male escort, Pastor Ted Haggard, the head of the most powerful evangelical organization in America, has stepped down and, after initial — though curiously soft-spoken — denials, now admits he did buy amphetamines and a “massage” from his accuser, former escort Mike Jones.

The sins of Pastor Ted Haggard are many — though they are not the ones he is being pilloried for at the moment:

Haggard has railed angrily against the “homosexual agenda.” He is the chief organizer of anti-gay marriage initiatives.

His brand of holy-roller Christianity is curiously empty of self-reflection, or such spiritual adjuncts as meditation and prayer (other than the flashy talking-in- tongues, rolling-around-the-floor kind). (read the full article)