After the “first 100 days” of Barack Obama’s presidency have come and gone, some LGBT groups are calling foul on the absence of gay issues on the president’s table. The “fierce advocate of equality for gay and lesbian Americans” has failed, thus far, to significantly advance gay rights, as even the mainstream media are pointing out with comment and criticism.

I am not of one mind on this subject. I am, of course, unequivocally in favor of advancing LGBT rights, but I’m also open to the argument that political moves must be well-timed and balanced. The more ambitious items on the LGBT agenda will involve intense political battles, and it may be smarter to wait until the air is clear of more imminent issues — the economy being first and foremost — to move forward.

I am also a fan of Barack Obama: I think his presidency is an unequivocally good thing for LGBT Americans. His rhetorical abilities ensure that LGBT people have the most prominent and skilled spokesperson possible, who can help win lasting support for the movement, and regardless of the status of same-sex marriage this president can and will be the catalyst behind hate crimes bills and HIV/AIDS support and other issues of dire importance. (read the full article)

We first saw Johnny when he appeared one day in our yard, tapping at the window. He was scruffy and unshaven and hungry. Naturally, our heart went out to him. Did we mention he wore nothing but a saggy pair of gym shorts?

He spoke in halting English as he accepted the baloney sandwich we were eating. To our astonishment, he claimed he had been raised by … What was that again, Johnny?

Wolves.

Don’t bullshit an old bullshitter, kid. What gives? (read the full article)

Enantiodromia: is a principle introduced by psychiatrist Carl Jung that the superabundance of any force inevitably produces its opposite:

Is it possible to have too many men going at it like jackrabbits in one film, at the same time, non-stop, again and again and again?

And no, it’s not a mirage, just our latest Raging Stallion video extravaganza, Mirage, in Nightcharm’s Inner Circle. Sit back, lube up, and take this video in, frame by frame, inch by inch, squirt by juicy squirt. Oops, I just came. Damn it! (read the full article)

What’s an out-of-power, out-of-answers, out-of-date party to do?

Coherence hasn’t really been the G.O.P.’s thing for decades, and reality used to be a friend back when the party was composed of level-headed Main Street businessman, rather than snake-handling soothsayers. Now that it’s degenerated into a televangelist take on the Mansion of Madness, there’s a power vacuum left in its “permanent majority” (oy, the Rovian hubris!) wake. The Grand Old Party needs a new face.

You can’t flip this whack shack; you can only superficially paint it up all purdy-like.

Since beauty queens are as anachronistic as all the anti-gay rhetoric the party recycles with eye-rolling monomania, there’s something quaintly apt about a teased-haired, glazed-eyed stiletto doll becoming the Conservative It Girl of-the-moment. In I Shot Andy Warhol, Lily Taylor‘s bellicose, up-against-the-wall-motherfucker Valerie Solanas disdainly opined that beauty queens and drag queens were the two ideal victims of male oppression. And the lady knew her shit. (read the full article)