What Knob Lobbers!

Craig and company, that is.

First Ted and then Chris post on the toe tapper.

It’s the third one this year. What’s up with the GOP and these closeted fraks? Allen, offender #2, tried to blame his cruising on a fear of black men:

In taped statements made by Allen to police following his arrest and released by the force Allen admits to soliciting the male officer but claims that it was the result of being nervous by the high number of black men in the park.

I’ve never heard that one before – using racism as an alibi when caught for cruising. I see he shows his true colors (would rather admit to being a bigot instead of the big, gross homo he is. He is both). What a knob lobber!

Boys Beware! (of those “hoe-moe sexuals”)

Here is a late 1950’s short film warning about the dangers of those “hoe-moe sexuals.” Frightening stuff, boys and girls. Beware of men in mustaches or bow ties.

Here, homophobia is banally presented, depicting “homosexuals” as a threat to white boys in in suburbia. Of course, the film grossly mischaracterizes male homosexuals as child molesters, when real gay men lived in fear of being beaten by the police during raids on gay bars. Many also lived quietly closeted double lives. This badly done propaganda overlooks that the child molester was often someone the child knew – a relative, clergy, etc. And, we all know about the Sunday men in dresses.

Thanks Kelly and Joe for the tip on this clip.

How Frakked Up Is This?

Just read this in the Advocate this morning: Baptist minister charged with indecent exposure. On some level, I don’t want to feel sorry for him because he may had some role, however small, in perpetuating homophobia and uptightness about sex in general. I do feel sorry because A: he’s a victim of his own priggish mentality, and B: he will be out of work soon. He should have thought about B before doing this:

  • Driving under the influence.
  • Public urination at a carwash (especially in front of children).
  • Wearing a skirt at the incident.
  • Sexually propositioning (presumably male) police officers when they arrived at the scene.

He’ll probably get rushed off into ex-gay rehab, never to be heard from again.

Update: This video, “Ted Haggard is Completely Heterosexual” seems appropriate:

How Frakked Up Is This?

Just read this in the Advocate this morning: Baptist minister charged with indecent exposure. On some level, I don’t want to feel sorry for him because he may had some role, however small, in perpetuating homophobia and uptightness about sex in general. I do feel sorry because A: he’s a victim of his own priggish mentality, and B: he will be out of work soon. He should have thought about B before doing this:

  • Driving under the influence.
  • Public urination at a carwash (especially in front of children).
  • Wearing a skirt at the incident.
  • Sexually propositioning (presumably male) police officers when they arrived at the scene.

He’ll probably get rushed off into ex-gay rehab, never to be heard from again.

Update: This video, “Ted Haggard is Completely Heterosexual” seems appropriate:

San Diego Pride Weekend

Aztec Eye Candy 2 God Bless Mexico Rough Trade

Yes, I’m using a tactic to boost ratings that Chris, Brian, and I love so much: a show of skin. Usually, one picture suffices, but I’ve treated you to a triptych. Oh, and there is a point to this. It was Pride Weekend in San Diego and there was no shortage of skin. There were plenty of clothed people, but posting nearly naked men is more fun.

My friends Scott, Jaylen, and Kay staked out a table in Starbuck’s outdoor patio on University and Cleveland at 9:00am, Saturday morning. Some more friends would join them, but I could only chat with them briefly. I was marching with St. Paul’s Cathedral in the parade. I would see them when the St. Paul’s group passed by them.

Since I was marching with St. Paul’s, that meant waiting for a couple of hours at the Hillcrest DMV before the parade. There were approximately 50-60 people who showed up to march, which was a larger turnout from the two or three previous years. Integrity had organized the parade contingent in the past; however, this was the first time the Cathedral was wholly represented. Many of the gay membership was present, but many others showed up to show their support. Clergy also participated. The Reverend Canon Allisyn Thomas (pictured with Martin holding the Gay Agenda sign) has long dreamed of having a large fantastic float, something that represents the Cathedral. No big float yet, but there were two silver convertibles and plenty of people for starters. Hopefully, Allisyn can have her float next year and will be big and fabulous.

Priestly Communication IMG_2377 Scott and Allison Me and Daniel Parade Car

Left to right: The Reverend Canon Andrew Rank, St. Paul’s members, the Very Reverend Scott Richardson and the Reverend Canon Allisyn Thomas, my friend Daniel and me, one of the cars used for the parade.

Since waiting for the parade to begin took a couple of hours, I wandered (not too far) and took some pictures. A fun float a few places ahead of us was Hairspray Salon, which had a Flintstones theme this year:

Barney and Wilma Bedrock Residents Flintsone and Caveman Friend

I couldn’t resist catching these t-shirt captions:

Dip Me In Honey... Harder, Dammit!
Left: We know what he likes. Right: We know how he likes it.

Here are some people I met during my wandering around:

Me and Scott from MCC Priest of Perpetual Indulgence Me with Miss San Diego Rodeo Sisters of Perpetual Indulgence

Left to right: Me with Scott from MCC (not to be confused with my other friend Scott), Priest with Sisters of Perpetual Indulgence, me with Miss San Diego Rodeo, and some Sisters of Perpetual Indulgence.

When it came time for the parade to start, Tutti of Lipps sent us off with a bang. She bantered with us about the time when Lipps was across the street from St. Paul’s, how Lipps is now the holiest place in their new location, and what does one call a female priest: priestess? priestessess? priest? At certain points, commentators told the spectators of the floats, but Tutti was the most fun.

Tutti
Tutti of Lipps sends St Paul’s off.

Our group was very well received on the parade route. Well, not by everyone:

Protesters

These nutjobs show up on 8th and University every year. This is the one spot protesters are allowed their First Amendment rights. Their numbers used to be larger, but it seems like the really cute, but loudly homophobic guys came out of the closet and left. Who knows? Hopefully, they will get love wherever they find it. They certainly won’t find it behind a horse’s ass.

After the parade, I got to meet in person Ted, one of my blog friends. Ted was one of the first people I “met” out in the blogosphere” earlier this year when I began interacting with other bloggers on a regular basis. He’s a writer, teacher, anthroplogist, doctoral candidate, a fellow holder of an MFA, and along with his husband, an editor of From Boys to Men: Gay Men Write About Growing Up. I got to meet his partner Rob, who will be a co-worker of mine in the fall, and I got to meet a mutual acquaintance of ours I haven’t seen in years. Our interaction was brief, but I don’t think I’ve seen the last of Ted.

No pride event is complete without token straight boys. God bless them, especially when they’re cute. This guy was in front of me in line at Chipotle’s on 7th and University and I couldn’t resist taking his picture. One of his girlfriends helped me out with taking this pic by telling him to own what’s written on his arm. After I got this pic and ordered my burrrito, I met my friends for lunch. Chipotle’s was crowded and we couldn’t sit with our group for a while, so Scott, Daniel, and I sat outside. After a while, we joined the rest of the group inside and met up with Amber and Julie, who could only be there for a short while.

The festival was like any other festival I’ve been to, only bigger. This time, the grounds extended to 6th and Laurel and there were more beer gardens than before. As usual, there were many obscure bands, but the headlining band was Erasure on Sunday night.

Andy in mid-air

Like the True Colors set of a month ago, Erasure’s set was a truncated one. Given that is was more practical to take a minimalist approach, Andy Bell and Vince Clark avoided the flamboyant theatrical devices that typically accompany their shows. While Bell and company didn’t do many costume changes, they did have some interesting outfits. Bell and Clark wore Andy Warhol patterns. Vince Clark had a Debbie Harry t-shirt underneath his jacket, while Andy Bell sported a Warhol print of Debbie Harry on his silver jacket. Vince Clark masqueraded as Andy Warhol with his wig, and the back-up divas wore fluorescent cheongsams and wigs to match. They played material from their new album along with some standard crowd pleasers from the 1980’s, but Erasure delivered a show that ultimately satisfied festival goers.

Vincent Warhol Andy shows his Warhol

See more of my Pride pictures on Flickr.

From The Horse’s Mouth

I received this lovely response from Michael Glatze regarding “No Longer Gay?,” one of my posts from Tuesday, July 3 (I’m sure I’m not the only one). I did, as a courtesy, include his “coming out” as ex-gay column as a link in my post, but giving the reader access to his story isn’t enough. In all fairness, his side of the story along with his insipid, but deadly theology should be heard. He did ask me to post this to my blog, and I’m obliging him. I am too kind.

To My Friends Who Are Trapped In Homosexuality
By Michael Glatze

Dear friend,

Thank you for your kind comments and keen observations regarding my story and my revelation about no longer being homosexual and now being heterosexual. I thank you for the time that you have spent in considering this issue, deeply, and with great passion. God loves you.

God is right there, within you, whether you like to see Him or not. Can you humble yourself to Him? It’s a really nice feeling. I know that, in some small way, you want to. We all do. We don’t like being separated from our Father; it makes us sad and lonely, forcing us to be angry, to act out, to get vulgar… well, I won’t go on; many of you have already demonstrated, on your blog comments, exactly what I’m
talking about. ?

God love you, Yes! He does! And, He wants you to be free from homosexuality. God made us men and women. Think about that; you could – really – be a man or a woman! Not a strange creature… but, real! That’s awesome… ?

Change is very difficult and takes a lot of inner strength. Do you have that strength? I promise you that the Gay Identity does not exist, that it is a fabrication of mankind (look it up, if you don’t believe me), and that you are not “trapped” in same-sex-orientation. To believe that you are Gay is to be stupid. I’m sorry, if that sounds cruel; it’s not cruel. To believe that you are a false identity, created by man, unnaturally, to participate in social engineering, is
to be stupid.

It’s not the acts, as much as it is the Identity. No one ever told you that, before, because they wanted to feed you with the lie that homosexuality is a set thing. Any intelligent “homosexual” knows there’s no fixed Gay Identity. If you don’t believe me, ask the theorists or “intellectuals.” ?

Gay Identity has been packaged and fed to you, and – if you believe yourself to be “Gay” – you have eaten it, preventing you from further growth and understanding of your true and real self.

Coming out from under this packaged lie requires strong self-confidence and will and desire to know the Truth. Yes, Truth is capitalized. It is that way for a reason. There is only one Truth.

That one Truth is the fact that you are beautiful, perfect, and glorious, in the image of He who created you… God. There is only one God. I know it may be hard for you to get your head around the paradoxical nature of God… but, He is everywhere “out there” and – at the same time – right inside your soul. He sees and knows you. He
loves you. ?

He wants you to be free of homosexuality. I promise you that. He’s rooting for you; He knows you can do it. Remember, He loves you! He’s not judging you – those angry voices in your mind, planted there by Satan, might scream and judge and ridicule – but, no; He’s not judging you. He has patience. He’ll give you strength. All you have to do is pray to Him.

Prayer and love – True Love, my dear friends – requires total humility. Can you do that?

I know, in my heart, that all homosexuals desire to be free.

It is a new world, one in which the lie will not stand much longer. The tide is turning. Be not afraid! It’s a good change! Jesus will come. ? And, when that day happens, will you be – truly – yourself!? Or, will you be a demon, trapped in a fabrication not your own, lusting and hating and destroying your soul to hell? Consider this one last thing: all the love you may believe you feel for yourself or for someone else, while trapped in the homosexual mindset, is a grain of sand on the beach of the love that you could feel. Healing is possible. When you choose to go there, you know who to call on for help. His name is Jesus Christ.

Michael Glatze

Update:
Chris is right. Those smilies are so annoying. Did Glatze’s conversion, LIKE, turn him into a Valley Girl? Like, Omigod! It’s like totally awesome!

It’s fun to find out that Michael Glatze’s now a Mormon. This I found out on Ex-Gay watch this morning:

I also confirmed I’m not the only blogger hit by the e-mail reproduced in full above.

No Longer Gay?

I found this on Ex-Gay Watch about Michael Glatze, former editor of Young Gay America, who does a 180 after finding Jesus though dealing with his illness and personal problems.

Why is it when some gays “find Jesus,” they become serious homophobes? Perhaps the question is, when some gay activists become “born again Christians,” why do they go on a campaign to inflict their self-loathing upon everyone else?

The new, reformed Glatze now denounces the aims and goals of his magazine and sees homosexuality as not only the root of his problems, but everyone else’s as well. He seems to be unaware of the damaging effects of the closets when they are places to hide, not store one’s frocks and fabulous shoes. The frightening thing is I have met religious closeted types who dress better than me or any other out gay or lesbian person I know.

I digress, but what he says is interesting:

God gave us truth for a reason. It exists so we could be ourselves. It exists so we could share that perfect self with the world, to make the perfect world. These are not fanciful schemes or strange ideals.

The idea of truth existing so we could be ourselves sounds wonderful. Unfortunately, the context is Glatze’s newfound hateful rhetoric. Here is the the rest of what he says, right from the horse’s mouth.

Link:
Another interesting though on Ex-Gay Watch: Relationship with God: Who Needs the Ex-Gay Middleman?