I've posted about things like this time and again. It's not that I'm prescient. I just know for a fact that there are gay people out there no one knows about...yet.
Fresh off his success of his months-long crusade to make LGBTQ protections for state employees illegal in Louisiana, antigay Attorney General Jeff Landry is finally addressing that pesky political thorn in his side: his homosexual brother.
And now this:
Throughout his homophobic crusade, Landry has desperately tried to hide the fact that the gay gene runs in his own family out of the headlines. He didn’t want people to know that his younger brother, Nick, is a proud homosexual. But last month, Nick ruined everything when posted an emotional video on YouTube criticizing his older brother.
“I can’t remain silent any longer,” the 34-year-old said, “because although I am not political, I am a human being, and I just want my rights, my unalienable rights.”
You can check out the rest here. I think there's more of this kind of thing happening everywhere than we can even begin to imagine. Good for Nick. The more we speak out the better it is for everyone.
Another NYC Gay Bar Shutters
Back in the 90s when I was going out to bars regularly there were certain routines everyone could depend on. Tea dance at the gay bar on Sunday afternoon was one of them. And in NY, especially on Saturday nights, at midnight everyone put on their catsuit and headed over to the Roxy. That's all changed now, and it continues to change with yet another gay bar closing.
The slow, steady dismantling of Chelsea as a Manhattan gayborhood continues.
The roomy lounge opened its doors in 1996, and helped usher in a micro-trend called “lounge chic,” which… we were never quite sure what that was supposed to be. Basically, it boiled down to drinking frozen Cosmos and wearing tight-fitting shiny shirts. Something like that.
My brother lives in Chelsea, and I'm always amazed to see how it changes each time I'm there.
You can check this out here.
Hollywood's Guarded Reaction To Lesbians
This is an article that talks about what happened when one author decided to question some very well known people in Hollywood about their sexuality. He has a new book out titled, Hollywood Lesbians: From Garbo to Foster.
Ann B. Davis lives on in reruns as Alice, devoted housekeeper to The Brady Bunch. (After costar Robert Reed’s death from AIDS, his father image was erased from most Brady merchandising.) The sitcom eventually assigned Alice a boyfriend—a butcher. Being butcher than Alice, he reassured mainstream audiences of Alice’s straightness.
I hadn’t intended to upset Davis, who was likable if not TV-lovable. She did participate in Brady reunions, lent her name to a Brady cookbook—admitting she wasn’t good in the kitchen or with kids—and briefly portrayed a truck driver (!) in The Brady Bunch Movie. However, Davis’s third act centered on the Episcopal church and she lived her final decades with a minister and his wife.
You can check this one out here.
I know a lot people are of the opinion that this shouldn't matter. That someone's sexuality shouldn't matter. But it does matter, especially when they're hiding it. It matters because they're implying that there's shame attached with being gay. And a lot of us are sick and tired of dealing with that shame. Unfortunately, this is still part of the Hollywood mindset today and actors like Colton Haynes and John Barrowman are two of the few openly gay out there.
Stepbrothers In the Attic by Ryan Field