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No One Has Ever Gone Broke Underestimating The Insecurities Of The Gay And Lesbian Consumer.

I Own A Lot Of My House, Because I'm Irish And From People Who Never Owned Anything.

I Think It's Better To Have Limits. My Limits Are Different From Other People's Limits. I'm All For Freedom, I'm All For People Doing What They Want. I'm Also All For People Shouldering The Consequences Of Their Behaviors, And Not Being Assholes, And Not Lying Unless They Need To, And Being Honest Except When You Shouldn't, And Being Faithful Except When It's Okay To Cheat. I Guess I'm Just A Mass Of Contradictions.

I Do Know This, Though: I’m Done Pretending That The Handful Of Racist Gay White Men Out There—and They’re Out There, And I Think They’re Scum—are A Bigger Problem For African Americans, Gay And Straight, Than The Huge Numbers Of Homophobic African Americans Are For Gay Americans, Whatever Their Color…i’ll Eat My Shorts If Gay And Lesbian Voters Went For Mccain At Anything Approaching The Rate That Black Voters Went For Prop 8.

I'm One Of Those Gay People Who's Constantly Reminded Of How Fortunate I Am To Live Now And Not To Be Ennis And Jack [from Brokeback Mountain] Or Whatever - Not That I'd Mind Being Ennis For Half An Hour. But It's Been So Much Worse Recently. It Still Is Terrible. In Iran, They're Hanging Gay Teenagers. I'm Grateful For How Far The United States, Even With Its Crazy Christians, Has Come On A Lot Of Issues. And The Fact That I Get Called A Faggot Occasionally By A Crack Addict, While Annoying, Certainly Isn't A Lobotomy And Prison.