This week, yet another female comedian came barreling out of her closet, and into mine. What I mean is, I didn’t even realize she was in the closet, until I went looking for a pair of gabardine slacks and matching ascot.

I just got back from the Join the Impact Prop 8 rally in Atlanta, where Southern homos showed out major to protest against hate and discrimination.

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Helen Boyd’s blog on couples voting has me thinking: Why are elections so sexy?

Think back to that first Halloween you ever donned a sexy costume and made out with a huge sack named Candi. I mean, made out with a huge sack of candy.

We could blame the debates and all the discussion surrounding the election for instilling in me a constant, and certain, fury

Saint. Heretic. Warrior. Witch. Joan of Arc wore many caps, but usually she wore armor and men’s clothing.

Do the pressures of gay life have you down in the dumps? Do you find yourself aimlessly daydreaming at the office or during quality cat time?