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Psychotherapist Joe Kort, MA,
MSW, has been in practice since 1985. He
specializes in Gay Affirmative Psychotherapy as
well as IMAGO Relationship Therapy, which is a
specific program involving communication exercises
designed for couples to enhance their relationship
and for singles to learn relationship skills. He
also specializes in sexual addiction, childhood
sexual, physical and emotional abuse, depression
and anxiety. He offers workshops for couples and
singles. He runs a gay men's group therapy and a
men's sexuality group therapy for straight, bi and
gay men who are struggling with specific sexual
issues. His therapy services are for gays and
lesbians as well as heterosexuals. His articles and
columns have appeared in The Detroit Free
Press, Between the Lines Newspaper for
Gays and Lesbians, The Detroit News, The
Oakland Press, The Royal Oak Mirror, and
other publications. Besides providing therapy for
individuals and couples, he conducts a number of
groups and workshops for gay men. Now an adjunct
professor teaching Gay and Lesbian Studies at Wayne
State University's School of Social Work, he is
doing more writing and workshops on a national
level. He is the author of 10
Smart Things Gay Men can do to Improve Their
Lives. www.joekort.com
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Gaydar
(gay'.dahr, n.): (1) The
ability that lets gays and lesbians identify one
other. (2) This column--where non-gay readers can
improve their gaydar, learning more about gay men's
psychology and social lives. Also, (3) a regular
feature where gay readers can discover the many
questions and hassles their straight
counterparts--and themselves--must face!
The Turtle and the
Hailstorm
Relationships take on many forms for couples,
families, friends, co-workers, parents, and
children. This month I want to focus on two common
types of people in these relationships; the turtle
and the hailstorm.
This is a fictional story originated by Dr.
Harville Hendrix, Ph.D. creator of Imago
Relationship Therapy. Some people say that in some
relationships they are a turtle and in other
relationships they are a hailstorm. Most people
feel they are mostly one or the other. As you read
this, which do you think you are?
This month I will write about how this affects
your relationships whether you are a single,
partnered, a parent, child, siblings and even work
and school relationships. This story will set the
tone for the month. I hope you return to the site
to learn more of how this tale works in
relationships!
The Turtle and the Hailstorm
Created by Harville Hendrix, Ph.D, author of
"Getting The Love You Want"
Once upon a time there was a hailstorm and a
turtle that fell in love.
They knew that they were very different from one
another, but resolved to love one another and to
help each other, they had three children. One was a
turtle, one was a hailstorm, and one was a little
of both.
When things were doing well, the hailstorm and
the turtle were quite happy. But things didn’t
always go well. If there was strife, there was a
strong likelihood that the turtle would withdraw
into its shell, or the hailstorm would hail with
fury. Whichever one acted first, the likelihood was
that the other would resort to its normal
defense—hail or withdraw.
After several years, the hailstorm could
sometimes sense that the turtle was in the process
of withdrawing. This would make the hailstorm angry
and hail was immediately forthcoming. Usually, this
would accelerate the withdrawal process by the
turtle. Likewise, the turtle could sometimes smell
hail in the air. If so, the turtle would not wait
for the thunder, but would withdraw
immediately.
Over time, this resulted in the hailstorm
hailing and the turtle turtling on a regular basis.
There were fewer days where the two could be
friendly and cooperative, and more days where they
found themselves in their stereotypical roles. This
angered and disappointed both. Each thought that
the other was at fault, and that the other should
change. The Turtle said, “If only the
hailstorm would hail less frequently, I would not
have to withdraw so much, and I could enjoy the
hailstorm’s company.” Similarly, the
hailstorm complained “If that turtle would
stop withdrawing at every raindrop, we’d both
be much happier.”
Just when it seemed that there was no solution
to this dilemma, a Wizard appeared. The Wizard was
very knowledgeable about the ways of the heart,
especially in regard to turtle-and-hailstorm
relationships. (It turned out that there are many
such relationships, and the Wizard had seen dozens
of them.) He explained that the two were in a
relationship to one another for a reason and
discovering that reason would unlock many blessings
and opportunities for the two.
“Thank God you’re here!” said the
turtle. “Perhaps you can tell the hailstorm to
stop hailing on me.”
“That’s not the problem!” said
the hailstorm. “The problem is that you keep
withdrawing and that hurts me.”
Each turned to the Wizard for a verdict. But he
smiled and remained silent fro a moment. After a
diplomatic pause, the Wizard spoke. “Each of
you thinks that if the other will change,
everything else will sort itself out. If the
hailstorm will stop hailing, Or if the turtle will
stop turtling, them the other will be happy. But
it’s not that easy – and yet it
is!”
Now they were both confused. “Well, what
good are you, then. I see only two options –
one or the other of us must change, and neither of
wants to. As a turtle, I don’t see why I
should become something else just because the
hailstorm says so. After all, it’s my hard
turtle shell that protects me from all that
hail.”
“Well, my hail is just as much a part of me
as your shell is of you. Why should I have to stop
being my full, uninhibited self?”
“The solution,” responded the Wizard,
“is not either/or. It is both/and. Turtle,
your hailstorm is in your life to help you grow out
of your limitations and withdrawing. And hailstorm,
your turtle is in your life to help you learn to
contain your hail from doing damage. Each of you is
as you are for a reason having to do with your
survival. But somehow, each of your survival
actions has gotten out of hand. Instead of making
you happy, they deprive you of the happiness to
which you are entitled.”
“Who goes first?” they asked.
“Both go first,” responded the Wizard.
Every day and in every way, Turtle has to begin
finding occasions to come out and stay out of its
shell. And Hailstorm must begin containing the
hail. As each progress, that on helps the other to
continue progressing. Turtle, by staying out of
your shell, tells Hailstorm that it doesn’t
require a barrage of hail to get Turtles attention.
And Hailstorms holding back the hail makes it safer
for Turtle to stay out of the shell for
increasingly longer period of time.”
“Now no one needs to do anything. You can
both go on as you have. Or you can both make the
necessary move toward growth, and each will benefit
from the mutual transformation that
occurs.”
“So now the secret is out. I have no magic.
I am not a wizard. You two have all the magic
needed at your disposal. You can choose to grow by
overcoming you instinctive actions, and instead
choosing to cooperate. In doing so, you each grow,
as does your relationship. So have it
all.”
“Not so fast,” said the turtle.
“You’re still saying that I must change
my instinctive reaction in order to make Hailstorm
happy and…”
“No!” said the Wizard, emphatically.
“You don’t change to make Hailstorm
happy. You change to make YOU happy. You become
more fulfilled by being able to experience the
world more fully. Hailstorm is simply here to help
you do that. And Hailstorm, Turtle is in your life
to tell you that not every situation calls for
hail. You thus can conserve your energy for when
it’s truly needed. It just so happens that, in
the symmetry of things, you will each become
happier both because you have changed and the other
has changed. But neither of you will be happy if
this mutual transformation does not
occur.”
“So where do we begin?” asked the
Hailstorm.
“By doing! There’s nothing to wait
for. Turtle, you begin sticking your neck out right
now, and at every opportunity, without waiting for
your partner make the first move. And Hailstorm,
you begin by deliberately choosing to curtain your
hail, without waiting for Turtle to extend all the
limbs. And both of you must resist the temptation
to blame the other. You got here
together.”
“Each of you – together – begins
by beginning. NOW! There is no further signal that
will be forthcoming. Just do it!”
Story from a metaphor by Harville Hendrix,
PH.D.
Why Do Gay Men Love Their
Divas?
I joke that if you are what I call "Gay
Orthodox," you can consider it a Gay High Holy Day
when a diva comes to town. If Gay Orthodox, you
must commit to closing your business or taking the
day off. Treat the day as a Sabbath or consider
yourself a sinner. Gay neighborhoods will be ghost
towns as we flock to stadiums-our places of
worship-for any Diana Ross, Cher, Barbra Streisand,
Bette Midler, Madonna, Janet Jackson, or Dolly
Parton concert. Today's younger gay men flock to
Britney Spears, Jennifer Lopez, Jessica Simpson,
Beyoncè, and Christina Aguilera.
I, of course, am Gay Orthodox and must follow
the Gay Bible, which is to close shop at sunset on
these days to pay respects to these beautiful gay
icons! We even saw Jack from Will & Grace
briefly die and go to heaven, where he found that
Cher was a goddess. "It all makes sense," Jack said
on meeting Goddess Cher. "Elijah and Chastity are
the names of your children, it's true you are!"
One can never forget, of course, dearly departed
divas such as the late, great Bette Davis, Joan
Crawford, and the original grande dame of
divas-Judy Garland. While not every gay boy or man
worships divas, a good many do. Why is that?There
are many theories. In The Rise and Fall of Gay
Culture, Daniel Harris suggests that "at the very
heart of gay diva worship is not the diva herself
but the almost universal homosexual experience of
ostracism and insecurity." Harris feels that we gay
men live vicariously through divas who snare the
handsome heterosexual men and that we like to
imagine ourselves in their place. He equates diva
worship to watching football and says that it's
actually just as unfeminine as football: "it is a
bone-crushing spectator sport in which one watches
the triumph of feminine wiles over masculine walls
of a voluptuous and presumably helpless damsel in
distress single-handedly moving down a lineup of
hulking quarterbacks who fall dead at her
feet."
Time magazine even addressed diva worship
in a review of Judy Garland's final concert on
August 18, 1967, at New York's Palace Theatre. The
article read, "A disproportionate part of her
nightly claque seems to be homosexual. The boys in
the tight trousers roll their eyes, tear at their
hair and practically levitate from their seats,
particularly when Judy sings ['Over the
Rainbow'] . . . Judy was beaten up by life,
embattled and ultimately had to become more
masculine. She has the power that homosexuals would
like to have, and they attempt to attain it by
idolizing her."
On closer examination, we can see there is
something decidedly masculine about these divas.
They have a hardened, sometimes aggressively
feminine side. In their performance mode, they are
almost as hyperfeminine as drag queens-Diana Ross's
big exaggerated hair, for example, and Cher's
heavily beaded gowns and overly glittering eye
shadow
Mommy Queerest
Another theory I hold strongly is that these
divas are our stand-in mothers. Jewish clients and
friends of mine have told me that Barbra Streisand
saved their lives! Without her movies and songs,
they couldn't have survived their childhoods. Many
of these men had self-absorbed mothers who were
unavailable emotionally, so what better surrogate
Jewish mother than Streisand? She is already
unavailable in many ways, so clients can worship
her and fulfill some needs that their mothers
cannot. These divas mommies will never let us
down-they are whoever we want them to be. They're
our mother shadows.
I am not putting down these divas! I adore and
love most of them. My home and office are filled
with dolls that celebrate these divas from Cher to
Lucille Ball. While growing up, my divas were Diana
Ross and Cher-which, if you believe my Mommy
Queerest theories, tells you a lot about me and my
maternal figures. Perhaps these divas' narcissism
is a way to celebrate the narcissistic mothers and
female caregivers in our lives.
In our early lives, our inability to attach and
identify with men may prompt us to try to escape
into the feminine realm to avoid the shame and fear
of being compared unfavorably with other males.
Although this is true of both gay and straight men,
straight men bring these.
Setting the Gay
Record—Straight! - American Psychiatry and
Homosexuality: An Oral History
By Jack Drescher, MD and Joseph P. Merlino,
MD
As we grow up gay or lesbian, one of our
greatest losses is not having any rich stories and
instructive tales passed down to us by those before
us. Usually our parents, grandparents, aunts,
uncles and other elders pass on family jokes,
fables, and stories about their own pasts—and
our own, when we were younger. They tell us things
like where nicknames came from, why they changed
their last names after arriving from the old
country, how their parents behaved in the old
days—family lore like that. But now bookstores
are offering an increasing number of titles
archiving past events and the recent evolution of
homosexuality. As a gay psychotherapist, I have
always been interested in the history of how my
profession handled—and mishandled
homosexuality. American Psychiatry and
Homosexuality: An Oral History provides one
excellent resource for gaining this knowledge. This
book contains numerous interviews of those who
pioneered the depathologizing of homosexuality and
helped remove it as a mental disorder from the
Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental
Disorders, which mental health professionals use to
diagnose the clients we treat.
Each time I sat down to read this book, I chose
to imagine that I was sitting at the feet of those
being interviewed, and that they were telling me
stories the way my grandmother and other family
elders did with me as I grew up—stories that
intrigued me, angered me, made me cry and made me
laugh out loud.
Without this kind of oral history, our pasts
would be lost, individually and collectively. This
book sets the gay record straight.
The front cover illustration is haunting,
bearing a photo of a man wearing a mask that
resembles something from the horror movie, The
Hills Have Eyes. Under the mask is Dr. John Fryer,
M.D., a psychiatrist who in 1972 spoke at a
psychiatry panel on homosexuality, appearing as
“Dr. H. Anonymous,” disguising his true
physical identity—and even his voice. In those
days, to come out as a gay psychiatrist meant a
ruined career.
Fryer came to this meeting to depathologize
homosexuality, telling about those gays and
lesbians who were not troubled and did not seek out
therapy. John Fryer took the first public step for
us all, clinicians and laymen alike.
I knew that homosexuality was removed from the
DSM in 1973, but was not aware that gay political
pressure played no role in the APA’s decision
to have it removed—as anti-gay therapists Drs.
Irving Bieber and Charles Socarides later claimed.
. In reality, the decision was “influenced by
the weight of scientific studies” and a vote
by the APA’s Board of Trustees, with two
abstentions.
I first learned about Bieber when I was in
college, writing a paper on why homosexuality was a
disorder and should be considered so. I was then in
my own early stages of coming out and, not wanting
to be gay, sought out literature to support my
denial and write that paper. I still have that
paper, to keep and archive my own personal
journey.
Just as s the pioneers transcribed in this book
have something to teach those of us coming
up—and out—behind them, so do we, the
younger generation, have something to teach them as
well. In an interview, Charles Silverstein, Ph.D.,
psychologist and well-known author of The Joy of
Gay Sex, speaks out against other gay therapists
who, he says, “condemn other gay people’s
sexual behavior” by diagnosing sexual
compulsivity. He says that gay therapists using
that diagnosis are doing the same to other gays as
heterosexual therapists did, which is to
“diagnose these people as suffering from some
illness because you’ve identified with
society’s rules.”
On this area of expertise, Silverstein could not
be further from the truth. As one who specializes
in treating sexual addiction and compulsivity, I
use this diagnosis very carefully with men and
women, both gay and straight, who suffer from
compulsive sexual acting out, without experiencing
pleasure. This is not based on my “moral
views” as Silverstein claims, but my
recognizing compulsive, dangerous and
life-threatening sexual behaviors resulting from
trauma in early childhood, not on being gay. But I
appreciate Silverstein’s concern and hard work
to restore homosexuality to its rightful place of
normalcy.
There are also details in this book that will
make you laugh, at how insane things were in the
1970s and before. For example, one interview
subject—Robert Jean Campbell III, M.D.,
well-known for Campbell’s Psychiatric
Dictionary— recalls how anti-gay analysts
Bieber and Socarides were at it again, trying to
keep homosexuality diagnosed as a disorder in the
DSM. Asserting that some homosexuals underwent an
“identity crisis,” they invented a
diagnosis called “sexual orientation
disturbance” until someone pointed out that
the acronym for “sexual orientation disorder
of male youths” is sodomy.
For me, one very enlightening interview was the
one with author and psychiatrist Dr. Richard Isay,
M.D. who helped openly gay men and women to be
accepted in Analytic Institutes to learn
psychoanalysis. Before that, you were rejected if
you were openly gay. Early in my career,
Isay’s books, Becoming Gay and Being
Homosexual inspired me in developing my work with
gay men, providing psychotherapy to and
facilitating retreats, workshops and groups for
gays. I enjoyed reading how his beliefs about
orthodox psychoanalysis changed, and how he let
himself grow and re-think the assumptions he had
learned and used for years—creating change not
only on the outside, but on the inside as well.
Isay lived what he preached.
All of the pioneers in this book paved the way
for me so that today I could be an openly gay
clinician, publishing books on being gay by both
gay and non-gay publishing houses. I feel honored
and proud to stand on their shoulders, knowing the
pain they went through to help us get to where we
are today—liberated!
How Tony Orlando and Dawn
Saved My Life
When I was in middle school, I fell in love
with a singing trio that protected me for the rest
of my school years. Nowadays, I have to wonder how
Tony Orlando and Dawn (hereafter, TOAD became such
a strong interest of mine and why I was so obsessed
with them ---and I do mean obsessed-- throughout my
young school years.
The 1970s were a time for iron-on decals pressed
onto your t-shirts. I went crazy and purchased
every TOAD decal and differently-colored shirt I
could find and even wore a different one to school
every day. My peers—and even some
teachers—made fun of me for wearing them. But
I wore them proudly. I would tape their audiotape
their shows on my tape recorder and listen to them
shows over and over at night until I fell asleep.
When their albums and records went on sale, I was
the first in line to buy them. I became a
card-carrying TOAD groupie.
Even back in the 1970s, their biggest fans were
adult women and the elderly. In fact, when the
group finally reunited in the 1980s after a long
break-up, their audiences’ average age was 65
and above. So why was I, a young gay male teenager,
so taken with them? They weren’t even gay
icons—except that by ironic coincidence, they
renamed the second season of their TV show
“The Tony Orlando and Dawn Rainbow Hour.”
The opening segment to the show featured various
rainbows as did the set.
You cannot get gayer than that! But I
digress.
After much reflection, I’ve come to realize
that at the tender age of 11, my very public,
outspoken interest in TOAD drew my peers’
harassment and ridicule off my homosexuality and
onto my love of TOAD.
I was laughed at, bullied, spat at, and beaten
by my peers,(both male and female—and even
some teachers—for being gay. I had effeminate
mannerisms and, played only with girls. I was very
much a gay little boy, and everyone knew
it—even me.
In order to survive their childhood, children
unconsciously make decisions on how to adapt to
those who care for them—or neglect and abuse
them. In my case, I now see, I made an unconscious
decision to become obsessed with TOAD—to draw
people’s fire toward that and not my
homosexuality.. Let them heckle and abuse me over
my love of TOAD, but bullying me over my
homosexuality was too painful and traumatizing, and
too close to my core.
Today I am a proud member of the TOAD fan club
and yahoo Web site. Alerts from Yahoo and Google
tell me everything that’s going on with them.
It’s so much fun watching these three group
members—Tony Orlando, Telma Hopkins and Joyce
Vincent—sing together, then and now.
They’re often criticized for their songs being
mostly bubble gum and pop, and that they’re a
group for the “older folks.” But say
anything you want about this pop group, it will
never change that for me, they were my saviors.
Recently they released a DVD of their 1970s TV
series and have re-released their albums on CD. Now
reunited, they and are coming out (no pun intended)
with a Christmas album. I am in TOAD heaven! I
cannot get enough, and if they decide to tour,
I’m taking the first flight to wherever they
perform their first concert together.
Who were your “shield heroes” from
childhood and what did they mean to you? What do
they mean to you still today? I would love to hear
from you through email to tell me your stories.
How the Grinch Stole
Marriage with apologies to Dr. Seuss Joe's Archived
Articles by Mary Ann Horton, Lisa and Bill
Koontz
Every Gay down in Gayville liked Gay Marriage a
lot......
But the Grinch, who lived just east of Gayville,
did NOT!!
The Grinch hated happy Gays! The whole Marriage
season!
Now, please don't ask why. No one quite knows
the reason.
It could be his head wasn't screwed on just
right.
It could be, perhaps, his Florsheims were too
tight.
But I think the most likely reason of all
was
His heart and brain were two sizes too
small.
"And they're buying their tuxes!" he snarled
with a sneer,
"Tomorrow's the first Gay Wedding! It's
practically here!"
Then he growled, with his Grinch fingers
nervously drumming,
"I MUST find some way to stop Gay Marriage from
coming!"
For, tomorrow, he knew... All the Gay girls and
boys
would wake bright and early. They'd rush for
their vows!
And then! Oh, the Joys! Oh, the Joys!
And THEN they'd do something he liked least of
all!
Every Gay down in Gayville the tall and the
small,
would stand close together, all happy and
blissing.
They'd stand hand-in-hand. And the Gays would
start kissing!
"I MUST stop Gay Marriage from coming! ...But
HOW?"
Then he got an idea! An awful idea!
THE GRINCH GOT A WONDERFUL, AWFUL IDEA!
"I know what to do!" The Grinch laughed in his
throat.
And he went to his closet, grabbed his sheet and
his hood.
And he chuckled, and clucked, with a great
Grinchy word!
"With this beard and this cross, I look just
like our Lord!"
"All I need is a Scripture..." The Grinch looked
around.
But, true Scripture is scarce, there was none to
be found.
Did that stop the old Grinch...? No! The Grinch
simply said,
"With no Scripture on Marriage, I'll fake one
instead!"
"It's one man and one woman," the Grinch falsely
said.
Then he broke in the courthouse. A rather tight
pinch.
But, if Georgie could do it, then so could the
Grinch.
The little Gay benefits hung in a row.
"These bennies," he grinned, "are the first
things to go!"
Then he slithered and slunk, with a smile most
uncanny,
around the whole room, and he took every
benny!
Health care for partners! Doctors for
kiddies!
Tax rights! Adoptions! Pensions and Wills!
And he stuffed them in bags. Then the Grinch,
with a chill,
Stuffed all the bags, one by one, in his
bill.
Then he slunk to the kitchen, and stole Wedding
Cake.
He cleaned out that icebox and made it look
straight.
He took the Gay-bar keys! He took the Gay
Flag.
Why, that Grinch even took their last Gay
birdseed bag!
"And NOW!" grinned the Grinch, "I will pocket
their Rings."
And the Grinch grabbed the Rings, and he started
to shove
when he heard a small sound like the coo of a
dove.
He turned around fast, and off flew his
hood.
Little Lisa-Bi Gay behind him sadly stood.
The Grinch had been caught by small Lisa-Bi.
She stared at the Grinch and said, "My, oh, my,
why?"
"Why are you taking our Wedding Rings? WHY?"
But, you know, that old Grinch was so smart and
so slick
He thought up a lie, and he thought it up
quick!
"Why, my sweet little tot," the fake Shepherd
sneered,
"The judges are evil, the other states
weird."
"I'll fix the rings there and I'll bring them
back here."
It was quarter past dawn... All the Gays, still
a-bed,
all the Gays still a-snooze when he packed up
and fled.
"Pooh-Pooh to the Gays!" he was grinch-ish-ly
humming.
"They're finding out now no Gay Marriage is
coming!"
"Their mouths will hang open a minute or two
then the Gays down in Gayville will all cry
Boo-Hoo!"
He stared down at Gayville! The Grinch popped
his eyes!
Then he shook! What he saw was a shocking
surprise!
Every Gay down in Gayville, the tall and the
small,
was kissing! Without any bennies at all!
He HADN'T stopped Marriage from coming! IT
CAME!
Somehow or other, it came just the same!
And the Grinch, with his grinch-feet ice-cold in
the snow,
stood puzzling and puzzling: "How could it be
so?"
"It came without lawyers, no papers to
sort!"
"It came without licenses, came without
courts!"
And he puzzled three hours, till his puzzler was
sore.
Then the Grinch thought of something he hadn't
before!
"Maybe Marriage," he thought, "doesn't come from
the court.
Maybe Marriage...perhaps... comes right from the
heart.
Maybe Marriage comes from all the words the Gays
say.
Words like Husband, like Wedding, and Spouse who
is Gay."
And what happened then...? Well...in Gayville
they say
that the Grinch's small brain grew three sizes
that day!
And the Gays had their Weddings. They promised
for life.
They swore to be faithful, to Wife and her
Wife.
The Husbands were happy, to each other they
vowed
To be Out and be Honest, be Gay and be
Proud.
They told all their neighbors and friends of
their Spouse,
They told of their Marriage and sharing their
house.
They said "We got Married." They shouted it
loud.
Their marital status was "Married and
Proud."
And the minute his heart didn't feel quite so
tight,
He whizzed with his load through the bright
morning light.
And he brought back the rings, cake and Gay
birdseed bags!
And he... ...HE HIMSELF... hung the Gay Rainbow
Flag!
The Lord looked down, at the proud and the
tall,
and said "These are my children, and I love them
all."
The moral of this story is that we don't need a
piece of paper and the approval of the state to get
married. We can just get married. Instead of having
a committment ceremony, we can have a wedding.
Instead of partners, we can have husbands and
wives. Instead of calling our relationship a
Domestic Partnership or a Civil Union, we can call
it a Marriage. Whether any government recognizes it
is separate from what we call it. It's a free
country and we can call ourselves what we like.
In 5 or 10 or 20 years, with plenty of visible
same-sex married couples, the world won't see us as
strange or scary, we're just the married couple
down the street that happens to be gay. Eventually,
the legal recognization of our marriages will
follow.
If we allow ourselves to voluntarily sit in the
back of the bus, we'll never make any progress.
Rosa Parks had to sit in the front of the bus to
make a difference. We must as well.
Copyright (c) 2004 by Mary Ann Horton.
Permission granted to copy in whole, with
attribution. This is a parody of "How the Grinch
Stole Christmas." Thanks to www.christiangays.com/humour/grinch.shtml
for this holiday story!
©2009, by Joe Kort
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