When marriage equality seemed a distant dream, some found a creative way to realize the legal benefits of family. Instead, some changed the legal status of their union to father and son or mother and daughter. In a way, commitments like these trumped even the presumed longevity of marriage because the bond between parent and child in America is legally irrevocable: The law cements them as parent and child for life. And that became a problem for some couples. It was very popular since it was the only method for couples to use that would give legal underpinning to gay relationships. But the selection of places to retire that recognized gay marriage was very limited; Pennsylvania was near family and friends, so we were happy to call it home.
The other day when I tweeted my distaste for the latest Kylie Minogue single a form of sacrilege in some circles one of my followers replied with one of my least favorite phrases: "We're going to revoke your gay card. There's no such thing as a gay monolith. There are as many ways to be gay as there are colors in the rainbow now who is being easy and glib? Dishing out gay cards is like telling people they aren't allowed to be gay because they haven't seen the requisite number of Glee episodes. Gay men and women don't share a place of origin, skin color, socio-economic class, religion, or anything else that would typify their experience. It's a mode of perception, an attitude, an ethos: in short, it is a practice.
It was just before my 18th birthday. I arrived at Inverleith Park in Edinburgh and saw this big, burly, bearded, tattooed guy. It turned out, he was the coach.
All those rainbows! Swapped lyrics featuring female pronouns. Lyrics that just seem really gay.