No Lesbo

November 6, 2009

Because it is among the most significant, and most obvious, bastions of male homoeroticism in the United States, hip hop culture (like the U.S. Military and Fred Phelp’s Facebook page) is primarily composed of a delicate mixture of gay hate and woman hate. And now, the internet loves discussing hip hop’s “latest invention” which displays the genre’s constant attention to, and disavowal of, homosexuality. As you might expect given the media attention, the phrase “No Homo” is captivating to straights and gays alike, in its quiet revision of “Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell” into something more like, “You didn’t ask but let me tell you anyway in case you were obsessing about it like I am: I’m not gay.”

Ever since hip hop became commercially viable (i.e. was white-washed into a constant drivel of black stereotypes and phallic symbolism that everyone can enjoy!), homoeroticism has been the scaffolding that props up the aggressive, ego-centric, party-hard, shoot-first-ask-questions-later masculinity that the record execs love to promote. They love artists and videos that say: “Women are nameless sex objects, gays don’t exist, good thing we homies can all hang out together. All the time. Alone. Do you want to have sex with that girl with me?”

Whatever happened to “Black Power”?
“Ain’t no fun unless we all get some.”

Although it’s clear that “No Homo” is just a practical assertion of heterosexuality in this crazy world of mixed-up identities, Dear Breeder, I think it’s time we consider how to properly implement the phrase “NO LESBO” into our daily vocabulary, even if those words will obviously not be useful to the hip hop community (where guys get really turned on together as a group wholly focused on itself at the thought of girl-on-girl action). Here are some everyday situations where I think the phrase would be relevant:

“It seems like the underpinnings of patriarchal oppression are rooted in base-level male insecurities.” NO LESBO!

“I can’t find the muffin tin, and these cupcakes are due for delivery in three hours.” NO LESBO!

“What was the name of the weapon Xena used to kill Darphus?” NO LESBO!

“I think I might be having a miscarriage right now.” NO LESBO!

“Industrial-sized Tidy Cats were buy one, get one free at Target. And I found this cool crew neck sweater for $12.99!” NO LESBO!

“I really wish she had a more positive body image.” NO LESBO!

“Yeah, it’s sort of weird she tried to pass that off as gluten-free.” NO LESBO!

“Baby, can you run to the store to buy more Liquid Nails? I’m overwhelmed right now with re-gripping my tennis racket.” NO LESBO!

“Do you have time to talk?” NO LESBO!

“That seems like a risky song to listen to while you’re on your period. You really need to be emotionally present right now.” NO LESBO!

“I am plotting the overthrow of your racist and simple-minded gender regime.” NO LESBO!

Love from your affirmative lesbian yes-man,

Emma


Seek n’ Hunt!

October 29, 2009

Can you spot the 19,362 differences between these three pictures?

Gay man, Japan, a vaginal canal: Panama hats!

Hint: She’s on the right!

John


Leave it to Breeders

October 22, 2009

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Nothing goes with heather gray cotton and denim quite like an outdoor walk with dogs! Talk about a walking cliché… This metrosexual family really knows how to stroll! Looks like they got their J.Crew delivery in the mail and decided to make use of it the only way anybody knows how: pair it with a black shoe, take it out to the woods, and enjoy how casual life can be. But the looks on the kids’ faces show that they’ve had it with Mom and Dad’s catalog lifestyle. They’re looking forward to an adolescence filled to the brim with rebellion, quitting things, and possible homosexuality. Cerberus, the family’s two-sometimes-three-headed dog, will be a trusty companion during those years of lackluster efforts and pointed avoidance of overpriced wash n’ wear.

Emma

Children have an inherent ability to sense danger from miles away. Scientists theorize it’s because they’re so much closer to the ground. I theorize it’s because they haven’t yet learned to deaden their feelings, to bury their emotions deep inside and then smother them with chicken casserole. Bob shouldn’t have had that second helping at dinner. And Marcia shouldn’t have served it up so readily. The children were fussy. They wouldn’t finish their meals, and all but refused to leave the house for the family’s customary after-dinner walkabout. “But kids,” Marcia had pleaded, “You love looking at the changing leaves. It’s—educational.” That was when disaster struck, hurtling toward them like a bolt from the blue. Another innocent family had fallen prey to…suburban wolf attack! The neighbors might have been able to hear their screams, if only everything in this picture wasn’t so muted.

John


Excuses, Excuses

October 20, 2009

We’re all familiar with the tried and true line straight people use to get out of having sex with one another: “Not tonight, honey. I have a headache.” And sure, Dear Breeder, it may have gotten you out of the occasional tight spot, literally or figuratively as the case may be. But what you probably don’t realize is that, due to the dangerously high levels of endorphins coursing through our veins and our ability to release stored-up tension with a single, well-timed bon mot, gay men and lesbians never, ever get headaches. Instead, we’re forced to come up with increasingly outlandish excuses to avoid obligatory sex with our respective loved (or despised) ones. Let’s take a little stroll through the Breeder’s Digest Gay Excuse Hall of Fame, shall we?

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“Shh! You’ll make the soufflé fall!”

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“How dare you spend so much time making small talk with the mail carrier!”

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“I just don’t respect you anymore.”

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“You know how important it is to me that the butternut squash is planted in time for the harvest celebration.”

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“The dog or cat just spilled or ate all our sex lube or condoms!”

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“I can feel your mother staring at me.”

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“Why does everything have to be a competition with you? For god’s sake, this isn’t Wimbledon, Martina!”

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“The lifestyle to which you’ve accustomed me has caused me to become spoiled and sullen.”

Next time you need an excuse to get out of giving or receiving that H, B, or R job, Dear Breeder, feel free to think outside the box! In no time, we guarantee you’ll be off doing something you really enjoy—like cheating on your spouse!

John


Lost and Found at the National Equality March

October 16, 2009

We don’t know about you, but over here at Breeder’s Digest we’re still pulling ourselves together after last weekend’s National Equality March in D.C.! We never knew that living history could be so much like just living our lives! The numbers are still coming in, but it appears that anywhere from 17 to 250,000 gay people just like us descended on our nation’s capitol. In order to get a better sense of all that we gained from this public demonstration of gay solidarity, we must first take stock of all that was left behind.

If any of the following items belong to you, please let us know…

- One oven mitt, a baker’s dozen of vegan honey butter croissants

- One tear-stained copy of Khalil Gibran’s “Sand and Foam”

- One unfinished sign reading “Gays Will Not Rest Until”

- Kim Cattrall

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“Who’s here for Cindy’s alternative lifestyle affirmation ceremony?!”

- Nineteen handfuls of glitter

- Nineteen copies of Mariah Carey’s Glitter on Blu-Ray

- 165 iPhones, 11 complete sets of Crate & Barrel mixing bowls, and 47 pairs of 2(x)ist underwear

- One copy of Socialist Protest Chants inscribed “This book belongs to Josh!”

- Handwritten notes for Lady Gaga’s groundbreaking (and ear-shattering) speech

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Blue means scream, green means grass.

- The shadow of Cleve Jones, predicting 6 more weeks of gay winter

- Something about Maine

- Abandoned HOPE and loose CHANGE

- Joe Solmonese’s toupette

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He might not be able to drive a movement, but he sure can drive a clutch!

Incidentally, there are still loads of baby dykes lounging on the lawn of the Capitol Building, waiting to find (or in some cases, lose) their nascent identities. And can someone please come claim Lady Gaga? She’s still talking…

Emma John


Liveblogging Obama’s Speech at the HRC Dinner: Three Days Later

October 12, 2009

Now we know that the only thing of substance President Obama had to say to the chic gays who could afford to attend one American dinner party was that he “urges” Congress to repeal Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell. Otherwise, the historical buzzwords and hypothetical scenarios of gay equality left us with a bad taste in our mouths. And not the usual one. And not just because our press passes fell through. In case you missed the President’s speech, here’s our official play-by-play of what went down before the uppity crowd.

8:11: Obama thanks everyone alive, including the Ambassador to Samoa and the Girl Scouts of America who invented the Samoa. He also gives a tip of the hat to Tipper Gore. Is it a Betsey Johnson original?

8:12: Obama breaks the ice with a Lady Gaga joke, which reminds the crowd of why they paid $250 to be there. To remind them why they really should be there, Obama makes the first of several generic Stonewall references.

8:13: Obama finally says the word “transgender.” This is met with blank looks from well-to-do gay men wearing corsages in the audience.

8:13:30: Obama finally acknowledges LGBT PTA members, a voiceless minority of family makers with a lot of clout.

8:14: Is Obama wearing a Betsey Johnson hat? Or are we dreaming?

8:15: Obama acknowledges HIV without actually saying the words “HIV,” “AIDS,” or “(RED)”.

8:16: Obama announces that he is there with us in the fight (except that he has an all-access pass, and we don’t). He’s also there with lesbians in sports bars and bras across the country.

8:16:30: Obama opens up about his lack of progress, and about the value of clichés involving friendship.

8:16:45: BEING GAY IS LIKE BEING BLACK. His words, not ours.

8:17: His tie subtly reinforces that he is attending a black tie affair.

8:17:30: Obama blames the economy mostly on gays, partly on Iraq and Afghanistan.

8:18: Obama once again alludes to the benefits of having gay neighbors. We help you rake your yard!

8:18:30: Obama’s commitment is unwavering. His lips, however, are wavering.

8:19: Gay men in the audience keep standing up, wondering aloud, “Who do I have to blow to get a drink in this place?”

8:19:30: More fluffy pandering, met with great fanfare.

8:20: “A union in which gay Americans are an important part.” – President Obama

8:20:02: “Huh?” – Us

8:21: Matthew Shepard’s name is exploited, as Obama promises to pass a bill which should have been passed 11 years ago. Obama says that Shepard’s parents “never gave up.” Then, Obama tries to say that activists “never gave up” but accidentally says “gayed up” and it is hilarious, people!

8:22: Obama scandalously suggests that no one should have to fear walking down the street holding the hand of the person they love. He’s finally taking a stand!

8:24: Ever since the Obamas got that diva dog, he’s become even better at throwing bones!

8:26: Are we hearing a recycled campaign speech or is Obama wearing a Betsey Johnson hat or are we still dreaming?

8:27: Obama proclaims “issues of gays raise great emotion in this country” while appearing emotionless. This wordsmith sure knows how to circumvent ugly words like “homophobia” and “gay panic”!

8:28: Okay, we still need to remember that the President had to have someone write a speech addressing a bunch of rich gay queens. HILARIOUS!

8:29: President Obama repeats the first half of speech, hopes the gays won’t notice. They don’t.

8:29:30: Obama gets confused and starts saying things he says to straight people about insurance.

8:29:45: Obama boldly tries to unite his Christian right, homosexual left, and ambidextrous Asian-American constituents by inviting one and all to this year’s White House Easter Egg Roll.

8:30: Obama makes a graceful transition from Christian lawn games to our country’s cherished collective memories of the Stonewall Rebellion.

8:31: In true politico form, Obama embarks on a Touching Personal Story (or TPS) centered around a woman named Jean. This is clearly a story about how bad homophobia can happen to good people, but all we want to know is: Are you dishing us the untold story of JEAN SMART??

8:32: You fooled us again, Obama! Turns out, Jean was one of the co-founders of PFLAG in 1973. Obama knows that gays love acronyms (LGBTQ, HRC, STFU) and that the mere mention of PFLAG never fails to bring misty tears to the faces of gays who have all suffered some form of familial homophobia. God, we love clapping at our own courage!

8:33: Obama starts wrapping things up by describing a hypothetical, imaginary scenario in which a young man in an unnamed country (Yugoslavia? Belarus?) is kept awake at night, tormented either by restless leg syndrome or by the lack of basic human rights his backwards, hopelessly out-of-touch native land (Bosnia? Egypt?) is willing to afford him as a homosexual.

8:33: Ripping a page from the Whitney Houston playbook, Obama passionately asserts that children will lead the way into the future, but fails to address the immediate needs of actual adults for whom a lack of civil rights is more than just an opportunity to make small talk with Lady Gaga while eating poached salmon and wearing an Armani tux.

8:35: Last, Obama charms us with a quick sign-off. Another triumph for political pandering, overt emotional manipulation, and the idea that change is something to be continually hoped for.

Emma John


The End of Tyranny

October 10, 2009

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And sometimes Y? Not on my watch!

John


Fantastical Protest Getaway

October 10, 2009

I can’t believe I’m actually here at the National Gay Equality March! I feel like Cinderella at the ball, but only in this version, Cinderella is actually the Prince. And this Prince wears denim, pirate pants, and flashy discount sneakers! I drove to D.C. with three of my best friends, and we’re staying in a hotel that’s simply magical! In fact, I think that’s what it’s called–just look at the picture below. Also, we were even given a royal name when we checked into the hotel: “Press”. It’s written on our badges and embroidered into our fluffy pillows! I think it’s French!

Oh my, everything is just wonderful!

Big Gay Castle!

Wait until I find out it’s all just a beautiful façade!

Usually when I go to protests–and believe me, I’ve been to a lot of marches and squat-ins and spinning classes because I consider it a part of my lesbian heritage–I tend to find myself surrounded by at least eight unshowered lesbians in a van with no seats. But not this time!

I keep looking out the window (or maybe it’s a mirror?), asking myself, “What did I do to deserve this fairy tale protest march experience?”

And you know what? All I had to do was be gay. It was that easy.

Enjoy your stay!

Emma


(I’m Staying in Room 628)

October 10, 2009

Dear Lieutenant Dan Choi,

I saw you last night, staring at me from across the crowded bar in the Madison Hotel, where we’re both staying while in D.C. Did you think I wouldn’t notice you casting sidelong glances in my direction?

"Can I buy you a drink?"

And the occasional sidelong grimace…

This has got to stop, Dan. You’ve been emailing me for months now, urging me to join your cause, to support you in your time of need, to link metaphorical arms (and actual ones, I hope) in the struggle for gay equality. But give it to me straight. Unlike all those military people I think I’ve seen in movies about the military, I can handle the truth. I know you’ve been emailing other people. What’s up with that? I thought this was real. I thought there was something between us.

Could it be that I’m just another name on a listserve to you? That you’re a major gay icon, whose impressively-decorated military career suffered as a direct result of “Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell,” and I’m merely a low-level blogger who happens to be staying in the hotel headquarters of the National Equality March?

Call me sometime?

John


Nation In Crisis: Breeder’s Digest Goes to Washington

October 9, 2009

Someone call 911! Our civil rights slipped in the shower! And we’re not taking it anymore!

After decades of gay oppression, we at Breeder’s Digest have decided to take matters into our own hands, and fix all our nation’s problems in one weekend. That’s why we’re on an emergency roadtrip to Washington D.C. to attend the National Equality March.

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Look how many of us there may or may not be!

Top 10 Things We Want to Do While in D.C.

1. Shop for high-end fashions in low-end chain stores at the National Mall.

2. Pay homage to our first gay President by visiting the Lincoln Memorial.

3. Go down on the Washington Monument.

4. Take a trip to the Smithsonian Institution, and search Amelia Earheart’s plane for signs of lesbianism. You can’t hide forever, Earheart!

5. Buy an Obama-scented candle from a street vendor and/or street person.

6. Avoid those District of Colombian drug cartels we’ve heard so much about in the news.

7. Whale-watching off Puget Sound.

8. Get cruised by a Senator while admiring his wingtips and wide stance.

9. Read Maya Angelou aloud to each other as we lounge beneath the full bosom of a cherry blossom tree.

10. Stand up and be counted as proud American citizens who happen to drive German cars, admire clean Scandinavian design, make love like ancient Greeks, and harbor Socialist ideals bordering on outright Communism.

Are gays too easily distracted to liveblog a major national event? Can our nation’s capitol handle our delicate constitutions? Can our delicate constitutions handle our nation’s capitol?

Stay tuned to see what happens in the next installment of Nation In Crisis: Breeder’s Digest Goes To Washington. Or, follow us in even real-er time at @HomoSentences and VelvetPark.

Emma John