Classic Gay Sitcoms

November 23, 2009

You try maintaining a steamy love life, putting up with your husband’s insecurities, and spending wisely in the ladies’ department at Lazarus, all the while raising three lesbian children…


Gay Paris!

November 17, 2009

Finally, it’s happened. The people of France have begun a love affair with Breeder’s Digest. And we, in turn, have fallen back in love with France—as we remember it from our high school textbooks. Frankly, we’d forgotten how much we have in common with one another. Thanks, France, for reminding us once again that gays and the French share a mutual admiration for the finer things in life…

Midday drinking.
Decorative plant life that may/may not be fake.
Fur collars that may/may not be fake.
Impossibly uncomfortable wrought-iron chairs.
Plexiglass windows.
Giant pant legs, tiny shoes.
Things that spurt.
Street signs that get blurry after lunch.
Dogs who are just as snobby as we are.
Pink triangles.
Bald painters who feel entitled to paint just because they’re gay/French.
Men who take up too much space.
Unrealistic hair colors on women.
Waiters in mom jeans.
Leather bags with handles.
Faceless straight couples who read in silence.

Bonjour Paris, je m’appelle…


Breeder’s Digest: First Anniversary Edition!

November 11, 2009

As of today, our blog is officially one year old! To celebrate, we’re throwing the biggest, messiest, bloodiest GAY BASH ever! Unlike the gay bashings you’re used to taking part in, Dear Breeder, we’ll wake up from this one with all our teeth still in our heads, and without the need for a hate crime bill to protect us (eleven years after the fact)!

We hope you and the kids can’t make it, Dear Breeder, but if you can, you’ll get to meet some of our favorite personalities from blogs past!

Melissa Etheridge – We’ve definitely missed you, Missy. You got us into a LOT of trouble this year, which is why we’ll have to ask the members of your Fan Club to wait outside while you party with us, solo-acoustic-style! We really don’t want to have to offend anyone again, but between your erratic fashion choices and the catty lesbians who doggedly support your career, we can’t have our guests getting kicked off your message board all night, for flagrantly violating the terms of use! We never imagined your fan base would be so sensitive to our devil-may-care stereotyping of lesbian pop icons! Also, can you come over early and fix this wobbly table leg?

Bea Arthur – Don’t you hate giving out directions to your house, Bea? Especially since you’ve recently moved (to Heaven). How would you feel if we propped you up against a tree in the front yard, and tied a few streamers to your head? That way everyone will know which house is ours, and you’ll have the chance to reprise your career-defining role as a cold, stiff, shriveled-up harpy. Feminism may not be dead, but you sure are!

Stevie Nicks – We hate to make our guests work during a party, but how could we possibly plan a game of “Pin the Tail on the Donkey” without your help? Your shawls and petticoats and various layers of fabric will make the perfect blindfolds, and your compulsive spinning will leave every player weaving dizzily toward the giant poster of professional donkey face, Christine McVie! We’ll bring the candles, Stevie, if you bring the blow!

Photo courtesy of Glamour Shots
“I’m so high, I’m seeing spots!”

girlfriend is a homo – Sisters, please! You know you fellow bloggers are the guests of honor at our imaginary party. We don’t even care how drunk you get or how many of our exquisite gay items you accidentally break as the evening gets progressively messier, and the police are inevitably summoned. Just remember, “I was blogging about Jenny Shimizu” always makes for an airtight alibi!

Martina Navratilova – Martina, things may get a little out of hand at this party, and you’re the only person we know who has a first aid kit in her pocket knife. Would you mind keeping an eye on things tonight? For old times’ sake?

Lady Gaga – Let’s stop playing these LoveGames, Gaga. Our mutual apathy toward each other only belies the fact that we kind of adore you and you basically have no idea who we are. But that’s cool. Since you’ll probably arrive dressed as a circus clown anyway, would you mind blowing up a few balloons? Or better yet, just wearing some?

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Bubbles McGaga is also available for weddings and Bar Mitzvahs.

Mr. Peanut – Seeing as how you already spend most of your free time cruising men’s rooms and rest stops, Mr. Peanut, we think you’ll make the perfect bathroom attendant at our party. You’re well-dressed, gentlemanly, and nearsighted to a fault. Still, we know you can at least make out blurry shapes and some colors through that monocle. NOW, QUIT CHECKING OUT MY JUNK!

Nancy Drew – We really hope you’ll unwind tonight and relax with us under the palm fronds, ice sculptures, and barred exits that make our parties inescapably unique. There’s no reason at all for you to follow your nose (and Stevie Nicks) into the men’s bathroom, to investigate what that white powder is. You’re off duty tonight, Nance! Instead, why don’t you put your mind to getting to the bottom of…that bottle of Wild Turkey? We swear, it’s haunted!

Elizabeth Taylor – We’ll put anything you want on the rocks for you, Ms. Taylor! Including all eight of your marriages! But would you mind doing us a favor, Lucky Liz? Would you be a doll and garnish everyone’s cocktails with these DIAMOND GOLD swizzle sticks and CANTALOUPE balls? You’ll be parked by the bar all night anyway!

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“The bottle said Bacardi Limon, but I didn’t expect it to be THIS blond!”

Finally, we extend a VIP invitation to all the “adolescent girls who shave their pussies and have sex with horses” out there. According to our blog stats, you’re the search term that brings us the most traffic on a daily basis, even though we’ve never actually written about you. Inexplicably, those search terms link to our post on Linda Ronstadt. Guess we know what that says about her fan base!

Thanks for reading!
Emma John


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