Archive for May, 2009

Bisexual Extinction for Everyone

May 31, 2009

Although Breeder’s Digest is fast on its way to becoming a cherished historical institution, we never miss a chance to brush up on the Gay Past. Just this week, we were invited to give a lecture, “Cruisin’ and Bruisin’: Public Domestic Violence in Public,” at the Museum of Naturally Gay History. Imagine our surprise when we stumbled into an informative and amusing dioramic exhibit entitled “LOST! Bisexuality in Focus.”

Why are bisexuals always getting plastered?
Recently, a bisexual was unearthed in Japan.

In celebration of the inevitable extinction of bisexuality, I’d like to share what I learned while staring in awe at those hauntingly lifelike creatures. You’ll meet some of the founding fathers and mothers of Gay Liberation, Dear Breeder, and believe me, as usual, those bisexuals have A LOT to say about themselves!

FRIDA KAHLO (Saber-Toothed Vagina)
Frida’s Kahlo has been the face of bisexuality, lesbianism, and breathtaking trauma since her painterly heyday in the early 20th Century. Her lifelong affair with muralist Diego Rivera turned out to be the perfect foundation for a string of sensually-inspiring lesbian love affairs. TGIF: Thank God It’s Frida!

Self-portrait with pet dinosaurs.
“Do you think you can handle dating a bisexual?”

DAVID BOWIE (Trannysaurus Sex)
Bowie’s strikingly good dinosaur looks helped get him started in a business that all but requires hard work, artistic dedication, lots of sharp teeth and short, pincer-like arms. His androgynous flamboyance helped bring gays into the Bronzer Age, while conflicting accounts in the press regarding his orientation made us realize just how confusing bisexuality is—even to bisexuals themselves! Hey Dave, let’s get Ziggy with it!

The man behind Iman.
His pincer-like arms always made for an empty sleeve.

ANGELINA JOLIE (Triestogettoppedalot)
As the last living bisexual, Angelina Jolie is a genuine relic from the past (namely, Jenny Shimizu’s). Jolie eventually dumped bisexuality for her new favorite opposite-hobby, public babymaking. We think that’s the Pitts!

All the babies in the world won’t make you straight, Jolie. Come back to the dark side!
It’s plain as day, Jolie was once a womb raider!

Doesn’t the world look slightly different, Dear Breeder, once you realize that 160 million years ago bisexuals roamed the earth? Sadly, we may never know what lead to their sudden extinction. Perhaps it was a meteor that fell from the sky, wiping them off the face of the mall. Was it the same case of alcohol poisoning that led your wife to make out with her sorority sister, even though she denied it two months later? Or maybe—just maybe—it was the new species of sexual deviant known as Queerus Interruptus that aggressively rose to dominance by devouring the natural resources which formerly belonged to bisexuals (bachelorette parties, Zimas, and women’s jeans).

What will come next, Dear Breeder, in life’s great evolutionary tapestry? Based on the law of survival of the fittest, I’ve determined that it will have one all-seeing eyebrow, a knack for choosing the wrong nail polish, and one hell of an adoption attorney!

Sounds like a straight girl to me!

Emma

It Could Happen to You!

May 14, 2009

A cute guy at the bar offers to buy you a drink; you accept, fearing it may be the last time this ever occurs.

You’re a lesbian at a paper store (imagine). Which has more “organic” appeal: card stock with a burnt umbre leaf press, or hand-pressed pumpkin inlay?

To relax, you have a glass of wine before bed. As you’re brushing your teeth, you decide to finish the bottle.

Self-portrait, 2009
“I can’t believe I left all those Facebook comments at 4am!”

You are a gay male houseguest at your closest lesbian friend’s home. During indulgent bathroom time in her recently remodeled latrine, you pick up some electric clippers lying nearby and trim your beard. Halfway through, you realize she has long hair and her pubic clippers are on your face.

Who’s that in your local gay rag? Why, it’s you wearing something fabulous, and you make your friend look really cross-eyed. Way to go, you!

The line to sell back textbooks at the community college’s bookstore is taking forever. You realize you’re in your thirties.

The workshop you’ve been building for months in the backyard has been demolished by recent storms. Your partner, Pam, is at her wits’ end.

Those gals sure can take a load!
Lisa and Pam thought it best to make their worksite a safe space.

You’re surprised to run into an ex at your favorite yoga class. Will you encourage a group process, or sleep with her for revenge?

The dentist you’ve recently started seeing suggests that your gums may be receding. You hurry home to take a nap.

People you know and love are annoying, so you bum cigarettes from them until you think you’re even.

Emma John

This Blog Has Been Edited for Gay Content

May 12, 2009

It’s a regular occurrence in Hollywood, Dear Breeder, that a movie is edited for homosexual content before being released to the general public. Going to the movies is an expensive experience designed specifically for straight people and, frankly, we gays have no business interrupting your Friday early evenings and Sunday afternoons. However, this form of anti-gay censorship has driven more than one effete film director to despondency, alcoholism, and suicide, out of sheer despair over the destruction of his or her creative vision.

In honor of those gay classics which never saw the light of day, we hereby present you with this list of gay classics which never saw the light of day.

Sappho Rides the Wind – With her no-nonsense persona, penchant for coaxing children into hallucinogenic states, and strict regimen of “sweeping out the chimney,” this film’s heroine was intended to be the prototypical Southwestern lesbian nanny. Once sanitized by the removal of its triple-x “Teaspoon Scene,” the film lost its erotic charge of decadent, liberated sensuality, and was eventually released under the ho-hum title of Mary Poppins.

Set It Off – Turns out, this extremely lesbionic movie actually had lesbian content once! Deleted scenes include Cleo’s (Queen Latifah) girlfriend (silent woman with bleached afro) talking endlessly about getting her nails did, telling Cleo her femininity needs to be validated within the safety of a butch-femme relationship, and demanding in a matter-of-fact femme voice on the eve of excellently sound-tracked bank robberies, “Baby, let’s just stay in tonight, I’m tired.” Plus in this version, Cleo finally gets with Vivica A. Fox before killin’ 40s, shitty white music, and, well, herself. Original cut please!

Jada Pinkett says, "Will, your vest does not fit me the way you said it would!"
“We’re not gay, we’re just chillin’.”

Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star – A young blond buck was cast to play an adorable—and vulnerable—loner in this erotic tale of a menage a trois between an unassuming twink and two down-on-their-luck bears. With true-to-life special effects including, slippery ice (hilarious), model trains carrying oversized passengers (LOL), and hot iron phallic objects (sooo original), this uplifting tale of seasonal stalking turns sexy when the bears land on their backs (thanks, marbles!) at the feet of an empowered twink in name-brand underwear. The film’s later incarnation as Home Alone earned Macauley Culkin a lifetime of twinky roles, and a heteronormative lifestyle!

No Bear is an Island – The film that started out as a shocking portrayal of the long-reaching effects of “down-low” culture was ultimately rendered by Hollywood a nonsensical slush pile of overplayed melodrama, misguided slapstick, and poorly designed wigs. No Bear is an Island originally told the story of the emotional repercussions on a cheating husband’s family, when his most recent leather bear daddy trick tries to move in with them. Ultimately, all sexual overtones were removed from the film, which proved a box-office disaster when released as Harry and the Hendersons.

Eventually, Aniston grew to accept her appearance and went on to star in a series of successful Purina commercials.
“Uncle Harry,” as he became known to the children, was allowed to visit on weekends and holidays.

The Neverending Story – Some filmmakers quickly learn to navigate Hollywood’s complicated system of censorship, telling their stories as openly and honestly as possible through the use of coded symbolism and boundary-skirting innuendo. The Neverending Story stands as one of the few examples of a film which boldly avoided the cutting room floor, while still managing to realistically render the journey every gay man goes through on his way to self-acceptance. From trolling around used bookstores for literary trade to riding on the back of that white dragon called cocaine, no gay male has faced his demons fully until he has shrieked through an open window the name of his inner, childlike empress.

We’ve had it up to here, Dear Breeder, with films which all too often compromise the truth of our people. With Vincent Minnelli as our witness, we hereby vow to match every Sandra Bullock flop with another, even more exquisite flop, this time starring Meryl Streep.

Let the second Golden Age of Cinema commence!

Emma John

Ooh, Sparkleshine Castle is a Place on Earth

May 6, 2009

The last time I was in the emergency room, Dear Breeder, following an unfortunate brunch-related injury, I was pronounced clinically dead for four minutes. Needless to say, I am a deeply changed person. And I have returned to tell the tale. As I was immediately sucked up into a great white light, the words that evangelical street protester shouted at me over brunch reverberated in my ears: “Gays don’t go to Heaven.” I quickly found out, Dear Breeder, he was right! When gays die, we go to a much more fabulous and exciting place than boring old regular Heaven.

We go…to Sparkleshine Castle!

Some parts of Sparkleshine Castle may pose a choking risk to children under 3.
Sparkleshine Castle shown to scale.

When a gay soul enters Sparkleshine Castle, it’s immediately greeted by all the friends, lovers, and bitchy acquaintances he or she has had throughout life. And then someone says, “Tell us all about it.” And suddenly, you’ve got the whole bar’s attention. And you tell your whole life story, from start to finish, remembering all your best one-liners, word for word, and everything you’d ever wished you’d said at the moment. You feel like you’re in Seventh Sparkleshine Castle, and the underworld is your oyster!

Everyone in Sparkleshine Castle is dressed to the nines, and so are you! In Sparkleshine Castle, we can change our outfits and hairstyles at will, transforming ourselves from stone butch to gym bunny to high femme to emo twink in the blink of an eye, with the power of thought alone. This being the gay community, of course, we immediately see through one another’s disguises, call each other out on it, and then have a good laugh over the drink of our choice.

That’s right, whatever you want, put it on the Castle’s tab! Everyone’s having a marvelous time, doing exactly as they please, without fear of moral, social, or physical repercussion. Look, the gays are shaving their chests and making out! Look, the lesbians are moving into funky neighborhoods and remodeling! And there’s even a moat, to keep out those pesky bisexuals! (Back to Gobblegreed Garden, you!) Hey everybody, Bea Arthur and Dom DeLuise are doing scenes from Pretty Woman over by the shrimp!

The memory of Bea Arthur lives on in Richard Gere’s face.
“You keep the Carol Channing wig, I’ll keep the Hello, Dolly gown!”

At this point, as doctors were pounding my chest in an attempt to resuscitate me, I was shown to a unicorn by a Madonna impersonator who looked so much like Madonna it turned out to be Madonna. I was told that the next words from my lips would be the name of the unicorn, for all eternity. So entranced by the splendor of this place was I, that the first words, naturally, from my mouth were, “Sparkleshine Castle…”

Sparkleshine Castle…

Sparkleshine Castle…?

I awoke abruptly on the floor of my malfurnished apartment. Had I really dreamed the whole thing? The unicorn? Sparkleshine Castle? My surgery? Brunch? I guess we’ll never know, until such time as I march on up to glory, content in the knowledge that the mother-of-pearly gates of Sparkleshine Castle await me.

See you soon, Belinda Carlisle!

John


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