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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

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

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.

Stock LGBT March

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

Total Lesbian Recall

October 3, 2009

Gee whiz, it’s hard out there for a straight. How can you possibly be innovative, when gays have already thought of everything? I mean, we give and give, and you just sit there twiddling your wife’s thumbs. To date, the only things you’ve managed to contribute to lesbian culture are khaki Dockers and Point Break. As usual, Dear Breeder, your best just isn’t good enough. We’ve taken a vote, and we want our stuff back now!

That’s why we’re officially instituting a TOTAL LESBIAN RECALL of all the things you’ve stolen from us over the years.

SERIAL MONOGAMY

You’ve really made a mess of this whole marriage thing, haven’t you? Haven’t you?! After all your self-righteous moralizing, it turns out you’re not even all that devoted to the institution you continue to clench in your cold, dead fists. Unlike you, however, our fists are alive and fisting! That’s because we prefer girlfriends to come in multiples, just like our orgasms. Our relationships are monogamous (like yours are supposed to be) because we don’t take part in your once-in-a-lifetime woman-trading ceremonies. By involving ourselves instead in a series of committed relationships, we know we’ve always got a replacement wife waiting in the wings. That’s right, we’ll be in charge of the woman-trading around here!

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Dear Breeder: 1990 called, and a bunch of angry, militant, yet deeply-fulfilled lesbians want our serial monogamy back. Make up something on your own for once!

SHAVED HEADS

A shaved head never goes out of style if you’re one of the following: an aging NBA star looking to showcase elaborate, meaningless tattoos; a stepdad with something to prove; or, a man whose receding hairline can no longer be considered “intellectual.” Like most things, though, the shaved head started with lesbians. You see, shaved heads make for the clearest indication that a woman is gay, and therefore uninterested in male attention. It can be momentarily empowering to shave your head in this tried-and-true lesbian rite of passage (right, Natalie Portman?), but the real display of audacity comes when you look your withered grandparent in the eye and defiantly say, “The all-women’s college you broke your back to send me to isn’t what made me gay. I can’t help who I love!” Good thing every detail of your facial expression and scalp is unobstructed so Nana and Granddad can see that you didn’t just shave your head in a desperate effort to prove something to yourself. Something that you still haven’t quite figured out…

Moby, you're a dick.
Dear Breeder: The suburbs called, and they say you’re shearing everything a little too obsessively—even the shrubs, who don’t give a flying fuck about your fading masculinity.

GOING GREEN, OR (RED)

This new hobby you’ve picked up of “considering” soy products and “recycling” your trashy straight trash is really over the top. Lesbians have been “deeply troubled” by Birkenstock—I mean, carbon—footprints since way before you were born. We cook our food and light our lights by the inexhaustible energy of lesbian drama, and then go to advanced spin cycle classes to relax. Next time you want to “go green,” Dear Breeder, why don’t you just go home and turn off eleven of your twelve TVs? And while you’re thinking about what a success you’ve become—what with all of your flat screens—why not stop and consider the thousands of lesbians who are making them, in sweatshops and sweat lodges across the globe?

Incidentally, Dear Breeder, this entire (RED) thing has got to go. It’s making me bo(RED). Lesbians have taken care of people with HIV forever, and even though their efforts have largely gone unnoticed, we’ve never demanded that our human kindness be enclosed in gratuitous parentheses and sold in high-end boutique malls. Frankly, I’m offended by this greedy, exploitative, and trendy appropriation of (AIDS). Though I will acknowledge that The Gap has served my people well in their consistent production of rugged quality plaids.

National Appropriation Summit
Dear Breeder: Bono just twittered @you to say that even a piece of toilet paper can be recycled for the Sudanese/Irish/Palestinian people, but it’s thanks to the foresight and earth-friendly ways of lesbians that you’re even facebook friends with him in the first place.

The list of things you’ve stolen from us could go on and on. The more I think about your relentless lesbian identity theft, the more it makes my head want to explode!

Hasta la vista, Breeder.

Emma

Sorry, You’re Gay

September 28, 2009

Mr-peanut
If Radclyffe Hall and Noël Coward were the same person…

Listen, sister. Your mixed nuts are giving me a lot of mixed signals, and it’s time you take a look in the mirror. Your monocle may be a cheeky nod to lesbian fashions of the 1920′s, but that long, skinny cane is nothing but a failed attempt at an imaginary phallus. In fact, your entire over-accessorized outfit does nothing but call you out as the raging dyke you truly are. Girl, you are so butch that if you had one more accessory, you could pass as Dudley Moore, who himself could pass as a lesbian any day of the week, even from beyond the grave. Did I say “grave,” meaning solemn or dignified? I wish. Instead, you’re having a spat attack and smiling like a drill team sergeant, which I’m assuming you were at some point in your life. For your own closeted sake, I hope to god those gloves are latex. Now, until you put on some relaxed khakis and a ball cap with a bent brim, I’m never talking to you at the liquor store again!

Emma

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The case for gay marriage, in a nutshell.

There you go again, walking out of the county courthouse in broad daylight, your head held high, as if you hadn’t just spent the night in jail on charges of public lewdness and solicitation. Let’s face it, Mr. Peanut. If only you’d come out of the closet and live your life as an openly gay man (if not the gayest man on the planet), you might have more self-respect, and start wearing a dress like all self-respecting gay men do. You might be able to kick that nasty drinking habit, and stop hiding pints of Southern Comfort all over the house. You might not feel compelled to post the exact same ad, night after night, on craigslist: OLDER, REFINED GENTLEMAN SEEKS HONEY ROASTED BOYTOY TO SUCK ON MY NUTS. 175LB, 7’3″ WITH TOPHAT, 8.5 INCHES UNSHELLED. SALT AND DRUG-FREE HERE, U B 2. Mr. Peanut, I’m flagging your post for miscategorized sexual desire!

John

Graphic Sexuality

September 6, 2009

Graphic Sexuality GRAPH

Now, if you’ll excuse me, Dear Breeder, you’ve wasted enough of my day talking about that one time that one guy gave you that one look, and how you were totally cool with it but that’s just not your scene. Are you seriously trying to open my mind about how open-minded you are? Maybe tomorrow I’ll take a few minutes to explain to you all the reasons I’m not comfortable with your “lifestyle choices.”

Tolerate that!

John

Lesbian Chic Forever

September 3, 2009

Listen to me when I tell you this, Dear Breeder: Lesbians are cooler than everybody else.

Let that sink in for a moment, while you rearrange your throw pillows and consider building a rec room. The only reason you never heard of us before is because we’re so cutting edge. In fact, you’ll just start getting into us five years from now, when your kids are starting high school and they all want to grow up to be lesbians.

“Sure,” you say, “You lesbians have been cool before, but nothing ever comes of it.” Well you know what, Dear Breeder? Nothing ever came of your career in online gambling either. And you know why? Because of lesbians.

EXHIBIT A: Paul Revere

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Paul Revere kicked it all off with his shiny black boots, blousy shirts, and three-quarter length pants—a truly organic look, native to the Northeast, that he ripped off from early lesbian settlers, who never died and in fact still live in Northampton today. Revere loved horses, had a popular daytime talk show way before Rosie, and was voted “Founding Father Most Likely to Process His Feelings in a Supportive Group Setting.” To this day, we marvel at those lesbian hands! Raise your silver teapot high in a tea party toast to this classic icon of Lesbian Chic!

EXHIBIT B: Vanity Fair Was Simple Then, Too

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You’ve seen it before and you’ll see it again: This magazine cover poster is the poster child for Lesbian Chic! k.d. lang is so cool that her beard is practically shaving itself with those razor-sharp cheekbones! Watch out, Cindy, this lower-case lesbian is hot for you. After all, why would you capitalize your name when you already have an international supermodel capitalizing on your lesbianism? Mad props to Cindy and her pet monster hair for coming along on this wild ride of momentary mainstream interest in a lesbian.

EXHIBIT C: DJ Sapphic Fever

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Totally cool. We just love you guys. Here especially. Doing lines off a fudge pop again, Lilo? Come on, girl, you know that leaves a trail! Sam, I always think you look soooo cute trying to look soooo cute. Awwwwww, kittens.

There’s just no way to get around it, Dear Breeder. Lesbians rule no matter what we’re doing. Whether we’re saving the world practically every day or just mostly being interesting people who are self-aware and awesome, it’s obvious enough why mainstream culture wants so little to do with us: You are jealous, and I don’t think you’re ready for this jealousy.

Ain’t no party like a lesbian party cause a lesbian party don’t stop.

Emma

The New Adventures of the Old Testament

August 28, 2009

That goddamn Bible! With its nonstop begatting and relentless thee-thou political agenda, this book has led to centuries of repression and grief for gays, and basically everyone else. Sure, there’s some good stuff in the second half: oversexed virgins, all-you-can-eat seafood suppers, and a half-naked savior with the kind of ripped torso and head of hair I’d sell my own mother for. But the first half? Well, let’s just say it’s no Da Vinci Code.

Considering the eco-friendly, Earth-conscious attitude we’ve all recently pretended to adopt, there must be some way to responsibly recycle and reuse all that perfectly good paper! As always, Breeder’s Digest is here to hold your hand as together we slide down that slippery slope to Hell once again, and for all eternity.

So, whip out your grandmother’s cherished family heirloom Bible (you know, the one with the fake gold inlay and those cute illustrations of lambs you used to masturbate to!), and let’s start tearing out the pages one by one—for a better, cleaner tomorrow! Once you let go of your hopelessly outmoded belief system, you’ll find you have tons of paper-thin paper on your hands perfectly suited for:

1. Picking up the random cat shit that mysteriously accumulates just outside the litter box.

2. Starting fires for at-home re-enactments of heartwarming scenes from Stephen King’s Firestarter.

3. Writing simply-worded fan letters to Courtney Love.

Don’t it make my brown eyes jaundiced?

Straight to Hell in a perm basket.

4. Packed with fiber, the Bible makes a handy meat substitute-substitute for your next lesbian potluck!

5. Cut out words like “barley” and “shekel” for future use in ransom notes.

6. Is it winter solstice already? You know what that means—paper snowflake time!

7. Sometimes I like to throw pages of the Bible in the air and pretend it’s raining money!

She makes everything look so easy, all the time!

Don’t forget your jazz hands, faggot!

8. Using twigs and masking tape, fashion your Bible into a makeshift kite. And remember—by adding a few small bits of metal, you’ll attract extra lightning bolts!

9. Fold individual pages into a series of origami sculptures depicting my fate when the Rapture strikes.

10. One word: cum rag city!

JK, JC! We still cool, right?

John

Gay Translation Made Easy

August 24, 2009

“The real motivation is to just turn the world gay. I very much want to inject gay culture into the mainstream. I committed myself to them and they committed themselves to me and because of the gay community I’m where I am today.”
– Lady Gaga

"I’m so unhappy it’s edgy."
Hay. It’s not just for horses anymore!

We know it can be so frustrating, Dear Breeder, to parse the language of homosexuality, or even to listen to gay people talk. But there’s nothing more frustrating than listening to straight people talk about gay people as a way to emphasize how gay-straight they truly are.

So let me break this gaga down for you. First off, this Lady wants to turn the world gay and has chosen to employ a “gay infection” meth-aphor to describe the strategic process through which she will accomplish this feat. We likewise admire her repeated use of the alienating “they” to refer to a minority group (which conveniently doubles as her primary audience). Like so many art school drop-outs before her, Lady Gaga flashes that famous poker face and cashes in her gay chips to get famous, while still being clear about the boundary where she ends and “they” begin.

But wait! We hired a crack team of dishonorably discharged ex-military gay translators to tell us what Lady Gaga really means here. This is what they revealed!

“The real motivation [of my career] is to make a lot of money by smuggling gay taste into unsuspecting suburban households. I want to bareback my way into the mainstream on the heels of my ‘separate but equal’ commitment ceremony that I just had with the boys out back of the Eagle, where I was today for an important photo shoot.” –Lady Gaga

Ribbed for no one’s pleasure.
WASP: White Art School Piece-of-Shit

If you were a real friend to the gays, or even a real performance artist, you’d climb high up into a tree and vow never to take out your hair bow until everyone can legally tie the knot!

Emma

Thanks to our friends at girlfriend is a homo for bringing this urgent matter to our attention!


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