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My Gay Adventures in the Middle East
It was one of those balmy Beirut summer evenings, the smell of Nargila smoke mingling intoxicatingly with the car fumes along the corniche, I had strolled alone as I almost always act when visiting the dysfunctional Lebanese capital.
My evening amble had started in affectionate enough fashion around the spot that, on Valentine’s Day the former Lebanese prime minister Rafic Hariri was blown to kingdom come in a truck bomb explosion that had left little to had been known as Mr. Lebanon and not because he had won a pageant like beauty rivalry wearing skinny gold shorts, alas, but because he pretty much owned Lebanon, and, as is very well known, Lebanon cannot be owned by a Lebanese.
As is my excellent fortune I had also walked this very identical route that year only a couple of weeks prior to the assassination and again shortly after, debris and blast harm not looking nearly as out of place in the scarred urban landscape as it should.
This stroll is always one of pondering my past visits and while I possess never lived in the city I have been a frequent visitor since the early nineties, so much has changed and yet so much never seems to in Beirut. I
I was a young homosexual man in the 80s who got by on survival sex
The Seattle Times dropped a bombshell on the local political scene last week, publishing a lengthy account of interviews with three separate men who claim that Mayor Ed Murray paid them for sex while they were underage gay drug abusers in the s.
The men – two of whom met Murray commencing in when he lived in Portland, and the third, a man who filed a civil suit alleging Murray did the same to him first stage in , after Murray had moved to Seattle – gave similar stories.
This is truly gnarly stuff. Money for sex, which was then used to feed drug habits. These sort of allegations, when credible, can abruptly finish political careers. No disbelief would-be mayoral candidates, scared off this year by Murray’s formidable war chest, are looking anew at their contact lists.
There’s a lot I don’t appreciate about Murray’s record as mayor, starting especially with how he exploits our most vulnerable residents for political points while doing far less than you’d think to help them. But this is much bigger than that. The civil suit doesn’t even need to go anywhere for Murray’s career to be over. The court of public opinion can do that if t
Thrown Away for Being Gay
Over at ThinkProgress, Zack Ford quotes and verifies a letter from a father disowning his son for being gay. Here's an excerpt:
Don't expect any further conversations with me. No communications at all. I will not come to visit, nor do I want you in my house.
You've made your selection though wrong it may be. God did not intend for this unnatural lifestyle.
If you choose not to attend my funeral, my friends and family will understand.
Read it in full. It's heartbreaking.
Yes, I often celebrate here how much LGBT rights are winning. But here's what we haven't won: shelter for children growing up in families that possess been taught to examine their own offspring an abomination if they were gay.
About ten years ago, when I was doing public speaking on marriage equality, I found myself talking to LGBT college kids across the territory. The best part was getting to spend second with the kids who volunteered to pick me up from the airport and ferry me to and from my hotel. But I was stunned by how often I heard the same story: This girl or boy's parents had kicked him or her out, cutting all ties, after revealing he or she was gay. Maybe it had happened in h
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