Made-for-TV Movies Write Themselves

Just about finished the first draft of the script for "Clash of the Nancy Boys". We are stoked because we locked in the leads to play Larry Craig and Mitch McConnell.

Now, if anyone knows how to get hold of Howdy Doody, we have a part that he would be perfect for.

TRex!

The following quote is why I love TRex from over at FireDogLake.

And as a gesture of good faith, I would like to thank you profusely for mulishly and obstinately refusing to slink away in shame over the scurrilous and patently false charges that you’re a totally major ass-bandit like myself.

And by love, I don't mean the way Republicans love public restroom stalls or diapers and prostitutes or young, male Congressional pages or Stan Coulter, but in a purely platonic way on a count he is one funny fucker. Read the entire column.

Tearooms and Cottaging. Sounds So Refined, Really.

I really had no idea that this was such a scene. More has been written on this topic in the past few days that I really have nothing to add. Except that I eagerly await the next non-gay Republican to be outed.

It does, in a way, remind me of my high school days and my high school girlfriend. It was during the early 80s and she, being a Good Catholic Girl, we didn't exactly have access to anything resembling a bedroom. Instead, our standard plan was to tell her parents that we were going for dinner and a movie. The dinner was always good, I guess, yet we somehow managed to skip the movie. This gave us the much needed time to indulge ourselves.

So sex for the two of us (I was her first) was usually in the back of my SUV on some deserted, country road. Truth is, we had a lot of good times in the back of my rig; the thrill of being out on some secluded patch of road or out in the countryside underneath the stars. (One day at dusk a wayward hunter did stumble upon us.)

I look back fondly on those days and nights of illicit and adoloscent sex with my Good Catholic Girlfriend in the back of my SUV. No doubt, the tradition carries on to this day with teenagers across this country.

Fortunately, I was able to out-myself from behind the steering wheel and folded-down seats and the starry night into a home with a bedroom and a door.

Whatever shadenfrude many of us are feeling about Larry Craig, it's really a shame that a grown man has to cruise for sex in a public bathroom stall. I don't blame the Republican party and the Religious-Right entirely, just mostly.