There are two really funny “gay” pieces in this month's Details magazine, whose focus on homosexuals of late is singlehandedly challenging the need for specifically gay-oriented publications. One piece notes the “gay” look of the Democratic front-runner, and the other is a hilarious look at why “Gay Men Definitely Shouldn't Get Married.” Two dire predictions:
“Chelsea, West L.A., South Beach crammed with Auschwitz-thin chain-smoking Yorkie-in-the-handbag gay divorcees d'un certain age, swilling Chardonnay while desperately competing for the very, very few well-heeled silver-haired stud muffins who might want to chaperone them through the golden portals of, um, maturity.”
“Gay marriage, currently a middle-to-upper-middle-class thing, trickles down society, creating trailer parks where 90 percent of the occupants are either blousy castoff lesbian wives in dirty pink muumuus watching tapes of Ellen or scrofulous castoff gay husbands who live off Bud and whatever they can lap up at the truck-stop glory hole.”
