I have this running issue in my life with gay movies. For some reason, despite being a straight guy, I somehow get assigned to watch more than my share of homosexual-specialty fare. Really gay movies. Movies so gay they would be gay-bashed by Matthew Shepard. Recent events in this country have finally given me a possible explanation.
You see, many years ago, because I was getting nowhere on my miserable Cleveland freelance-writer/photographer earnings, I started a sideline selling black-market loose cigarettes, tax-free, on the streets. What I figure is that police, when they found about this, had three choices:
1 - Put me in a fatal chokehold.
2 - Shoot me.
3 - Arrange for me to have to watch a lot of gay movies.
Being police, they naturally took the most brutal, savage and excessive option. Probably to make an example out of me. Where are my protest marchers? Who will carry on in my memory, shouting the chant: "HANDS UP MEANS NO GAY MOVIES!"?
