Pursed Lips

When I winnowed through my links today, I realized the bulk of them focused on marriage equality and while that characterizes how much I care about the issue, I suspect to much focus here in the blog might not work for most of my readers. Now, I’m not going to back away from the issue; I’m just going to try to balance it against the large “sex in the media” slant that this blog has historically presented. With that in mind, let’s have a lighthearted day. (I’ll be back with weighty issues soon enough.)

For Laughs: The Gay Agenda and, despite being so last week, The Onion’s LOL take on gay marriage. Their West Point panty raid was pretty funny too. (Dontcha just wish you could go on one of their photo shoots for these articles?)

For Consideration: Another French film that’s replete with nudity and sex, in lots of formats no less. Looks better than Bertolucci ‘s latest.

Up for congratulations: Another success for Suspect Thoughts Press, this time in the form of a review. And Simon Sheppard’s return to the gay sex advice world.

Not a sad farewell for me: While the rest of the world prepares to mourn the passing of Sex and the City, I’m not. It’s not that I don’t appreciate the fact that the series has opened up a whole new women’s dialogue about sex (see Oprah and 20/20 for proof). In fact, I admire how sexually frank it’s been and that it doesn’t promote the “life is complete with a man” theme. My problem? It’s always been too wealthy, urbane, heterosexual, and feminine for me. Especially feminine. I haven’t been able to identify with the femininity of the show one iota. And, yeah, I have a similar problem with Showtime’s The L Word. All femme, no butch. No andro even. Still, I raise a toast to Sex and the City. At least it told us to to seek pleasure and enjoy it. I’ll drink to that.