Particularly this court ruling on the constitutionality of marriage. Yes, it might well require the test of a higher court, but with a mayor who seems as politically realistic about it as Bloomberg, marriage expanionists won’t have to worry about a Virginia-style action. No, it ain’t perfect, but no state that’s seriously exploring marriage equalities issues without knee-jerking right into amendment land is free of controversy. Heck, it’s happening right here in Connecticut.
I’m very glad, as well, that my governor remains adament against a state marriage amendment as our legistators yet again look at marriage equality issues. Mind you, Connecticut is reasonably far along in working equity into our laws. The legislature has reworked some laws to accommodate second-parent adoption, hospitalization next of kin, and certain probate matters. We’re not at full parity yet, but we’re far from Virginia and Ohio.
On the highest level, I agree that outing Jeff Gannon as a shill raises both security and credibility issues. But John’s own blog shows that we’re always just a stone’s throw away from the administration’s constant and sometimes queer hypocrisy, and there’s plenty of indication that Gannon’s as much hustler as shill. What I wanna know is who Gannon slept with to get his press pass — and whether he had to wear his tighty whities and dog tags in the act. Yeah, I’m not taking the high road here. The current adminstration’s losing credibility with me as each day passes; it no longer deserves it.
It’s an odd convergence that in the midst of renewed culture battling, we get a retro look at the movie, Deep Throat. Funny, how the arguments surrounding the film haven’t changed through the decades, despite the fact that American tastes have come to routinely include porn consumption.
I was a teenager when Deep Throat became a sensation and what I remember about all the brouhaha was our own teenage fascination with the fact that a woman could swallow dick. We didn’t know about the movie’s silly clitoris-in-the-throat premise and, frankly, we didn’t need to — the woman could swallow cock, for Pete’s sake! That was fascination enough. A couple of years later, during the summer before college, the boy next door admitted he’d gone and seen Deep Throat and The Devil and Miss Jones. His impression? They didn’t do much for him, but he was glad he’d seen them. Didn’t do much for him? Well, he did strive to be a good if liberal Catholic back then. Me, I’ve yet to see the movies. But then, I never had to struggle against any Catholicism.
Tomorrow: Light and easy links. Come back for them.
