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Gay nuptials under Christian fire
Hate-mongering Christian protest casts shadow over mass gay marriage.
“Evil!” “Filthy!” “Abomination!”
Twenty protesters — all white and predominantly male — chanted in
front of San Francisco’s City Hall as the sun set one Friday evening last
month. They waved placards with slogans: “Sodomy: It’s To Die For,” “Bride
Of Satan” and “Matt In Hell” (this accompanied by a drawing of Matthew Shepard, the slain
Wyoming student, in flames).
Who were these protesters and why were they here?
The minister of Westboro Baptist Church in Topeka, Kan. — the Rev. Fred
Phelps — had traversed the prairie with several congregation members to
spearhead a demonstration designed to make even the most devoted ACLU member’s hair stand on end.
“Got AIDS yet, you faggots?” “Where’s your best man, the gerbil?” “God will
punish you for your wickedness! He’ll send another earthquake!”
Unlike the conservative Christians who “hate the sin not the sinner,”
Phelps, a tall, gaunt man with long gray hair, has made a career out of
his hatred for homosexuals — his cardboard sign conveyed the same message
as his Web site: “God Hates Fags,” that features a photo of slain Matthew Shepard, animated with flames, which screams if you click on it. Phelps travels with his crew in two minivans; some of his supporters even bring along their children.
Phelps and cohorts’ fundamentalist rage has since made a splash at the Shepard murder trial, but on this day their anomie was focused on 191 gay and
lesbian couples who filed past into City Hall to participate in San
Francisco’s third annual Domestic Partners Commitment Ceremony. Like the
protesters, several same-sex couples had journeyed across the nation to
express their feelings on the issue of homosexual marriage. But unlike the
protesters, they had come to declare their love.
By creating a giant ritual similar to the mass marriages of Rev. Sun Myung Moon, Mayor Willie Brown has conveyed his and San Francisco’s
support for same-sex unions. Although anti-gay legislation has gained
ground in other parts of the country (27 states have passed
measures that define marriage as an exclusively heterosexual contract),
Brown has sent a message with his commitment ceremonies, which returned after a hiatus last year. This year the event made special note that California will debate a similar measure in spring 2000, when the anti-gay “Knight Initiative” arrives on the ballot.
“We love you!” a lesbian told her tormentors on the steps of City Hall. “Why do you hate us?”
“I don’t hate you,” a stout Christian woman replied. “I love faggots
so much I’m willing to tell them about Jesus Christ!”
“Open your hearts!” the lesbian begged them. “Reach out across this
chasm of hatred.” She tossed the fundamentalists a bouquet of daffodils.
A young man in sunglasses instantly tore it to shreds, yelling: “This
is what I think of your sick love!” Torn petals fluttered to the sidewalk.
“I praise God!” bellowed another man, through his bullhorn. “I praise
God that your mommies didn’t abort all of you, so that we can share the
grace of God with you today.”
“You’re telling me about grace?!” gasped a gay man. “You’re the most
graceless creature I’ve ever seen!”
As the two sides launched their verbal battle, 30 police stood by watchfully, having enclosed the protesters inside a metal barricade. Nearby, a gay-friendly contingent of Unitarian Universalists sequestered in a similar cage held signs proclaiming, “Hate is not a family value” and “God loves gay people.”
As if to make up for the unpleasantness outside, a giddy pre-ceremony party
unfolded with special good will inside City Hall. Couples and their guests
mingled, admiring each other’s tuxedos and corsages and exchanging comments
about the seven-layer rainbow wedding cake. Food and drink flowed freely,
courtesy of a number of local catering companies who donated their services.
Lesbian activist Del Martin declared, “We should never accept second-class
citizenship status.” Mayor Brown exchanged witticisms with gay comedian Tom
Ammiano, the president of the Board of Supervisors, as the majority of the
other supervisors looked on, waiting to officiate. As same-sex hands were
held, the rotunda echoed with 382 promises of “I do,” followed by the
formal civic decree: “I now pronounce you domestic partners.”
Although domestic partnership contracts grant health and retirement benefits to
employees of the city and to companies doing business with the city, they
carry few if any legal benefits outside areas that honor this vow. But when the Knight Initiative appears in California next year, it’s going to face a fierce foe here.
When the newly partnered gay and lesbian couples exited City Hall,
Phelps and his crew greeted them with ridicule: “Prance off into the
sunset, you AIDS-infested sodomites! All you have now is a worthless piece
of paper that will burn with you on Judgment Day! You’ll never have a holy
matrimony. Never!”
But if California votes to support gay marriage in next spring’s
“Definition of Marriage” battle, “never” might be “soon.”
Hank Hyena is a former columnist for SF Gate, and a frequent contributor to Salon. More Hank Hyena.
Massage therapists rubbed wrong by sex talk
A Jennifer Love Hewitt show and the Travolta allegations have masseuses tired of being confused for sex workers
(Credit: iStockphoto/sybanto) Joe, a licensed massage therapist, knows what it’s like having a famous client who expects something extra. He had an Academy Award-winning actor begin gyrating on his massage table before raising his hips in the air to show off his erection. “He was hoping that I would play with him in some shape or form,” he says.
Needless to say, Joe isn’t surprised by allegations by two masseurs that John Travolta got handsy during massages. (Travolta’s attorney has denied all the allegations, and called them “ridiculous.”) “It happens all the time,” he says, and not just with celebrity clients. He frequently encounters men who try to fondle him, usually while he’s working on their glutes or lower back and their hand happens to be level with his crotch. “They think they’re so original, but they’re all so much the same,” Joe says, his voice rising. “They all use the same tactics, the same body movements, the same gyrations and grinding my table, the [heavy] breathing.”
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A night at the vibrator museum
Early vibrators were hand-cranked, two-person jobs -- and prescribed by doctors. How far we've come since then
(Credit: Antique Vibrator Museum) I can now say that I’ve used a turn-of-the-century vibrator — on my hand, but still.
The silver, hand-cranked contraption is usually kept behind glass at Good Vibrations’ Antique Vibrator Museum in San Francisco — but staff sexologist Carol Queen made a rare exception. “This is very special,” she whispered, unlocking the case and carefully pulling out Dr. Johansen’s Auto Vibrator, a relic from 1904. The “auto” part is not so much: It was a two-person job, with her having to crank the device’s handle to get it thrumming. Pressing my finger tips to its inch-wide circular platform of pleasure, I was pleasantly surprised by its power.
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Maggie Gyllenhaal on sexual liberation
The beloved indie star tells Salon about her "vibrator movie" and why she loves playing transgressive women
Maggie Gyllenhaal (Credit: Reuters/Mark Blinch) When I met Maggie Gyllenhaal about six weeks ago, she was enormously and gloriously pregnant, stretching out on a sofa with her shoes off and feet up in a Manhattan office building. (Since that time, Gyllenhaal and husband Peter Sarsgaard have welcomed their second daughter, Gloria Ray, to the world.) We were there to talk about “Hysteria,” the charming, lightweight feminist farce from director Tanya Wexler that explores a key event in the history of female sexuality: the invention of the vibrator by Mortimer Granville, a Victorian doctor who was seeking to cure the mysterious “female malady” that lends the movie its title.
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Susie Bright and her daughter, Aretha, make parental talks about sex look easy -- and fun
Most parents loathe talking to their kids about the birds and the bees, let alone pubic hair grooming, faked orgasms and “water sports” — but most parents are not legendary “sexpert” Susie Bright.
Better than talking about these things, she penned an advice column in 2009 with her daughter, Aretha, then 19, for the ladyblog Jezebel. Their answers to questions about everything from porn to Paxil were unflinching but playful, and at times controversial. Now the pair have collected those columns into a new e-book, “Mother/Daughter Sex Advice.” Together, they read as an irreverent version of “Our Bodies, Ourselves” for the Internet age. The mother-daughter team also reflect on what the experience of writing the column was like, and it turns out it wasn’t as weird as many would think: For the most part, it was just a continuation of conversations they had been having throughout Aretha’s life.
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On the rack: A cultural history of breasts
Did breasts evolve for lactation or to enhance sex appeal? A new book explores why they matter
(Credit: iStockphoto/NadyaPhoto) It’s hard to be boobs. Sure, breasts are cherished as givers of milk and the pinnacle of sex appeal, but the modern world hasn’t been good to mammaries.
As Florence Williams writes in “Breasts: A Natural and Unnatural History,” they’re the most tumor-prone organ in the human body. They “soak up pollution like a pair of soft sponges,” and transmit environmental toxins to babies through breast milk. “Breasts are bellwethers for the changing health of people,” she says. While we’ve “genetically modified our crops to be able to protect them from the ill effects of pesticides,” Williams writes, “we haven’t yet figured out how to modify our breasts.” Aside from using saline and silicone, of course.
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