Mr. Sulu is heading for Uranus, but hell, that might be a good thing. Who has more experience at spotting Klingons? He's so all fired up and ready to go warp speed ahead, he and his partner were among the first to sign up to go where-well, where quite a few men have gone before, but now it's legal-at least in California.
Frankly, I like the idea of having gay neighbors. I have gay neighbors, in fact. Thanks to them two, roughly one half of the heterosexual marriages where I live have ended in the tragedy of divorce. Just imagine what it would be like if they were actually legally married.
That's not possible in Kentucky, though, so my fucked up marriage lasted twice as long as it should have had to.
Come on, Kentucky, get with it. I need some decent chess opponents and don't know where to turn to, and even if I did, I would be afraid to even go there. So, if you really want to outlaw something, and help me out at the same time, just criminalize Broadway show tunes, and the natural order of the universe will be restored to an even keel in a way that will be fair to all concerned.
After all, show tunes has typically been the only sure fire way of spotting gay folks. In today's world, they are no longer needed, thank God. Now, if it's that important to know about your friend's, relatives, or your neighbor's sexuality, just park outside the neighborhood antique mall and wait. If you see him go inside more than once in a month's time, then you'll know the truth-
He's gay, Jim.
Still, for now, any potential gay chess opponent has my number. They know that if they get in a bind and I'm ready to checkmate, all they have to do is put on "The Sound Of Music" and my game is shot to hell.
This shit just has to stop.
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I guess it does change things a bit. A year ago, they would have been asking voters "Do you think gay marriage should be made legal?" Now it's "Do YOU want to be the one to tell Mr. Sulu that he has to get divorced?"
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