You know what I hate? I hate the fact that my age sometimes prevents me from voicing my opinion about subjects some think I'm too old to have an opinion about. There's a little voice in my head that says, "no one is going to listen to you about this because you sound like an old coot". Well, you know what? I am an old coot. I'm an old gay coot! And don't you dare write in to tell me that I should have said I'm an old Lesbian Coot! Dagnabbit, I like the word gay. Gay Gay Gay Gay Gaaaaaaaay!

What in tarnation is a "tween" and where's the little knucklehead who left this comment? "I have no problem with older gay people, have some in my family that I love dearly. However, I guess I don't have the revolutionary fire y'all did." Listen to me whippersnapper ... I'll give you a revolutionary fire! I have newspapers in my house older than you! You will have a problem when I come over to Prince's blog with a gay history book and a switch.

I'm such an old gay coot, I don't mind being lumped in with gay men. I'm not a sassinfrassin' separatist! I like gay men. Especially old cantankerous gay men, like Richard Rothstein. Between us, we are 106 years old. We're old enough to be your gay grandparents. In dog years, we're 742 years old. That means were old enough to be your dead gay ancestors, so shut your pie holes for a minute and listen to your elders!



Why in the Sam Hill are religious nuts the only one's who get to be upset about young kids being exposed to trash and porn? Dagnabbit, I don't want to be exposed to it either! I have to spend at least an hour everyday typing disgusting words into the spam filter on my website. There are people who might want to use the word lesbian in a comment on a lesbian website. But no! It's blocked, along with the words hard, long, young, prescription, ambien, kitten, girl and "the". Ever tried to write without using - - - word, "the"? I hate porn, gawldarnit!

And if I get even one comment telling me that I'm a prude or that I don't get it, I'll turn you inside out and knock you into next week! Don't think I don't know that Rothstein watches porn! I don't care that he watches porn. He's 406 in dog years and needs the porn just to keep his heart beating. Why, I oughta ...

You know what really gets my goat? Marketing alcoholic beverages to kids. Kermit's frog-o-licious malt beverage. Frankenberry wine coolers. Do these companies think 21 years is too long to wait to be an alcoholic? I'd like to wring their necks and clean their clocks and don't think I won't do it!

Here's something else that lights a fire in my furnace! Network executives who produce and push tasteless, insultingly stupid, sexually titillating garbage, disguised as a dating show and get Sony PlayStation and other video game makers to advertise on it. I dare someone to write in and tell me why 10 to 14 year-old's should be the target audience for this unadulterated crap dressed up like a TV show. Go ahead, try it! When I get through with you, you'll wish you'd never been born, dagnabbit!

It riles me to no end that these TV executives will make millions by using the B in LGBTQ, knowing full well that the B in their show, probably isn't really a B, but would do anything for some attention and a pay check. Then just to add insult to injury, they have the gall to use the word "love" in the title. Total strangers dressed up in Halloween costumes, coming on to each other before they've even exchanged a hello, has nothing to do with love. Don't you just hate it when our critics see us as sex-obsessed deviants and not as the normal, loving, productive human beings we really are? Gawldarnit, I hate it when that happens! (No, seriously, I hate that.)

On a lighter note ... you know what I love? Clogging. I don't give a hoot in hell that you don't like it! Shut your pie holes and watch, Dagnabbit! And buy some trousers that fit! You look like you had an accident in your pants and left it there! And don't make me come over there!!