Sex in Power

I know, I know, it’s just too damn easy to steal from the good folks at Carnal Nation, but forgive my laziness and ensuing linkfest. This was just too good to pass up.

One of my favorite arguments against the LGBTQ haters out there has always been the, “Whaddaya mean it’s a ‘choice’, asshat? I CHOSE to have a huge portion of the world hate me enough to do things like this to my soft, pink places?”

… to be fair, that actually looks pretty fun. Especially if I get to keep the lad. I will name him Reginald and put him in charge of pedicures and interrogations in my Tuscan villa.

I shit you not, my singing instructor told me she goes to Ikea a a couple times a week to get a workout. She timed it to a full hour walk. That's rifuckulous.

But to return to the main topic (and the first link, which would’ve given you the story much faster than little ol’ me), it’s true, there’s no more important proof.

Gays everywhere, you are now on notice. We in the LGBTQ alphabet soup of identity are now no longer struggling for acceptance; We must now struggle against a new foe: Mediocre, mundane, malefactors who manhandle  us into mainstream maladjustment. In short, we’re so normal we’re boring. This story is Exhibit A.

IKEA actually paid people to “act gay” on a Mardi Gras float. That’s right. As though there weren’t enough gay muscle boys in Australia, a country/continent that’s gotta be something like 20% EXOTIC BEACH. No. Not enough real gays.

So I guess we better stop complaining about being a marginal “other” if it’s now possible for us to get paid for it. However… then again… one might also say we’re being further abused by heteronormativity because our “queerness” is now being outsourced!

If you feel as outraged (by outraged I mean laughing my kidneys into a pulp) as I do, get to know this guy and read what it’s like to have your “authenticity” stolen faster than a hollywood film playing in Beijing.