We're Here. We'll Just . . . Uh, Oh, You Don't Have to Get Used to It

No. Like all labels they tell you one thing, and one thing only: Where does an individual so identified fit into the food chain, the pecking order? Not ideology or sexual taste, but something much simpler: clout. Not who I fuck or who fucks me, but who will come to the phone when I call, who owes me favors. This is what a label refers to. Now to someone who does not understand this, a homosexual is what I am because I have sex with men, but really this is wrong. A homosexual is somebody who, in 15 years of trying cannot get a pissant anit-discrimination bill through the city council. A homosexual is somebody who knows nobody and who nobody knows. Who has zero clout. Does this sound like me Henry?

-"Roy Cohn," Angels in America

Isn't that OBVIOUS? You got half your kids are out of work and the other half are in jail. Do you see ANY Democrat doing anything about it? Certainly not me! So what're you gonna do, vote Republican? Come on! Come on, you're not gonna vote Republican! Let's call a spade a spade! I mean - come on! You can have a Billion Man March! If you don't put down that malt liquor and chicken wings, and get behind someone other than a running back who stabs his wife, you're NEVER gonna get rid of somebody like me!

-"Jay Billington Bulworth," Bulworth

Now that Obama has tied his horse to Rick Warren, and Warren is now speaking out and accusing gay and lesbian Obama supporters of being hateful, evil, of not being Christians, and of fearing all Christians and apparently Christ himself - mind you, we're told by Obama's pastor friend that we're not really Christian only three days before Christmas - it's time for Barack Obama to answer some questions about the very vocal Mr. Warren.

-John Aravosis, AmericaBlog

Dear John, here's what Barack & Co. think about you: or what? You tied your horse to him. What are you gonna do, vote Republican? If you pansy faggots were so concerned, you'd show up at the inauguration in rainbow panties and throw your high heels at him. But you're not, and you won't. Your concern is a fiction and your clout is zero, because under no circumstances will you exact a price for your support. You have no demands. You're nobodies. You're just a bunch of faggots. Get used to it.

Willful abstention from the so-called political process is an honorable choice, but for those who insist so resolutely on remaining in play, who strive so ardently for a place at the table, and who whine so interminably when brushed--again--aside, I've got nothing but contempt. How weak and ineffectual. After a decade of insisting that they're just like the rest of America, thankyaverymuch, Democratic Queerdom discovers that it too is powerless, without influence, and taken, rightly, for granted.