I think that the twined larksongs of the crackpot Paulism (pawlism?) that constitutes American ecumenical Christianity--you know, the kind that holds its nose but doesn't necessarily crack the window when a Mormon boards the bus--and the post-liberation movement Human Rights Campaign (human rites campaign?) in Re: the matter of the gaze is the perfect harmony for our times. Or, well, not harmony so much as our era's political cantus firmus, since our political polyphony is, to say the least, primitive. On the one side, you have the last spar of the Good Ship Traditional Morality, a barge mistaken by its attending, uh, by its seamen for a battleship; its shallow draft mistaken for the bluewater. On the other, that disappointing gay cruise that turned out to be full of lifelong pairbonds who swap baby pictures and refer to chocolate deserts as sinful with the total lack of irony that you'd otherwise expect in a midwestern administrative assistant at a Cheesecake Factory lunch on Secretary Appreciation Day. It is a lesson about the temptations of the institutions of iniquity; the power to grant access is society's great bribe. Lemme put it to you this way--when the President of the United States begins championing your cause, ask yourself for whose benefit, and why, and why now?