You think that’s funny? The Gay list has Horatio Alger on it, and under the “Known for” column? Ragged Dick.
The disputed list also has Rocco DiSpirito, the idiot head chef from that reality show The Restaurant from a few years back. It was a terrible, terrible show detailing the beginnings of an upscale restaurant in New York and it failed after singlehandedly because Rocco was too busy nearly getting blowjobs from all the cute female customers. Disputed my ass.
Meanwhile, the ultra-fey maitre’d was actually just French the whole time.
I miss that show.
Alex Chieu- a gay, Chinese, paranormalist Jewish guy.
Could he please leave a little minority for someone else?
How could Annie Leibovitz be “unknown” when whatserface was clearly her partner? Sonntag? Sontag? Whatever, she’s dead anyway.
Same with Virginia Woolf, duh, gayer’n…something gay.
Next thing you know, they’ll out Ellen de Generis. Cutting edge!
Well, you know gay guys use that a lot, a mean a lot.
And apparently, except for loving to munch carpet but not liking to receive (which orgasms, she and Alice called “cow”), Virginia Woolf chose Alice B. Toklis because she just wanted someone to be wife to her since she was so great she deserved it.* That’s not gay at all.
- See recent New Yorker article re: Alice.
Are you confusing American author Gertrude Stein with English author Virginia Woolf? Sounds like it.
Yes, I am. I must stop posting for 24 hours, 'cause I’m losing it.
Thanks.
There’s been an annoying habit in recent years to write historical biographies in which famous people, who are not only dead but so are everyone who knew them, are posthumously outed. I’m not referring to Eleanor Roosevelt (who was outed while many who knew her were in fact still alive and whose surviving letters to and from LH are pretty strong evidence there was more than friendship there) but the “really dead” folk. Lincoln is perhaps most famous: yes, he shared a bed with a man, and yes, while it wasn’t odd for men to share a bed [his two male secretaries were notorious hetero-horndogs and shared a bed] the fact he shared a bed with him for years was a bit odd, BUT not in and of itself convincing, and neither is anything else until we get a flat-out no-room-for-doubt “Dear Bartholomew, I wanna enter you like Grant entered Richmond then let you see why they call me the rail splitter, Love Abey-Baby” letter or sizzling daqueerotype the writer can claim anything they like but they’re just trying to sell copy. Others claimed as queer in recent or upcoming bios include Mark Twain, Theodore Roosevelt, Queen Victoria, and George Washington. (Alexander Hamilton wrote some letters to his friend John Laurens that while no-smoking-pole evidence wise definitely sound particularly intimate [even by 18th century standards] and that combined with the fact he and Washington were close and are known to have shared a bed [again, a whole lot different then than now] is made much of along with Washington’s almost lifelong friendship with a male slave [sometimes a lifelong friendship with a male slave is just a lifelong friendship with a male slave].)
Anyway, I consider this whole field ridiculous since there’s no way they can be proven right or wrong. OTOH, it’s good for biographers I suppose since, again, no way to be proven right or wrong, and you’ll sell more books insinuating that Washington gave Hamilton splinters in his John-Thomas than you will writing about something meaningless like these men’s roles in forming a new nation that never should have lasted a decade by the rules of logic but became a superpower that’s still in existence.
Okay, I’ll try one more time. To make up for my most recent faux post, I’ll repair to a [solitary] lighthouse and write a thousand times “Rose is a rose is a rose is a rose.”
Didja hear the one about this famous person?
On the one hand I think that’s BS. OTOH, By Any Men’s Necessary is such a damned good title to just let go to waste that it’d be a shame.
I wonder how the correlation would fly.
“Liberace might have smoked more sausage than a CharBroil Grill, but that doesn’t mean he was GAY. That was just his cover to work in Vegas. It’s called a beard, people.”
“Sure, Ellen may have married Portia, but that doesn’t mean she’s a lesbian. How else is she going to get magazine covers?”
“Anne Heche, gay? Naw, it’s all for her career. I imagine she’ll go back to banging guys pretty soon.”
Ummm…hey, scratch that last one…
Where I come from, standing up in public and proclaiming loudly for all to hear, " I can tell if you are a homosexual by looking at you !! " is known as “chutzpah”.
:rolleyes:
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What can I say but that I didn’t know, nor care what sexual orintation he is? I’ve know plenty big burly men who were gay and plenty of effette artistics types who were straight, most notable my SO who trust me is about as straight as a guy you ever can get.
Goes to show you never can tell.
Where I come from, standing up in public and proclaiming loudly for all to hear, “I can tell if you are a homosexual by looking at you!!” is known as “Thanksgiving Dinner With My Sister”.
Sampiro
Chuck Berry is gay?!?
Clay Aiken and Sean Hayes, questionable? Yeah right.
Yeah, I thought it was a crock too, that’s why your observation made me think of it.
According to some posters in this thread, that proves nothing- apparently kids exist solely as “beards”. :rolleyes:
The never-married David Ogden Stiers has one son from a relationship in the 1960s, according to his bio. (Robert Reed had a child too.) Stiers liked to hang out at Studio One, a New York-style gay nightclub in West Hollywood. This comes from a good friend who met Stiers there in the '90s, and was surprised that the Boston accent from MASH* was just acting, that Stiers has a flat midwestern accent.
I see confirmation here.
He (DOS) states that he is straight. I think protocol is to go with that until he’s seen with his tongue in Haley Joel Osment’s ear.