please appreciate that i wrote in shock and anger at the seeming attempt to subvert a seemingly legitimate question…more to the point, why is questioning whether someone is homosexual the only question that seems to evoke the response, “who cares?” (an indignant and emphatic who cares, if i may presume to offer my inferences). When it was asked if whitney was a crackhead, no one asked who cares, when asked if hitler was molested, on drugs or missing a testicle no one asked who cares; where then were all of these defenders of THEIR privacy?? It seems to me that what should be sauce for the black female should be sauce for the white male! the whole point in a forum being a forum is a free exchange of thoughts, not to inhibit free thinking. Sorry if i ruffled any feathers!
I think that the problem with discussing stuff like this is that it does in fact smack of creating ignorance. A lot of times “why does it matter” is just shorthand for that sort of thing. Questions like these make me cringe because they only breed speculation.
It also is so close to outing, which a lot of people (myself included) have a huge problem with. If someone decress that their sexuality is a private issue, should that not be respected? I don’t think the previous analogy about Hitler’s testicle holds water in this case.
It might be nice if everyone who was gay came out and hit the world with a big clue stick, but there are very good reasons not to, and fear of career damage is quite up there.
Now that we have satisfied that desire… :rolleyes:
If you think that Sean Hayes plays a flamer, you need to get out a little bit more often.
JMJ Bullock did play a stereotype on Too Close For Comfort. That was almost 20 years ago. He still has a career. He’s on Hollywood Squares and has other appearances as well. It may not be Shakespeare, but it’s a living.
But only because I think he’s hot, totally hot, and I’d hate to think my chances were zero with him. I do, however, realize that my chances with him are very very close to zero. I therefore realize that his orientation is none of my damn business.
Just tryin’ to cling to that pathetically thin strand of hope.
I LOVE Kevin Spacey!!! …and…
I think I can safely say that he is NOT gay! I know this because of that one interview where he said he hates the taste of dick.
Actually, one of the very few marginally humorous things in my life yesterday was the line-up on TV. Since Discovery apparently didn’t pre-empt programming, it was:
Bombing, bombing, bombing, bombing, Christopher Lowell decoupaging a pot, bombing, bombing, bombing . . . .
This is not a criticism; I realize he has no control over programming. But he’s so damn perky that the contrast was really sort of blackly humorous. And for a moment I did watch him decoupage the heck out of that pot. It was sort of restful.