I am sure that many of you have the local "alternative" weekly newspapers, such as we have here with OC Weekly. They are free and heavily populated with ads for cosmetic surgery (why people who live a liberal, alternative lifestyle would have such an interest in that is amusing).
I have bookmarked several national and international daily newspapers that I peruse for different prespectives and local news outside my own sphere. One is the San Francisco Chronicle and I was surprised to find this article in today's edition, as it is more in line with what I would expect from one of those alternative newspapers.
Or maybe I shouldn't be. Am I that naive?
Everyone loves a happy ending, especially here in San Francisco. Many say that the happy ending to a wedding is the honeymoon; fortunately for everyone in town for the biggest Pride celebration in the world this weekend, we've got newlyweds and happy endings a plenty. A whole city practically doubling its population and going on its honeymoon. We may, in fact, run out of dildos. The lube supplies could run short, prompting a citywide panic. The largest wedding reception-cum-honeymoon could drain our precious resources and begin the Great Strap-On Sally Famine of 2008.No one wants to be caught with their pants down when their pants are down. White wedding, Pink Saturday — San Francisco has you covered. Get your eager beavers
and other bits down to a Good Vibrations (goodvibes.com) location for all your sex toy, book and video needs. Get cheap lube and marvel at the selection at Phantom, where the blazing neon "Lube 4 Less" sign is not a joke. While you're in the Castro, enjoy the generous selection of sex toys at the revamped Does Your Mother Know. And if it's gay porn you need, visit Superstar Satellite Video, where the selection exceeds reason and possibly the space-time continuum, and is well-chosen at that. Unlike in other cities, you can get safer sex supplies a-plenty at any Walgreens — especially the Castro location.Once you're done getting ready for the literal bonds of marriage — or just the bonds of boinking — you can put them in action at BDSM club The Citadel. Friday night from 8 p.m. to 1 a.m., The Citadel hosts BDSM play party The Queer Playground, "a queer leather party for everyone of every gender who identifies as queer. Lesbian, gay, fag, dyke, genderqueer, genderf-, gender-bender, differently- abled queer, queer of color, trans, MTF, FTM, bisexual, pansexual, transsexual, omnisexual, questioning, intersexed, trysexual, whateversexual." (R.S.V.P. suggested, $20 admission.) Or, visit our local Disneyland of sex clubs The Power Exchange (powerexchange.com), which is actually not like Disneyland at all and is much darker and possibly stickier, but has three levels in which adults can play games of equality and bondage, alike.
So much for the Chronicle advancing the image of gays as "folks just like us" who are "just asking to be treated equally."
I remain of the thought that homosexuality is, in fact, a psychological disorder. I do not say that to mean that gay people are crazy and need institutionalization or electric shock therapy. I think, based upon my own observations so yes, my opinion is not that of an expert, that there are many psychological disorders in a vast continuum, and at any given time any - or all - of us exhibit symptoms of one or another. We must - and I use the term "we" to mean society at large - given the millions of sales generated by self-help books, the popularity of shows such as Dr. Phil, and the increased use of drugs.
I am just always taken aback, however, at the overwhelming public display of what should remain in the privacy of a person's bedroom by gays. Why would a person feel the need to define themselves by their sexual practice and revel in bringing it to the streets and scaring the horses? No doubt we will see horrified accounts of what went on during Gay Pride Week in San Francisco this weekend in the blogosphere, but for those who think displays of military might are obscene, so too is a public mockery of what should remain a private expression of love between two persons.
 "Does it really matter what these affectionate people do-so long as they don't do it in the streets and frighten the horses!" ~ attributed to Beatrice Stella Tanner (Mrs. Patrick) Campbell, English actress (1865-1940), regarding hoosexuals in the British theaters.