- December 2021
It's the last day of 2021.
This lousy year began with then-President Donald Trump dispatching his yahoos to the Capitol; I'll never get over the figurative and literal assault on democracy that followed. The pandemic plagued the country and the world the entire blessed year. Inflation hit. The climate changed. The U.S. withdrew chaotically from Afghanistan. Billionaires blasted themselves into space, and alas, came back.
In LGBTQ news, 2021 saw more transgender people murdered in this country than ever before.
I wouldn't blame Baby New Year if he chose to crawl back into the womb.
But the year wasn't a total washout. Looking through the queer lens, I was thrilled that male football, hockey, soccer and baseball players came out, and pleased that "Dancing WIth the Stars" included a female couple and its British equivalent had a male duo. Trans and non-binary folks competed at the Olympics. A male country star came out, and as far as I know, Dolly Parton didn't even have to push him to do it.
In terms of a person of the year for our community, there are many options, but I'm going with rapper and singer Lil Nas X. His music video showing him sliding to hell on a pole and giving Satan a lapdance set the tone early in 2021. All year he was not just ubiquitous, but an unapologetic gay Black man.
And those Uber Eats ads he made with Elton John felt like gay history encapsulated. It's been quite a journey from the Yellow Brick Road to Old Town Road.
So what will 2022 bring? I think it's fair to say expectations are low. After the planet grappled with the Delta and Omicron variants in 2021, my hope is 2022 won't force us to learn the entire Greek alphabet.
Nobody would benefit from that. Not even Greeks.
You probably know that South Africa's Desmond Tutu, who died today at the age of 90, was a driving force behind the squelching of apartheid, a Nobel Peace Prize winner and a worldwide champion for human rights.
You might not know that those rights included ours.
"I would not worship a God who is homophobic," said the former Anglican Archbishop of Cape Town in 2013. "I would refuse to go to a homophobic heaven. No, I would say, 'Sorry, I would much rather go to the other place.'"
It could be he and St. Peter are haggling right now over Tutu's travel arrangements.
It's Christmas day. Santa brought me a cold.
This was already a less than cheery holiday for me. In the last five months, my mother passed away, my divorce became final and my brother-in-law received a diagnosis of stage 4 cancer.
Add in the brand spanking new COVID variant, inflation and my exasperation over the willingness of so many of my countrymen to continue believing in the lies of Hey Mr. Tangerine Man, and, well, let's just say I've been taking to heart those enlightened messages about how happiness at Christmas isn't required.
I've aimed to leaven my Scrooge-like impulses with a little whimsy. My mask of choice these last weeks features Snow Miser and Heat Miser, two flashy characters from the 1974 Rankin/Bass Christmas special "The Year Without a Santa Claus."
Unfortunately, so few people have recognized the images that I feel like a 500-year-old. With a cold.
Today I'm wearing socks I got as a gift last year. They're purple with snowflakes—and rainbow stripes and unicorns.
It's a lonely Christmas, but thank goodness I have queer whimsy to help see me through.
Because I have entirely too much German blood in me, I view every holiday as an excuse to gorge on European chocolate.
Which is why I bought a box of Lindt chocolates at Costco yesterday. After checking out, I looked at my receipt. This collection of mini chocolate Santas and truffles in a uniquely shaped container I'd just purchased? Costco calls it a "Hex Box."
I'm a lesbian buying witchcraft supplies. At Christmas.
I bet I'm the talk of Southern Baptists from Bisbee, Ariz., to Sopchoppy, Fla.
I’m one of the Jewish people who celebrates the high holy days. And by high holy days I mean my uncle smoked pot at Hanukkah. And by smoked pot at Hanukkah, I mean he was high for eight days and eight nights.
The record-breaking tornadoes that ripped through the South and Midwest last week caused unprecedented and tragic devastation.
Now America is left with urgent questions. How high will the death toll go? Did climate change play a role? When will gays be blamed?
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