Category: Gay Rights

May 30, 2013
By Michael Rupured

Boy Scouts, Religion, & Homophobia

The 2013 Hop Against Homophobia and Transphobia (HAHAT) has ended. The experience, from the easy-to-follow directions I received about what to do to feedback about my post, was nothing but positive. Thanks so much to the organizers for bringing attention to an important issue and for allowing me to participate. My HAHAT post is among the most popular posts on my blog this year, receiving the most comments ever. Thanks to everyone who stopped by, whether you commented or not. The winner of the autographed copy of Until Thanksgiving is aspiring author Sophie Bonaste. Congratulations! While we’re on the subject of homophobia, I must weigh-in on the uproar about the Boy Scouts of America’s decision to open troops to gay kids. …

Nov 07, 2012
By Michael Rupured

Let the Spin Begin

At long last, the election of 2012 is behind us. Contrary to all the hype about having to wait days for the results, the outcome was certain early in the evening. Now the pundits and politicians on both sides of the aisle will explain what it all means–or at least, what they want us to think it means. The big take away message for me is that saying something over and over again doesn’t make it true. The GOP, Fox News, and “entertainers” on the far right have proclaimed for weeks now that the polls were biased and just plain wrong. Romney was going to win. They were sure of it, despite a preponderance of evidence suggesting otherwise. Given GOP …

Oct 07, 2012
By Michael Rupured

Purse Envy

The first purses I remember were the enormous bags my beloved Aunt Toodles always carried. I couldn’t tell you what they looked like. I just remember they were huge. When I was little, she’d ask me to get her purse for her. I’d grab the handle with both hands, pull it onto the floor, and drag it across the room because it was too heavy for me to lift. I have no idea what all she kept in her monstrous bags. Like Mary Poppins, you never knew what she might pull out. Retrieving the desired item always involved a lot of digging. Now and then she’d remove a few items to make the rest easier to dig through, but I …

Aug 01, 2012
By Michael Rupured

Waffled Like A Chick-Fil-A Fry

When the Battle of Chick-Fil-A started, I prided myself on what I believed to be a moderate position. Since they’d never refused service to a gay person (to my knowledge) I decided to keep stopping in for my unsweetened tea with a splash of sweet. What they do with their profits is really none of my business. I posted a blog to that effect last Wednesday. The comments here and from my Facebook friends were overwhelmingly positive. People applauded me for being a free thinker, for refusing to kowtow to the demands of the activists. In a polite and respectful manner, a few younger gay men let me have it. I understand their impatience and am even glad for it. But …

Jul 26, 2012
By Michael Rupured
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On the Other Hand…

In yesterday’s blog, I came out as a Chick Fil A and Target fan, despite company support for anti-gay groups. If Chick Fil A’s CEO doesn’t shut up, I might change my mind. Unless you’re Mitt Romney, we’re allowed to do that in America. Today I’m going to blast an organization for their antigay and homophobic rhetoric. Think I’m talking out of both sides of my mouth? I don’t think so. This is different. This one is personal. In 1974 the Boy Scouts of America bestowed upon me the rank of Eagle, an honor received by only about five percent of Boy Scouts each year. I worked hard to satisfy the requirements for Tenderfoot, Second Class, First Class, Star, Life, …

Jul 25, 2012
By Michael Rupured

Me and My Tea

I happen to like Chick-Fil-A. There. I’ve said it. I’m a gay man and I like Chick-Fil-A. In fact, I prefer it over all other fast food options. The restaurants are always clean–including the bathrooms, the employees are courteous and helpful, and they always honor my request for unsweetened tea with a splash of sweet. No doubt you’ve seen news stories about Chick-Fil-A donating bazillions of dollars to anti-gay causes. Left-leaning cultural warriors are outraged, demanding that consumers boycott the restaurant. They’re certainly entitled to an opinion. Those same left-leaning warriors tell me to shop at J.C. Penny instead of Target. The former features gay couples in ads, the latter provides financial support to anti-gay causes. I like Target. I …

Jun 10, 2012
By Michael Rupured

We’ve Come a Long Way

After Christmas Eve takes place in late 1965 and early 1966 in Washington, DC. I didn’t have a choice. Details I wrote into Until Thanksgiving, before I knew there would be a prequel, forced my hand. I firmly believe in writing what you know. My first two books were set where I’ve lived. For the memoir, I didn’t have any choice. The story takes place in Lexington, Kentucky; Washington, DC; or Athens, Georgia–the three places I’ve called home. For the novel, I had a  choice, but opted for DC during the time I actually lived there. My memory and the occasional refresher via a search of the internet or my old journals provided all the details I needed. Now I’m …

May 26, 2012
By Michael Rupured
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Bye Bye Boy Bars

I read that the number of gay bars is steadily declining. Various Google searches confirmed the trend without turning up any actual numbers. Hard to know if it’s true or not, but I’m going to assume it’s a cold hard fact. Is the same true for straight bars? I doubt it. If Athens is any indication, the demand for straight drinking spots is apparently insatiable. Gay bars serve a different function. For as long as they have existed, gays bar have been retreats–safe harbors in a world where it most definitely was not okay to be gay. The gay bar in Lexington, Kentucky was once the center of my universe. There were periods when I hit the bar six nights …

Jul 26, 2011
By Michael Rupured

My Gay Wedding

I “came out of the closet” nearly thirty-two years ago at the tender age of twenty-one. Thanks to the pervasive homophobia that existed then, coming out really did a number on me. Much of the struggle to come to terms with my identity is chronicled in my memoir, Glass Houses. Back then, you didn’t hear much about the gay agenda. In fact, you didn’t hear much about gay people at all. Except for a few brave souls on the fringes of society, being gay was a dirty little secret. Being out as a gay person meant ridicule, bullying, or worse. Thirty years ago I never dreamed that gay people would one day be permitted to legally marry. Today gay marriage …