God I get so bored with liberal smugness. It’s like having a man who you know is impotent try and talk dirty to you. Just lay off, we both know nothing’s going to come of this!

In our single lives we’ve all had those people who we sleep with, but we don’t necessarily make a big deal about. We don’t introduce them to our friends, we don’t call them to spend a nice evening out on the town together. Generally, we text them on our way home from a bar and say “what’s up? You wanna hang?” It’s harmless, if hollow, recreation. Such are the Donald Strachey mysteries, adapted from book to tv movie for here! media

Robert Gant is best known for playing Michael Novotny’s HIV positive boyfriend Ben on the American version of Queer as Folk. He’s very talented, an out and proud actor, and very vocal on GLBT issues. Also, my friend met him once and said that he’s totally really nice and that his ass looks incredible in jeans. Whycome is it, then, that I saw him in an Olive Garden commercial yesterday?

On April 14 of this year, my entertainment viewing life changed forever when ABC delivered the devastating news that they canceled All My Children and One Life to Live, with their last episodes airing September 23, 2011 and January 23, 2012 respectively.

Tyler Wisler is one of the contestants on the upcoming season of Design Star. Full disclosure, he also worked on the same floor of a building in Chelsea for a few years. This had absolutely nothing to do with my stunning feat of journalistic prowess in booking him for an intimate tell-all interview.

I’m assuming very few of us (myself included) were avid followers of the BBC show Torchwood during its three-year run in the UK that ended in 2009. This is a shame, I now realize, because that shit was HOT.
The dashing, devil-my-care main character is Jack Harkness, an immortal bisexual con-man from the future who was spun off from the Dr. Who series. Yes, that’s right, I just used the words “immortal,” “bisexual,” “con-man,” and “from the future” to describe the main character of a wildly popular television show. Perhaps Armageddon is much closer than anyone thought…

This is not the Summer of Love (unless you’re offering to make it such); this is the Summer of My Netflix Account and DVR. In my adventures in screen-viewing, I have learned one basic tenant: You have to go through a lot of shit to find a gem. This is especially true when trying to find portrayals of trans and intersex characters that aren’t cringe-worthy or hollow two dimensional characters.

Escalatorgate probably won’t do anything to slow Bachmann’s presidential race, but it’s still gratifying to think that the punishment for bigotry is unwanted attention from Kathy Griffin. Besides, it’s a lot better than what that dreamy lame-o Darren Criss did when he met Bachmann – smiled and said, “Cheese!” Darren may have stolen my heart forever, but if he’s going to be gladly snapping shots with right-wing hate mongers he should probably just keep those pouty, bee-stung lips shut about gay rights.

Watching History Channel’s Swamp People is really strange. The subjects of the show are speaking English but almost always need subtitles in order to be understood. They’re conducting brutal wholesale slaughter of alligators but somehow you root for them anyway. But the biggest “huh?” moment for me is the major re-adjustment the show is doing to my gaydar.

I love Oprah, and I’m not ashamed. Like so many, I grew up with Oprah, but being from the Chicago-area, I remember Oprah when she was on local Chicago television, before her show went national. My Mom watched Oprah; my Grandma watched Oprah; and this meant that I watched Oprah.