Isn't it odd that my wife doesn't talk about "all-things-gay" with me for months at a time, leaving that subject on the shelf as a book to get to someday, and then all of a sudden a certain distinguished senator from Idaho has a certain not-so-distinguished experience in a Minnesota airport toilet stall, and out of the blue she's curious about "gay" behaviors in public restrooms? And she's asking me lots of questions about what goes on in those places (other than my desires to get in and get out as fast as possible) and did I know the secret toe-taps or how I place my bags may be sending messages to others that I'm available? (Thank you, Media, for opening up more bad press about the perversions of being gay).
Why can't we have a normal conversation about things like... like what I'd like for Christmas, like a 2008 wall calendar for my office? Huh? (see http://www.mormonsexposed.com/) After all, it's for charity, right? I'd be helping a great cause, no?
I guess not... :)