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Are Zoos Getting Gayer?

Sometimes the stuff in my inbox makes me shake my head in disbelief.

The Philadephia Zoo is having a Gay Community Day. This is apparently the first time the zoo has invited the LGBT community in its gates. Up until now, gays and lesbians have been sneaking in, dressed like straight people.

Sometime they’re even disguised as parents with children.

The zoo says the event, which will run from 11 a.m.-3 p.m. April 18, will provide a safe and welcoming environment for LGBT and ally individuals to experience the multitude of offerings at the nation’s oldest zoo.

I have to say, it’s going to be really neat for LGBT people to see wild animals through the bars like everybody else has been able to do all these 150 years.

I was just relieve to find out that “Gay Day at the Zoo” wasn’t another huge backward step in our civil rights. I was afraid the Mormon Church had banded with the Catholic Church to co-sponsor an initiative in Pennsylvania that would allow gays to be locked up annually and put on display for the God-fearing public to view.

I guess this follows the “Gay Day” at Disneyland trend, an marketing attempt to pull in those lucrative rainbow-colored dollars usually spent in gay and lesbian bars, on Olivia Cruises, at Village People reunion concerts, and at Home Depot.

(A special day makes more sense in Disneyland, where Peter Pan and Tinkerbell live, after all.)

But if that wasn’t enough gay zoo news, apparently a right-wing Polish politician is claiming his local zoo bought a “gay” elephant.

I don’t make this stuff up!

Michal Grzes, a counselor from the western city of Poznan, noted that the elephant, Ninio, prefers the company of other males, and challenged the zoo’s fiscal wisdom for acquiring him.

“We didn’t pay 37 million zlotys ($11 million U.S.) for the largest elephant house in Europe to have a gay elephant live there,” said Grzes, according to London’s Daily Mail. “We were supposed to have a herd,” Grzes continued, “but as Ninio prefers male friends over females, how will he produce offspring?” (With the help of a childless lesbian elephant, duh.)

Ninio, who is 10, has changed zoos three times in the past five years because of his aggressive behavior toward females, in contrast to his affectionate treatment of males. The head of the zoo contends that any conclusions about Ninio’s sexual orientation are premature because the elephant will not reach sexual maturity until age 14.

On his 14th birthday, the zoo plans to offer to take the elephant either dancing in a club or to a NASCAR race, and will wait to see which he chooses before trying to expand the herd.

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My Kid’s Gay Hat

novmodernclothhatWe’ve been experiencing a weird phenomenon lately. People have been addressing my 12-year-old son and me as “ladies”.

I suppose this is a byproduct of gay friendliness, but it’s still a little weird.

The first time this happened was in January in Disneyland when a park photographer approached us and said, “Would you ladies like to get your photo taken? You could even have it taken with Darth Vader!”

We sort of looked at each other… one of those movie looks. I told the photographer “my son would probably love to have his picture taken with Darth Vader, but I’ll just watch.”

She sort of stammered and apologized while she handed him a light saber.

Then early in March, leaving a No On 8 rally in San Francisco, a cab driver did it again, “You ladies have a good evening.”

Here’s what’s going on: My son and I are now the same height. I’m sure that by the time school gets out for the summer he’ll be towering over me. In a frisson of sixth grade fashion flair, he’s taken to wearing a fedora. But under the hat, he still has a sweet baby face, right on the brink of adolescence. I like to say he’s stumbling into puberty. And, I look really gay. Although I’d describe myself as a medium-maintenance sort of femme, I like to wear my hair shorter than Rachel Maddow’s, on the verge of crew cut. I have those interesting glasses that seem to be the mark of the modern lesbian.

So, people take one look at us – me looking like a little ol’ dyke and him a similarly-sized person in Chuck Taylors, jeans, an ironic t-shirt, and a hat – and assume he’s my butch girlfriend.

Luckily, my easygoing kid thinks this is really funny… but I’ve decided I’ll throw a couple of bucks in the therapy jar just in case he needs it later.

He's not as tall as Darth Vader... yet.

He's not as tall as Darth Vader... yet.

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