The Sweetest Boy

It's been a horrible week. The Washington State Supreme Court bowed to antiquated bigotry and pegged the queers as Enemy #1 of marriage (tell me, has your straight marriage directly felt the impact of the lovely backyard ceremony my beloved and I experienced March 19, 2004 in Portland? I didn't think so.) and upheld this state's so-called DOMA law. Then, a mentally ill Muslim-turned-Christian anti-Semite opened fire at Seattle's Jewish Federation offices, killing one woman and injuring five more. If that weren't enough, Hollywood's favorite nutjob let loose an anti-Semitic tirade when arrested for drunk driving, which not so subtly suggests that his lameass movie really was the product of his Jew-hating, Holocaust-denying, shriveled pathetic turd of a heart.

Times like this, I like to stare into the baby brown eyes of the sweetest boy I know and try to forget. The dear AG, as we like to call him, defends his territory, and loves his queer Jewish mommies. He may be small, but he'll rip out the throat of any bumpkin who treads on us. He doesn't judge, doesn't blame, and he's always happy to see us when we get home. For those reasons and more, we love him. VIVA AG!