Don't Get Me Started. Questo articolo non è disponibile.Don't Get Me Started

199 pages. 199 page.Let's get one thing straight. I'm not. And yes, my brother is Bill Clinton. B ut not the Bill Clinton. These two guys are very different. For one, whenever I hear President Bill speak--on gays in the military, healthcare reform--I hear th at sound trucks make when they're backing up. I'm out and proud. When I'm out an d it's raining I carry an umbrella. I used to be in but I hate the smell of moth balls. My closet was huge, complete with a foyer, turnstile, a few locks, dead bolts, and a burglar alarm that had to be deactivated before I could even touch the door handle. And then there was the storm door. It wasn't until I had lived and slept with a woman for a year that it occurred to me to ask, Do you think we re lesbians? By the way, never come out to your father in a moving vehicle. Now I've written a book. It's not as easy as it looks. One night, I was working lat e on my computer when a little message came up on the screen, You are almost out of memory. Here are my thoughts and observations on everything from gay marriag e (Mad Vow Disease) to my morbid fear of mascots (with the exception of the San Diego Chicken). Thats all I'm going to say because I don't wantto spoil it for y ou. That's a job for Jesse Helms. I'll leave you with one last anecdote: Once wh en my Dad was visiting, he sat through an evening of gay politics, gay theory, g ay gossip, and toward the end of the discussion, my partner turned to him and as ked, Well, Mr. Clinton, what do you think we as gay people can do to make more b ridges to straight people? My Dad did one of his patented, exquisitely timed pau ses and replied, Keep talking.…