It’s tough being an activist. You can be the preaching vegan, but when the meat-lovers pizza arrives at the apartment after a night of drinking, that’s where the rubber meets the road. Johnny Weir took a lot of grief from the rainbow flag wavers for attending the Sochi Olympics even though Russia hates the shit out of gays. Weir defended himself by saying the Olympics were solely about athletic accomplishment, not a proper forum for a political statement.
I’m not a politician and I don’t really talk about politics. You don’t have to agree with the politics, but you have to respect the culture of a country you are visiting.
That seemed to be enough for the Guardian Gays to lift the gate and let Johnny fly off to Russia, where he now apparently has realized he can’t come home without picking up a snow globe for his significant other and making some kind of political statement about how awesome it is to be gay. I guess that principle about respecting the country you visit had to be sacrificed in the name of getting back into his favorite clubs stateside. Johnny decided to really to stick it to Putin and Russkies by dressing up like Lara from Dr. Zhivago:
I’m here, I’m queer, I look fabulous in vintage Chanel, get used to it
As Johnny donned another haute couture blouse and leggings with perfectly matched pearls, millions of traditionalist Russians suddenly realized they have no real problem with homosexual men, they just really fucking hate Johnny Weir.