As much as I hooted and applauded when angry Ellen Page pulled off her dyke glasses to announce she was a lesbian, and as excited as I am by Sara Gilbert’s latest ocean-overlooking lesbian wedding, nothing makes me feel more progressive and politically gay correct than supporting chicks making out on the beach in Cancun. If it’s Michelle Rodriguez and her topless little British supermodel piece of conquest cheese, all the better. Michelle didn’t need to make a big speech or cry or have everybody validate her forbidden love. She just went and got some. And that’s the way it should be. Love should know no boundaries nor be defined by petty writs of law. If you can finger it, you can love it. Take that, GLAAD. My inclusionary motto just fucked your motto and made it its bitch.
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