John Aravosis investigates Bill Clinton telling John Kerry to back the FMA in 2004:
went back to both President Clinton's office and the Kerry-Edwards campaign official, asking them to reconcile the apparent discrepancy. Clinton's spokesman stands by his denial - to the best of his knowledge, it didn't happen. The senior Kerry-Edwards 2004 campaign staffer also stands by their statement that it did happen, noting that Clinton's denial was "typical Clintonian revisionism."
Anna Mills recounts the excitement of becoming a female drag queen:
In college women's studies courses, it dawned on me that millions of women shared my alienation: If femininity was the uniform of slavery, then the fact that I recoiled from it showed my sanity. I soon noticed that I was attracted to women, and forthwith cut my hair, donned cargo pants, and moved to San Francisco. Yet femininity continued to fascinate me.
Stephen Benjamin argues for the repeal of Don't Ask, Don't Tell:
The result was the termination of our careers, and the loss to the military of two more Arabic translators. The 68 other -- heterosexual -- service members remained on active duty, despite many having committed violations far more egregious than ours; the Pentagon apparently doesn't consider hate speech, derogatory comments about women or sexual misconduct grounds for dismissal.
Over the past six years George W. Bush's faith-based Administration and a conservative Republican Congress transformed the small-time abstinence-only business into a billion-dollar industry. These dangerously ineffective sexual health enterprises flourish not because they spread "family values" but because of generous helpings of the same pork-heavy gumbo Bush & Co. brought to war-blighted Iraq and Katrina-hammered New Orleans--a mix of back-scratching cronyism, hefty partisan campaign donations, high-dollar lobbyists, a revolving door for political appointees and a lack of concern for results.
Bill in Portland, Maine, jokes around with surgeon general nominee James Holsinger:
Can you cure me, Dr. Holsinger? Because everything I've tried so far hasn't worked. And believe me, I've thrown my swishy heart and soul into all the recommended therapies. First I tried convulsive shock treatment, but that just gave me a headache and blacked out the neighborhood. Then I enlisted a priest to help me pray. Which we did. Daily. Right after sex.