Nuclear Jinx

I had so wanted to be frivolous here this week and then Saturday night happened. 

Oh, what the hell.  Here’s Jinkx Monsoon, Broadway star and former winner of RuPaul’s Drag Race, doing one of the most entertaining impressions I’ve ever seen of…

Oh, just watch it.

Okay, fine. 

NOW, let’s bring down the room.

Four guys you’d never want your daughter, son, sister or brother to date stood in the halls of the White House on the evening of June 21st, 2025 and told us we just launched a bunch of mega-bombs on a Middle Eastern country of 90 million people in order to prevent said country from putting together some sort of nuclear material into some sort of weapon that said country was supposedly weeks, months or years away from…. creating… enriching… launching?…. obtaining?

None of us seems to quite know.   

“Weapons of Mass Destruction” anyone?

Perhaps POTUS does, but he’s not saying.   Exactly.  Or pretty much any other way.

As for the three other guys behind him – J.D. Vance, Marco Rubio and Pete Hegseth (Note: If this was the track, they’re be an entry – aka three horses owned by the same stable –  1 a, b and c)  – they remained suited up and silent in navy suits behind the boss, who was center stage in the blue jewel-toned number.

I mean, they might tell us more by the time you read this.  Perhaps in a scheduled press conferences on June 22 or on June 23 in a top secret security briefing to our representatives in Congress.  Who are supposed to know this stuff ahead of time and vote before the U.S. launches bombs into another country and ostensibly starts a war.

Of course, that didn’t happen.

Totally normal stuff here, right?

 And at no point last night was the word war mentioned in their four minute “presentation.”

So I guess that means we’re…. not in a war… with Iran?

Or are we?

I don’t even know what now

I mean when George W. Bush and Dick Cheney took us into the Iraq War twenty plus years ago, at least there was a vote.  And evidence, as specious and/or made up as it was.  They even called it an actual WAR and gave it a name – Operation Iraqi Freedom.  (Note: Yes, we eventually saw what they did there).  But this time there was no vote, no evidence – false or otherwise –  and nary a peep to any members in the Senate or the House of Representatives.

Just the Four Horsemen of the Christian Right telling us they did this thing that wasn’t a war.  Just a lot of… and I quote:

Great American patriots who flew those magnificent machines tonight…. and no military in the world could’ve done what we did…. Not even close… There’s never been a military that could do what just took place.

In case you were wondering.

Grammar matters

FYI, the magnificent machines were B-2 bombers and what they dropped were 30,000 pound bunker busters (MOBs) that bore straight into the ground to presumably blow up nuclear material thousands of feet below thousands of feet of concrete.  What happens to the remains of that nuclear material, and what the destruction caused by bombs weighing hundreds of thousands of pounds will be, is anyone’s guess.  But presumably, like always, it’s all in the name of “peace.”

Seriously, what could go wrong?

And while you’re contemplating that, here’s Jinkx telling a dirty celebrity story.

Now remember that the man leading us into this war – or whatever he claims it is – is the same person who took over the Kennedy Center a few months ago because a handful of times, among its hundreds of thousands of evenings of entertainment, it served as a venue host for drag shows.  This same person also runs a federal government whose national suicide hotline will no longer refer trans or gay kids to the LGBTQ+ hotline specifically for them, run by The Trevor Project.  That’s an actual truth bomb that just happened that you can read about here. 

Jinkx Monsoon and her kind, be damned.

Totally fine!!

Meanwhile, stay safe. 

As for those of us in Los Angeles, luckily we now have an extra 700 Marines on our streets, courtesy of POTUS, to keep us safe….

…From immigrants.

“One Day More”  from “Les Miserables” – Jinkx Monsoon (playing every role)

Pride, Prejudice & Pee Wee

If being gay was a choice, I’d choose gay every time.  Not because I think it’s better to be gay than straight (Note: Although sometimes….).  Rather, it’s because making any other choice would mean that I wouldn’t be myself.

Now, how’s that for pride month???

Oh please, no applause.

OK I’ll accept a cheer though

Every person I know and almost everyone I’ve ever met in the LGBTQ+ community would answer the same way.  Because once you have zero compunction about being your authentic self and actually live that way, the toughest part of that particular journey is over.

As for the handful of perverse exceptions on the subject, well, as practically everyone on earth aside from a MAGA politician will publicly admit, there is a streak of the depraved within EVERY community.

Meaning there are lots of ways to be gay.  Just as there are lots of ways to be pretty much anything. 

Tis true

This week I watched the fantastic HBO documentary, Pee Wee As Himself.  It tells the story of Paul Reubens, the late actor who invented and played Pee Wee Herman all those years and who, among other things, officially “comes out’ as gay on the program. 

Not that we imagined he was straight.  Or anything else.  Pee Wee was camp and camp done by a man scores very high on the gay meter.  Like 9 out of 10.  And yes, I know that Dame Edna was played by the late Barry Humphries, a straight man.  He’s the 1 out of 10. 

Which in public gay speak is 1 out of every 10,000.

OK but the glasses are gay, right?

In any event, the fact that Paul Reubens was gay is nowhere near the most interesting aspect of his life, or his story.  What‘s much more revelatory is that this little gay kid was a natural performance artist fascinated by the circus (Note: He grew up near Ringling Bros. HQ in Sarasota, FL), children’s television and mid-century kitsch.  And that he was a Cal Arts grad who had a boyfriend in his twenties but was so obsessed with rising to the top of show business that after their breakup he poured everything into his career rather than to ever lose himself or his ambitions ever again in the homo-normative narrative of gay domestic bliss.

Reubens, in drag, at Cal Arts

Toiling in the usual rounds of anonymous auditions, improv comedy, bit parts and more, he one day finally hit upon a strange character that managed to suffuse himself, and everything he loved, in the form of an oddball man-boy who could entertain all the oddball kids, their older siblings AND their parents.  But in an honest, hyper-colorful, strange and wittily sarcastic style that was both purely him and purely for the “him” who would’ve liked to have (or been) such a person when he was younger.

It’s a story that is not much different from that of many creative people in the entertainment industry, only with overwhelming, outsized mainstream success.

Early days

Sure there were personal lapses and dramas like the arrest at the porn theatre for supposedly exposing himself or the subsequent cancellation of his Saturday morning kids (ahem) syndicated TV series, Pee Wee’s Playhouse — which my husband and I used to watch almost every Saturday morning early in our courtship – waiting for the inevitable gay double entendres that would always come (Note:”You know what they say about big feet…”).

Cowboy Curtis Boots

But, like being gay, those were just moments in a life of creativity that was clearly formed by being a bit odd and a bit of an outsider, albeit with an obsession to stay that way and become an INSIDER through the imaginative expression of EXACTLY who you are.

The character of Pee Wee and the guy who created him was as gay as anything could be because it was NEVER about his gender or sexuality, or the gender/sexuality of those millions who were attracted to him. It was the fact that he was using who he really was to attract everybody together in one big playhouse. And that’s the most appealing, most successful and most enduring attraction of all. #OneBigTent.

An icon

Of course, this a fact that is impossible to explain to self-professed “real” men like our current Secretary of Defense Pete Hegseth, or as he is known as around our house, Brylcreem Boy.

Yes, it’s a dated reference, but so is he.  Type casting for a school bully out of the 1950s, down to the drunken rages, mistreatment of women and financial failures.

Words escape me

After the April debacle where he set up group chats and leaked plans for US military raids by using the unsecured internet line, Signal Chat, B.B’.s new plan is to remove the names off of any Navy ships that he claims don’t further his “warrior” agenda for the troops.  And rename them with something more appropriate to his “mission.”  At the top of the list this pride month (Note: And likely to reassign him to the name Petty Pete in our household), is the USNS Harvey Milk, christened in honor of the slain gay rights leader and former San Francisco Supervisor who was gunned down in his office at City Hall one morning late in 1978 by a guy who didn’t like his politics.

Hey! Look at this big gay boat!

Ironically, though not to Petty Pete, aka Brylcreem Boy, is that Mr. Milk was the quintessential warrior.  After four years in the Navy, where he served on a submarine rescue ship during the Korean War, he was forced to resign when his superiors found out he was gay.  Never comfortable with hiding who he was, he then went on to become the first openly gay person elected to public office in California, and the following year put his career on the line to defeat the then popular-in-the-polls Briggs Initiative, which would have made it unconstitutional for any gay person to teach in a California school, as well as ended the careers of any of those who already did so.

Mr. Milk prevailed and thanks to him we not only have gay teachers but millions of out gay people living proudly all over the world.  He imagined the latter dream in countless public speeches but, much like many other civil rights leaders, didn’t survive nearly long enough to see that become reality. Nor did he stay alive long enough (Note: he was forty-eight when he was murdered) to see a U.S. president decide to honor him, a former navy lieutenant, for his courage by putting his name on one of its ships.

Thank you, Mr. Milk.

Unsurprisingly, Mr. Milk is just one on a longer list of names that P.P. or B.B. (Note: Take your choice), and one assumes the bosses above him in the current White House, are seeking to erase from history in our government by claiming they were only put there in the first place because of some undeserved bow to diversity, equity and inclusion.  Additional Navy ships scheduled to be stripped of their names are the:

USNS Harriet Tubman

USNS Thurgood Marshall

USNS Medgar Evers

USNS Cesar Chavez

USNS Dolores Huerta

USNS Ruth Bader Ginsburg

USNS Lucy Stone

The gays, the Blacks, the Browns, the Jews and the Women (not necessarily in that order).

Groundbreaking

Well, those names may be temporarily erased from a Navy battleship but they will never be erased from American history.   Not by a secretary of defense who thinks branding his body with a series of white Christian nationalist tattoos is enough to make him a contemporary warrior.

Most Americans see him as a callow idiot, one of many teeny tiny man-boys in our collective pasts. 

Far more petty, and far less notable than Pee-Wee Herman himself.

Pee-Wee’s Playhouse Theme