Won’t you give a gay sperm a good home?
I’ve just finished reading this article, entitled “God’s Senator,” in the current issue of Rolling Stone. It’s about Senator Brownback, which means it’s predictably bizarre (death penalty for abortion doctors, Christian rock, something called “‘faith-based’ eroticism”), but nothing we didn’t already know. One passage did stand out to me, though - about Brownback’s chief of staff, Robert Wasinger:
Wasinger is from Hays, Kansas, but he speaks with a Harvard drawl, and he is still remembered in Cambridge twelve years after graduation for a fight he led to get gay faculty booted. He was particularly concerned about the welfare of gay men; or rather, as he wrote in a campus magazine funded by the Heritage Foundation, that of their innocent sperm, forced to “swim into feces.”
It’d be fruitless to speculate about the amount of “innocent” non-gay sperm “forced” to “swim into feces.” But hey, can everyone get off feces’s figurative back for a minute? It’s just doing its job. It’s just feces.
I am cracking up, dying over here.