“Despite the tears of joy flooding through the gay community and despite the soothing gobs of liberal bliss pouring like warm honey over tens of thousands – nay, millions – of progressive humans worldwide, all of whom are cheering this landmark groundbreaking rainbow-colored California Supreme Court decision, seeing it as one of the most positive, hopeful shifts to occur in decades, the armies of right-wing darkness are screaming their dread, scraping their nails on the chalkboard of fear, rallying the bitterly faithful. ... As you read these very words, shrill cultural conservatives from Orange County to Fresno to Stockton are holding meetings in all sorts of grungy subbasements and moldy rec rooms and sterile Holiday Inn conference rooms, sipping watery Sanka and sweating profusely in their armpits and scowling like angry cats as they work to put a quick and painful stop to all this gay-loving God-hating nonsense, by way of an initiative on the November ballot outlawing icky and confusing gay marriage, by constitutional decree, once and for all. See? Same as it ever was: One beautiful step forward, one giant jackboot back.”

“It’s a milestone, and I was really quite pleased that I got to be a part of it.”

“I gave away my first pair of chaps for a charity auction, but they felt so good I had to get another pair. But I could only find cowboy chaps. I wanted rock ‘n’ roll chaps, so I went to West Hollywood where there are all these leather bars and tailors and found a very lovely Russian woman who’s making them for me.”