:Alchemy

What is the “homosexual agenda?” There have been many amusing examples of what this agenda might look like (one example after the jump below). But, embedded in each of these is a glimpse of what the darker side of this supposed “agenda,” (check out the 3:33pm slot in the schedule).

So what exactly is on this list things to be accomplished by the homosexuals? The Christianists have tried vigorously attempted to convince Americans that the homosexual agenda involves spreading the homosexual lifestyle to young people through media and other gay-friendly mediums, while simultaneously destroying christian marriages and values.

I have been doing some thinking about it. Not only is agenda the wrong word, but the Christianists are seeding the wrong idea about what it is that homosexuals want. First, “agenda” is being aptly used here to convey the idea of “hidden agenda” or “ulterior motive.” In so doing, Christianists are using fear of the an unknown lifestyle to invoke people’s protective and defensive instincts.

I think a more accurate term for “agenda” is “equal rights movement.”

I’ve thought a lot about what my desires are, and how these fit into the broader scope of what homosexuals want from America. And I think it boils down to this: I want to be treated fairly, be granted equal status as an American citizen, and be free from the fear of crimes against me because of who I am. That pretty much sums it up. I can’t speak for the royal “we,” but I think most gays and lesbians just want to be treated like everyone else and be granted the rights all American citizens are guaranteed.

The Homosexual Agenda
• 8:00 a.m. Wake up. Wonder where you are.

• 8:01 a.m. Realize you are lying on 100 percent cotton sheets of at least a 300 count, so don’t panic; you’re not slumming.

• 8:02 a.m. Realize you are actually in your own bed for a change. Wake stranger next to you and tell them you are late for work so won’t be able to cook breakfast for them. Mutter “sorry” as you help him look for his far-flung underwear. You find out that you tore his boxers while ripping them off him last night, so you “loan” him a pair of boxer-briefs, but not the new ones because you never intend to see him again.

• 8:05 a.m. Tell the stranger, whose name eludes you, “It was fun. I’ll give you a call,” as you usher him out the door, avoiding his egregious morning-breath.

• 8:06 a.m. Crumple and dispose of the piece of paper with his telephone number on it when you get to the kitchen.

• 8:07 a.m. Make a high protein breakfast while watching the Today show. Wonder if the stories you’ve heard about Matt Lauer are true. Decide they must be.

• 8:30 a.m. Italian or domestic? Decide to go with three-button Italian and the only shirt that is clean.

• 8:45 a.m. Climb into red Z4 and try not to look too much like Barbie driving one of her accessories as you pull out of your underground parking. Revos or Armanis? Go with Revos.

• 9:35 a.m. Stroll into office.

• 9:36 a.m. Close door to office and call best friend and laugh about the guy who spent the night at your condo. Point out something annoying about best friend’s boyfriend but quickly add “It doesn’t matter what everyone else thinks, just as long as you love him.”

• 10:15 a.m. Leave office, telling your secretary you are “meeting with a client.” Pretend not to notice her insubordinate roll of her eyes (or the cloying “poem” she has tacked to her cubicle wall).

• 10:30 a.m. Hair appointment for lowlights and cut. Purchase of Aveda anti-humectant pomade.

• 11:30 a.m. Run into personal trainer at gym. Pester him about getting you Human Growth Hormone. Spend 30 minutes talking to friends on your cell phone while using Hammer Strength machines, preparing a mental-matrix of which circuit parties everyone is going to and which are now passe.

• 12:00pm Tan. Schedule back-waxing in time for Saturday party where you know you will end up shirtless.

• 12:30 p.m. Pay trainer for anabolic steroids and schedule a workout. Shower, taking ten minutes to knot your tie while you check-out your best friend’s boyfriend undress with the calculation of someone used to wearing a t-back and having dollars stuffed in their crotch.

• 1:00 p.m. Meet someone for whom you only know his waist, chest and penis size from AOL M4M chat for lunch at a hot, new restaurant. Because the maître d’ recognizes you from a gay bar, you are whisked past the Christian heterosexual couples who have been waiting patiently for a table since 12:30.

• 2:30 p.m. “Dessert at your place.” Find out, once again, people lie on AOL.

• 3:33 p.m. Assume complete control of the U.S., state, and local governments (in addition to other nations’ governments); destroy all healthy Christian marriages; recruit all children grades Kindergarten through 12 into your amoral, filthy lifestyle; secure complete control of the media, starting with sitcoms; molest innocent children; give AIDS to as many people as you can; host a pornographic “art” exhibit at your local art museum; and turn people away from Jesus, causing them to burn forever in Hell.
• 4:10 p.m. Time permitting, bring about the general decline of Western Civilization and look like you are having way too much fun doing it.

• 4:30 p.m. Take a disco-nap to prevent facial wrinkles from the stress of world conquest and being so terribly witty.

• 6:00 p.m. Open a fabulous new bottle of Malbec.

• 6:47 P.M. Bake Ketamine for weekend. Test recipe.

• 7:00 P.M. Go to Abercrombie & Fitch and announce in a loud voice, “Over!”

• 7:40 P.M. Stop looking at the photographic displays at Abercrombie & Fitch and go to a cool store to begin shopping.

• 8:30 p.m. Light dinner with catty homosexual friends at a restaurant you will be “over” by the time it gets its first review in the local paper.

• 10:30 p.m. Cocktails at a debauched gay bar, trying to avoid alcoholic queens who can’t navigate a crowd with a lit cigarette in one hand and a Stoli in a cheap plastic cup in the other. Make audible remark about how “trashy” people who still think smoking is acceptable are.

• 12:00 a.m. “Nightcap at your place.” Find out that people lie in bars, too.