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I was extremely disheartened to read this commentary by Jezebel‘s adopted gay spokesman, Ryan, who says he met Ann Coulter and she was faaaaaaabulous:

This weekend I attended a small, intimate house party in Manhattan of mostly gay men in the media. I was sitting in the kitchen talking about Men’s Vogue and Lisa Kudrow’s The Comeback with my friend Mark when in walks: ANN COULTER. It was shocking to see America’s deplorable scion of extreme right-wing fanaticism pour herself a glass of wine in a casual white tank top and jeans (no black cocktail dress) and effusively greet the liberal media that she’s made a career crusading.
The gays squealed with delight. They all shelved their political beliefs and giggled to one another about the famous guest, cooing over how skinny she is…

“She’s emaciated! Like her brain!” (Patsy Stone)

…and hovering around her waiting for an introduction. The “female Rush Limbaugh” was received with the fanfare normally reserved for Liza, Beyonce, and Tammy Faye (RIP). When she walked in the room, Mark turned from a typical limousine liberal to a giddy NRA fanboy.

He goes on to say that Ann was, like, so fun, oh my god! And he, like, loves her now!

Ryan, I am sure you are a very sweet person, but you and your friends need to be a little more discerning about who makes you guys squeal like a bunch of star-struck little girls at a Justin Timberlake concert. Ann Coulter is serving an agenda that’s about as healthy for the gay community as crystal meth.

I’m appalled that a bunch of grown men in a marginalized population would just drop their principles to fawn over that cracked-out basilisk. I don’t care if her private beliefs are vastly different than the toxic spew she emits on television and in her books.

Ryan, however, has become a fan:

And after having such a lovely evening with Ann, I would rather these people worship a hilarious woman who loves gay men, cocktails, and knowingly pushes the envelope rather than either dogmatic religious zealots who think gay sex and drinking will send me to hell or left-wing comediennes who no longer make me laugh.

Disgusting. Pitiful little piker. I guess he’s just happy to know someone who’s FAAAAAAAMOUS.

Fuck that, man. If this is going to be standard operating procedure for “The Gays” from here on out, I guess I’m going to have to look into a seminar with that guy who beats on sofas with his tennis racket and get him to magically turn me straight.

Well, it’s been a long time coming, I guess. I’ve never liked Mariah Carey, “America’s Next Top Model”, or even Janet Jackson. I don’t think Madonna farts gold dust and shits diamonds and has in fact put out some really, really mediocre albums. Perhaps it was inevitable.

I’ll miss kissing boys, but not enough to act like I think Ann Coulter is anything other than a human tape-worm lodged in the giant colon of world media.

So long, homosexuality. Thanks for everything. It was nice knowing you.