And since I don’t have an e-mail address for him, you all get to be the recipients of my vented spleen. So here then is an open letter to Paul Weyrich, of the Free Congress Foundation.
Dear Mr. Weyrich:
Since you seem to think that gays are preoccupied with sex, I thought that as a gay man, I would tell you, Mr. Weyrich, what occupies my thoughts:
I worry about my 16-year-old cat, Natasha, who has a thyroid problem and the early stages of kidney failure. She’s been with me since I was in college, and has been a reassuring presence in my life for longer than most people, Mr. Weyrich.
I worry about my niece, who is a smart and athletically gifted 13-year-old. I hope that she’ll be able to afford college when it’s time for her to apply, and I hope that I can help her out.
I think a lot about the state of the environment, Mr. Weyrich, and worry that our nation’s short-term interests ignore the long-term damage that we do to the planet for the sake of our own convenience.
I worry, Mr. Weyrich, that I do not express enough gratitude to my partner, who is more supportive in my pursuit of my writing than I could ever have imagined and more tolerant of my moods than I could ever be.
I worry a lot about my father, who is 64 and a veteran of the Vietnam War and a retired career Marine. He’s had a heart attack, Mr. Weyrich, along with a quadruple bypass and, after a recent hospital stay revealed, a small stroke at some point. He has bounced back every time from these crises and represents one of the most important touchstones in my life.
I think about how someone like you, Mr. Weyrich, pales in comparison to a man like him. I am disappointed that National Public Radio deigned to have you as a guest on their normally excellent and thoughtful program, All Things Considered, today. You have nothing constructive or of substance to contribute to the national dialogue; all you seem capable of, Mr. Weyrich, are bitterness, paranoia, and pettiness. Those are the refuge of cowards.
Your arrogance, Mr. Weyrich, is only surpassed by your ignorance, both of which, frankly, I find appalling. You are an idiot, and you need to fuck off.
Of course, since I’m a gay man and we are preoccupied with sex, perhaps I should amend that statement.
Fuck off a lot, Mr. Weyrich.
St. Louis, Missouri