America I am speaking to you today as a
“Gay American”. Those now famous words have been swirling in my
mind over the past few days. After laying low for the past few months
Jim McGreevey is back in the limelight of his own making – pushing
his new self-help book “How not to get caught cheating on the wife
with another man” on Oprah and showing off his new found homo-ness
on the cover of The Advocate which features the headline, “Happy at
After failing Gay America, McGreevey
has the nerve to want to sell us his story – and it’s a happy
one. How could this be?
For a fresh perspective I decide to
ring-up Bobby. After the usual formalities and a small side step on
the matter of an upcoming birthday, I find an opportunity ask my
“What do you think of McGreevey?” I
“I like him. I caught his Oprah
interview on YouTube.com.” Bobby replies.
Stunned I ask why. “McGreevey was a
victim of our homophobic society, he rose to power anyway and then
stood up and told everyone who he really was. What he was really
saying was ‘Screw you old farts!’ I like that”
“McGreevey,” I reply, “was no
victim. The victims were the good gay people of NJ who suffered under
his self-imposed homophobia and self-hatred, the victims of McGreevey
included his wife and children who innocently accepted him as husband
and father. If McGreevey was a true hero he would have stood against
homophobia while in a position of power as the Governor of NJ where
he could have elected to do some good, he could have been a hero to
his family by being honest with them at a point in his life before he
married and fathered. McGreevey stood up and said ‘Screw you old
farts’ when he got caught with his hands in the cookie jar. That
does not take much courage!”
“You’re right, you’re always
right.” Bobby answers, with a slight tone. And then adds, “Greedy
“Gree-dee McGre-veee,” I announce.
“Mc-Gre-vaaaaaay!” Bobby adds with
Just then the second line rings, I
answer it. It’s Dan.
“What’s up?” He says.
“Not much, you?” I reply.
“OOOOH, what’s with the mood?”
“No mood, just…well, Bobby’s on
the other line,” I say.
“OOOOH, can’t keep Bobby waiting
for me! That’s for sure,” Dan hisses.
“OK,” I say, shaking my head, “you
need to STOP. Bobby is helping write an article on McGreevey.”
“Who’s McGreevey?” Dan asks.
“Exactly,” I respond. Then think,
“Exactly why I did not call you!”
“So spill.” I demand.
“You going up to Buffalo Bowl
“No, I’m writing my article on
McGreevey,” I state.
“It’s NOT a real magazine, you
know,” Dan says, appalled. “It’s ten cent wing night and Paul’s
gonna be there.”
There’s a pause, then I relent. “OK.
I’ll meet you there at ten. If you get there first save us a table
in the balcony, I want a good view of that ass that won’t quit!”
I guess then, when it comes to
McGreevey I will need to wait for the book tour and read all about
it. Then, Gay America, you can judge for yourself.