towleroad: two posts on larry craig & homosexuality (751)
Minneapolis’ Newest Tourist Attraction: “Yes…Yes it is.”
What to do on your next layover, so to speak.
Slog reader Zach writes…
I found myself in the Minneapolis/Saint Paul International Aiport over the Labor Day weekend and couldn’t resist searching out the famous gay bathroom in which Sen. Larry Craig tapped his closeted little foot into infamy. The internet said the cruisy men’s room is located in the middle of Northstar Crossing, a shopping area just past the main security checkpoint as you’re heading to your gate.
It was real easy to find. As I stood there snapping photos with my camera phone an guy driving one of those little airport passenger cars slowed down to ask me why I was taking photos of the bathroom.
I said, “Well, this is the famous bathroom.”
He said, “Yes…Yes it is.” quite dryly and resumed his drive.
Zach enclosed a photo…
Cindy Adams on Larry Craig and Homosexuality
Gossip columnist Cindy Adams has a few words about Larry Craig in her Post column today, and they perked up our ears:
“I have nothing for this ruined ex- politico ex-senator ex-nice family man Larry Craig. Never met him. Never heard of him before. I don’t care a fig about him. I don’t care about Idaho either. I don’t even know where that is, other than you get to Chicago and make a left. Aside from a baked potato topped with sour cream, who-the-hell ever makes mention of Idaho? So, I have no horse in this race. It’s just that in my limited, not-very-smart view, his guilt is primarily hypocrisy. The rest of the crime, if in fact Craig is gay, is of our making. The tawdry solicitation leaves us partly to blame. Draping homosexuality in shame is what forces the weak to hide and lie and rail against it publicly in order to cover themselves privately. A guess would be he spoke and voted and campaigned against it in fear for himself. To draw a curtain around his own being. Those Enron guys probably didn’t start out bilking billions. They started small. A little here, a bit more there. It’s always the first step. Suddenly you’re in it up to your eyeballs. Same with this shivering little scared mess of a man. Terrified of his own self, he early on made one statement. Then maybe had to back it up. Then he maybe enlarged it. All in mortal dread that his innermost voice might make itself heard. Possibly someday, if all of us, each with our own demons, could wash away the stain of whatever tints our sexuality, this pathetic soul would never have picked a bathroom for a bedroom.”