The following column was originally entitled "Stuck in the Glamour Trap," but I decided to head this post what I had originally intended to call the column, and then, well, I chickened out.
Here's the beginning of the column. You can read the rest after the jump.
I yearn for the day when being an LGBT American is no more remarkable than being an Irish American. We would still be a definable group with an interesting and sometimes bitter history. We might even continue to hold parades every June. But the days of obsessing about politics would be long gone, because we would finally be equal. Obviously, we’re not there yet. Even more worrisome is the fact that we’re stuck in a trap that threatens to keep us from ever reaching that sweet day.
I call it the glamour trap. (Read more of this Lesbian Notions column at The Dallas Voice.)