I admit that I haven’t been much interested in following the Gov. McGreevey case this week, despite the fact that Golan what’s his face is really cute. I mean, look at him. Even you straight guys are feeling a little stirring, I’ll bet. Who wouldn’t trade a cushy government job for a little piece of that?
Michael Musto in the Village Voice brings me up to date: evidently, the pretty boy in all of this drama is claiming to be straight.
Um, okay.
Adding fuel to the flaming-queen flames, the guy, Golan Cipel, then swore he was the victim of predatory advances and horny vindictiveness, and by the way he isn’t gay, no matter how close he lives to Don’t Tell Mama! (Not that it matters if people call him gay, blah blah blah.)
… Charitable gay person Michelangelo Signorile—the godfather of outing and a talk show host on Sirius Satellite Radio’s OutQ—has his own problems with all the McGrievances in the air. “What I hate,” he told me, “is that in every one of these stories, there’s always an evil queen doing something horrible.” Or two evil queens? “Well, there are several possible scenarios here,” he offered. “One could be that Cipel is telling the truth and he just wanted to work and McGreevey started harassing him. I’ve written about harassment—it’s so typical of closet cases.
“Or it could be the complete opposite, where Cipel’s been extorting McGreevey from the get-go. How do we know his jobs were not based on maybe one sexual romp in Israel and the next morning this nut says, ‘I have pictures of this. I want a job’? The reality is probably somewhere in the middle.”
Cipel’s “straightness” reminds me of a guy (let’s call him Dave) I met a few weeks ago. He came in to the restaurant with a friend of a friend, an older guy in his 50s. “Dave” was in his 20s. He was staying at the older guy’s apartment, and they’d been… well, coupling.
And “Dave” has a wife and a kid, and another kid coming, but took off across the country for no apparently good reason, living in parks and dancing in gay clubs.
He was making plenty of “I’m straight” noises, and yet…
Of course, there’s a label for guys like this, and like Golan Cipel: Gay for Pay.
