I just returned from a whirlwind weekend in LA where I attended Outfest - the Gay & Lesbian Film Festival. It was great. Did the booze-n-schmooze, connected with some really talented and interesting people and had a guy announce to me and the group I was with, upon learning my family pedigree, that he and I have slept with the same man.
A girl can't hear that enough.
This same guy, later that night, drank himself sideways and announced to another group that I was making a movie about my mother that died of AIDS. Wow.
So, there I was at a pool party at Outfest when my friend looked at his blackberry and read to me that a gay couple had been arrested for kissing on the cheek at Salt Lake City's temple square. Nice.
I get that they weren't arrested for the kiss - they were arrested for fighting back after being asked to leave the property for the kiss. I probably would have argued too. And I get that if you are in handcuffs and “unleash a flurry of profanities” at those that are holding you prisoner they aren't going to like it. But sometimes those things just can't be helped.
I involuntarily unleash a flurry of profanities when I'm on temple square too.
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