Be Queer, Johnny Weir.

In want of something fabulous? Try Johnny Weir ice dancing to “Poker Face.” His pout inspires.

And so does his response to the sports commentators that insulted him for his lack of “masculinity.” Weir’s sentiments are particularly encouraging to troubled queer youth in light of another beauty pageant contestant using Leviticus to justify legal discrimination. Bear with me, gentle readers, while I run a quick quote-compare analysis:

“I just felt like I had to make a comment and a statement saying that I hope more kids can grow up the same way that I did, and more kids can feel the freedom that I did to be themselves and to express themselves and…that’s the message that I want to come out of all of this.”

and

“I aspire to try to be a teacher to my young fans who felt just like I felt when I was younger…I felt like a freak…I want to liberate them. I want to free them of their fears and make them feel like they can create  their own space in the world.”

The top is Johnny Weir’s response; the bottom is from Barbara Walter’s interview with Lady GaGa–two performers often ridiculed for their allegedly “insane” dress or behavior.

And yet their priorities (when scrutinized) could not be more well-reasoned or more well-articulated.

Another quote comparison:

“Within our religion Christianity, it says for–mumble mumble–is death, but also there is definitely forgiveness and mercy from Jesus himself.”

and

“Well I think it’s great that Americans are able to choose one way or the other. We live in a land where you can choose same-sex marriage or opposite marriage. And, you know what, in my country, in my family, I think that I believe that marriage should be between a man and a woman, no offense to anybody out there. But that’s how I was raised and I believe that it should be between a man and a woman.”

Those are from Laura Ashley and Carrie Prejean, respectively. “Opposite marriage?” “Mumble mumble?” Is a lack of eloquence the new indicator for religiously motivated homophobia? Perhaps there’s a reason why Fred Phelps limits his church’s motto to three words. The fuckers can’t finish a longer sentence.

I apologize for a lack of snark today, gentle readers. Ran out of red wine yesterday.