Explaining the North Carolina Vote: They were afraid of the Sugar Dandies.
by pinkagendist
If you’re in America (and not part of a pro anti gay marriage campaign) you probably haven’t seen an entire British audience cheering on the Sugar Dandies. A gay couple. A pair of middle-aged men who have been together for 16 years. They’ve been married for five. Soren, who’s Scandinavian, is a psychologist. Bradley, who’s American, is a theatrical manager. Together they are the Sugar Dandies and what they do is come up with questionable ballroom dancing routines. The objective of their routines is obvious. What they’ve aimed to do all along is destroy the traditional marriages of people in North Carolina.
They first met in 1996 at a Gay Chorus Festival in Tampa, Florida. They claim it was love at first sight- but North Carolinians know it was not so. It’s not that Soren wanted to be with Bradley and Bradley with Soren. The couple realized that what they felt for each other, wasn’t actually about them- at all. Their relationship was about other people’s marriages, primordially about the marriages of members of the Christian Right who reside in North Carolina.
So their plot began. Bradley joined Soren in London. They decided ballroom dancing was the perfect gay-tool to attack traditional marriage. Their second gay-tool was their taste in clothing. The third, cheesy photographs. Their coup de grâce against traditional marriage was their appearance on Britain’s Got Talent. Simon Cowell immediately knew what they were up to. They were trying to question his heterosexuality. He rolled his eyes in an effort to expose them and prove his hetero-credentials.
The problem was that David Walliams was also on the panel of judges. If you’ve watched his show, Little Britain, you’re aware he’s also trying to destroy traditional marriage by making straight-married-men fall in love with Matt Lucas who plays a character called The Only Gay in the Village. You can see from Matt’s picture here on the right how far Walliams will go to normalize homosexuality. The Only Gay in the Village character is obviously designed to look like the average North Carolinian. Men from that state are supposed to look at him and think: “That could be me! I’d look just like that if I wore rubber shorts and a stretch lace top! I’m going to leave my cousin, who’s also my wife, and sign up for a homosexual lifestyle!”
You’re probably wondering how I know all of this, so I have an admission to make. I too am a part of Soren and Bradley’s campaign to destroy traditional marriage. When Mike and I decided to live together it had nothing to do with wanting to be together. Our real aim was to call into question the heterosexual marriages of North-Carolinians. When our lawyer drew up a contract making Mike my universal heir and me his universal heir, that had nothing to do with our lives and our property. It was a move designed to de-stabilize North Carolinian heterosexual marriages. That picture of Mike pointing at me at a dinner party… He was actually asking me how many hetero-marriages (in North Carolina) I was able to destroy that evening. I explained to him I had been eating and then telling people about the Zmurko I’d bought- but I had my eye on someone whose hetero- marriage might be threatened
by
…our marriage…
Reblogged this on My husband with Benjie and Cristy.
Love this.. Love them and hey, they met in the town I currently reside..
and that pic of Matt in the combat boots is priceless..
North Carolina lost muy points in my book.
I’m dying!! Love this so much!
Reblogged this on soultwist.
Laughed and signed
Aww that was sweet.
I attended a taping of “America’s Got Talent” (I made it on air for a couple seconds!) and sadly the American audience was not so receptive of gay acts, including a gay men’s chorus who never made it onto the air.
Also how dare you give away the secrets of the Homosexual Agenda? There goes our element of surprise.
Isn’t every chorus a gay men’s chorus?
I wouldn’t know. I have the singing ability of a toad. But from what I see on TV there seem to be few token straight dudes in glee clubs.
They’re called “bi-sexuals”, that’s the phase before someone is willing to admit they’re homosexual
this post had me in stitches through out!
beautiful video though..
That pair illustrates gay-unions in such a “normal”, people next door sort of way… It’s good for people to see.
In order to defend Matt Lucas from NC-directed sarcasm, I’ll have to admit that I’ve seen some outfits (and bodies in them) very similar to this in my home state. Change the lace to mesh, make the boots camouflage, and I’d swear he went to my high school, and was completely straight.
I loved the video. And I agree, it’s essential that each partner lifts the other in order to break out of the heteronormative structure of ballroom dancing.
As far as I know, my marriage is the only one threatened by homosexuality, and that’s only because I figured out I was gay after I was married to a woman. Frankly, passing Amendment One doesn’t make me want to patch things up with her; it makes me want to leave the state.
Where have you been?
Down East, visiting the family, using phrases like “Y’all doin’ all right?” and “Yeah, we’re aaaaight.” Needed a change of scene and society after the catastrophic end of semester and voting results. Wasn’t really helpful, so I’m back home (and to the internet) a couple of days early.
I thought you’d fled to NY and eloped with a gay stripper (or something)
No such luck this time. My gay stripper lover will have the internet in his apartment, unlike my mother’s single-wide, so I’ll be posting constantly (Kind of like Richardson’s Pamela). I always do when I have a new experience.
If you ever make it to the continent, you MUST come to dinner, or for a weekend or holiday or something.
I’m working on it. I loved the pics of your place. You’ll have to check out gluten-free dining options, but I understand that’s significantly easier in Europe than it is in, say, Hong Kong.
I can cook without gluten. We’re near Africa but this isn’t the jungle ya know…
Yeah yeah, whatever you say. I saw the palm trees in the background; I know the truth. You’re really hiding the pet monkeys when you have guests over, and your blurriness comes from yellow fever, not alcohol.
LOL, I’ve always wanted a monkey or a tiger, but Mike won’t let me.
They’re both liable to eat your face off while you sleep, so I kind of see his point. There have to be compensations for that risk, though; otherwise people wouldn’t keep them as pets.
I’ve never intended on having a long life, though. I’m pretty sure that with all the damage I’ve done to myself I’m on borrowed time already. A tiger might be a convenient out once I decide the me in the mirror no longer matches the me I see when I close my eyes.
Don’t let that be the deciding factor–I gain and lose weight quickly, and every few years I scare myself with how fat I’ve gotten. My self-image and my mirror-image rarely match. I’ve never really wanted a long life either, but I’d hate to _survive_ having my face eaten off by a tiger, or to wake up in the middle of it, not dead yet.
I thought you were fantastically thin.
Often, I am. I’m on the downswing now–my waist drifts between 29″ (end of 2009) and 35″ (middle of 2005). I was back up to 33 or 34 in November, and I’m now back around 31. I have to keep clothes in a few different sizes to keep from requiring a new wardrobe every other year. My face, though, seems to bulk up more quickly than the rest of me, and chubby cheeks make me look my oldest brother, who actually used the phrase “she wanted to work him like a nigger” this weekend–not the face I want looking back at me in the bathroom.
I used to be a 29, from when I was 21 to last year, now I’m a 31 going on 32.
Your brother’s phrase is still very common in Spain/Portugal, people say “he trabajado como un negro”, which I suppose is a little bit better. Another common one is “tiene un pie en la cocina”- which means someone has one foot in the kitchen. That probably doesn’t make sense to an American ear, but it means mixed race. The individual descends from someone whose place was the kitchen…
Our history of race relations, particularly in the South, makes his comment a little more offensive, though. Businesses can get shut down if the owner uses the word in public, because no one wants to associate with such a racist. My brother is the only person under sixty I’ve heard use the word in a not-hip-hop sense without seeming to feel the immediate, crushing weight of communal disapproval. A white boy using that phrase at my school growing up would have gotten his ass kicked every day for the rest of his life.
In Brazil, negro is much less culturally fraught because it’s just the word for the color (though preto was more common where I lived). I would imagine the same is true in Iberia.
Did I tell you Mike spent a year in NC before he went to Oxford? He went to a college called Davidson in a cultural exchange program. It was the late 60′s. Some of his classmates were proud Klansmen and tried to get him to join.
I’ve been there–I went to a summer camp at Davidson. I can’t say I’m surprised about the Klan influence at that time. It’s much less now.