The Batshit Phelpses, And What Else You Can Expect From Gay Marriage Day
So, the Phelpses are already out in front of City Hall in San Francisco and SFist has already posted an interview (“Tim Russert promoted the fag agenda…”). Looks like they’re going to be here tomorrow when the clerk’s office opens at 9AM, and not making it to Contra Costa until later, or perhaps they’re splitting their time, with their poor brainwashed spawn and crazy Shirley in tow and those downright HILARIOUS signs. We’re looking forward both to greeting them, and to greeting the throngs of gays and lezzies happy to finally be getting legally hitched tomorrow. Look here to The Sword for some live-blogging of events in the streets, photos and some exclusive video footage of the great circus that will be San Francisco City Hall tomorrow.
In the meantime, please appreciate our mixtape.
Just in time for the California gay wedding announcement, the long-anticipated coupling of Zeb Atlas and 
We have a deep appreciation for Rock Hudson and all the other “perpetual bachelors” of mid-century America, and feel a certain kinship with the proto-homos of yore. We understand that prior to AIDS and parades, we weren’t exactly on the suburban radar, but, uh,
Gus Van Sant’s Harvey Milk biopic-starring Sean Penn as Milk with James Franco as his lover Scott Smith, Emile Hirsch as fellow activist Cleve Jones, and Josh Brolin as City Supervisor and Milk murderer Dan White-has been shooting in San Francisco the past few weeks, heavily using the Castro for location shoots. We have to admit to a certain amount of excitement over seeing the recreation of the era (sexual and otherwise) nearest and dearest to the collective gay heart. Also, after the jump: Sean Penn and James Franco shirtless and hugging!