…doing with a creep like that?
On April 13, the “rent boy” (whom we’ll call Lucien) arrived at Miami International Airport on Iberian Airlines Flight 6123, after a ten-day, fully subsidized trip to Europe. He was soon followed out of customs by an old man with an atavistic mustache and a desperate blond comb-over, pushing an overburdened baggage cart.
That man was George Alan Rekers, of North Miami — the callboy’s client and, as it happens, one of America’s most prominent anti-gay activists. Rekers, a Baptist minister who is a leading scholar for the Christian right, left the terminal with his gay escort, looking a bit discomfited when a picture of the two was snapped with a hot-pink digital camera.
I don’t have a problem with people who pay for “escorts;” hey, if that’s Mr. Rekers’s way of finding companionship, it’s his money. What I do have a problem with is someone making that money by demonizing millions of people — many of whom are able to find and build loving relationships without the use of a valid credit card — just because they’re gay or lesbian. Hypocrites like that deserve all the scorn and public shame we can muster. Not because they’re closeted and have their own demons to deal with, but because they find an outlet by shaming and harming others, all the while taking a trip to Bermuda with someone whose affection they rent by the hour.
“Lucien” may have been hired to “carry his luggage,” but methinks Mr. Rekers has an awful lot of baggage.
HT to Balloon Juice.