And To Be Honest, The Latter Is a Total Drag.

Tonight is the last night of Jewish Heritage Month. In an hour, Gay Pride Month begins.

The bewitching hour lands on a full blue moon peeking through the Jacaranda trees as I sit in the comfort of my bohemian Beverly Hills home, thinking lovingly back to when Gay Pride was prideful for me as opposed to whatever the fuck it is now.

I often joke that I’ve been grateful to be a refugee from New York City because I was there when it was still interesting. The 1970s drug-fueled, disco era. Ahh, the good old days.

As the clock struck midnight, I wondered if I had to make a decision about which month meant more to me.

Hands down, the answer was a no-brainer.

I am a proud Jewish Zionist before I am gay.

It’s who I am, not what I am, that matters most, especially since I no longer recognize much of what passes for the LGBT community today. What began as a badge of honor has devolved into something I barely recognize.

These days I like to say:

Because what started out feeling like a political party has become less of a party, and more anxiety-producing nonsense. What was once a movement grounded in liberation is now increasingly consumed by causes that have little to do with the struggle that brought us here.

In fact, there’s a term I’ve coined for where I find myself these........

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