Jennifer Abel, the Feral Genius who often comments here, has written an absolutely hilarious post about Andrew Shirvell and his obsession with Chris Armstrong. A taste:
So gay guys must learn to recognize subtle cues indicating a man’s a potential sex partner, like “he wears an earring in a certain lobe” or “he’s a right-wing political or religious figure who spends lots of time lambasting the evils of homosexuality.” Ted Haggard. Larry Craig. They know what I mean.
That said, even the most finely tuned gaydar occasionally shows a false reading, so I cannot state with absolute certainly that Michigan assistant state attorney general Andrew Shirvell is a homosexual so far in the closet he’s conquered Narnia. What I can say about Shirvell is this: something about hunky college boy Chris Armstrong, the University of Michigan’s first openly gay student-body president, dumped an economy-sized can of obsessiveness into whatever’s simmering in the pressure cooker of Shirvell’s brain.
And if there’s a funnier turn of phrase than “spray your white-hot homosexual agenda all over me” I have yet to encounter it.