Posts tagged marcus bachmann
Posts tagged marcus bachmann
Barbarians form a flash mob at Marcus Bachmann’s pray-the-gay-away clinic, dancing to Lady Gaga’s Born This Way and “baptizing” a Marcus Bachmann look-alike with glitter. Need I say more?
Damn The Gays™ and their amazing choreography and their fabulous senses of humor! It’s just not fair if you’re a Bachmann, is it?
Yeah… My first reaction:
My second reaction:
Your privileged whines about middle America having no influence do not amuse me.
My third reaction:
If you can’t handle gay people in the media talking about gaining civil rights, there’s a sure-fire way to shut them up: Allow them to exercise their civil rights like everyone else and treat them as human beings. Just sayin’.
And “Marcus Bachmann” is coming on my radio show! And I have rainbow-sprinkled cupcakes!
Commence celebratory gif!
Who knew Marcus Bachmann had fashion sense?
Shopping help comes from another quarter, as well. Before Vice President Dick Cheney’s visit this past summer, Bachmann’s husband, Marcus, hit the stores - “he’s got a good sense of style” - and came home with “a sleek, simple hourglass dress with a yoke collar in winter white.” He even bought a matching coat and shoes. “I just slipped it on.”
The media attention on the harmful ex-gay therapy performed in Dr. Marcus Bachmann’s Christian counseling clinic shines new light on a law his wife tried to pass when she was in the Minnesota state Senate in 2006. The “Minnesota Expanded Health Care Practices Act for Licensed Health Care Professionals” (SF 2984) sought to create a legal right to “expanded health care,” defined as any treatment or approach “not generally considered to be within the prevailing minimum standards of care of a profession or that are not standard practices of a profession in a particular community.” It also would have established legal protections for any practitioners who offered such expanded health care.
So I could have done brain surgery out of my garage if this law passed. Pretty sure it meets the criteria. In all seriousness, imagine the possibilities here… it makes me shudder.
COMMENTARY: Truth Wins Out activist John Becker took a hidden camera with him to five therapy sessions at a Christian counseling center run by Marcus Bachmann.
By John Becker, op-ed contributor
The organization I work for, Truth Wins Out (TWO), fights anti-LGBT religious extremism and the “ex-gay” myth. We’d been receiving questions about the Bachmann clinic and reparative therapy for months, and they only grew more intense after the June 13 GOP presidential debate in New Hampshire. Like everyone else, we were aware of the rumors and that no one had yet been able to independently verify them. TWO Executive Director Wayne Besen decided that we were going to obtain that verification: I was to go undercover to Bachmann & Associates in Lake Elmo, MN posing as someone seeking counseling for homosexuality, schedule as many appointments as I could, and document what went on during my appointments with hidden cameras.
When I called Bachmann & Associates to schedule my initial appointment, I told the receptionist who answered the phone that I was struggling with homosexuality. She referred me to Timothy Wiertzema, a counselor at the clinic, and scheduled me for a June 23 appointment.
I decided that the wisest course of action was to make my story fit as closely as possible to my own experience. Of course I’d have to embellish a bit and make a few things up, but it stood to reason that the closer the story I told was to the truth, the easier it would be for me to keep track of what I had said. After all, I was once a deeply-closeted teenage Catholic boy awakening to my own sexual orientation, terrified of what it might mean, too ashamed to tell anyone, and desperate to change it by any means necessary; although those memories are now far behind me, it was surprisingly easy to bring them back and put myself in a similar mental and emotional place. Still, I’d never done anything like this before. As the date of my departure grew nearer, my excitement and nervousness mounted. Could I pull it off? Would the cameras be well-hidden enough? Would they figure out what I was up to? What would we find? I packed my bags, made my social network profiles unsearchable, bid adieu to Michael, my husband of more than five years, and boarded a flight to Minneapolis to find out.
This story is incredible.
For the 100% Homotastic anon below… here’s your Blingee! He’s totes gorgeous, no?