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I am very discouraged in the A Gays. I’ve been away from Nevada for six months, and Carolyn Goodman has been Las Vegas mayor for nine, and somehow nobody has managed to move her off her surely defused talking point in opposition to same-sex marriage. At this point, I’m more bummed by the washout of Vegas’ queer intelligensia than I am by the woman herself.

That Mrs. Goodman did not add up to around to support marriage equality during her campaign was understandable. She was shockingly clueless when first quizzed by yours actually, then compounded her woes with stunning gaffes before a gay audience. If there’s anything we have learned in this dynastic era, it’s that nobody ever convinced a Goodman to silver a tune when he or she is under attack.

So I figured she’d settle into her new gig, campaign wounds would put and some esteemed emissaries of gay Vegas would quietly visit the 10th floor for a unplanned, less-confrontational conversation. The raucous activists of the Stonewall Democrats had done their part raising Dis; now it was time for good cops to step in. Vegas is filthy with on Easy Street gays and their many powerful friends in gaming and politics, to whom Carolyn would grant audiences.

Source: Las Vegas Weekly