Saturday, January 17, 2015


Many of us felt nauseous when we learned about the series on The Learning Channel called "My Husband's Not Gay." This is a reality show following mis-marriages in the Mormon community between gay men and straight women. Well, maybe the men aren't gay. Maybe they just have SSA. SSA stands for Same Sex Attractions. My slogan now is  "SSA rhymes with Gay." Is that a coincidence that it rhymes? I think not. It sounds kinda trendy. I think it's more hopeful when you tell a woman, "I suffer from SSA" instead of, "I suffer from homosexuality." Yep, that's a great way to hide the truth. Sort of even better than A-sexual, bisexual, confused sexual...etc.
Several gay organizations responded to the show by promoting this petition. Please cut and paste this into your browser and fill it out to stop the insanity. Over 127,000 people have done this--and we need more of you to be clear to TLC about your disgust
Here's the link to the petition.

In view of all of the confusion about homosexuality that is rising thanks to this show, several gay men proclaiming to be "experts" are riding on the bandwagon in conjunction to the show. Joe Kort, a gay therapist, has a website called "Straight Guise." You can find it at

It states: It's not a gay thing, it's a guy thing!

Straight Guise is about straight men who have sex with men who question their sexual orientation and are not gay. It is about the many reasons men engage in sexual contact with other men that are not about a homosexual identity.

Straight men cannot become gay and gay men cannot become straight. Gay men are not gay due to complicated childhood experiences such as sexual abuse or problematic parenting.

He goes on to state: There is a significant difference between sexual identity, sexual behavior, and sexual fantasy.
If you watch his video on this home page, you'll see how absurd his faulty thinking is. His logic is if a man is more turned on by men on a beach and says that women are blocking his view, he's gay. But if he says that if he likes looking at both, he's not gay. And when women look at women on the beach while they are with their husbands, they are really undressing them in their minds because they want to have sex with those women.
Personally, I don't understand women's sexuality which is why you never see me writing about it. I only understand men--and if they want a penis--they want gay sex. Call it what it is.

Jumping on the Joe Kort bandwagon is a gay therapist named Rick Clemons who used to support me many years ago, but after hooking up with Joe Kort decided it was profitable to adopt the philosophy that Kort could be right because after all, he broke his relationship with me claiming he thought I would send more business his way. Men who want to be straight when they are gay are far more profitable! Believe me! I know! People come to me asking for all kinds of miracles, but I won't do it. I will not make them suffer for more years living a lie that they want to hear. But if I did, think of how rich I could become!
Clemons has gone one step further into the realm of stupidity with his recent article on Yahoo called "Five Reasons Having a Gay Husband is a Good Thing."

I won't even waste your time here discussing this, but if you feel like fueling your angry feelings about a statement like this, feel free to paste this link into your browser:

Here is the point I want to make. I DON'T WANT TO LIVE WITH A MAN WHO WANTS A MAN. PERIOD. Does it matter that his identity is straight but he wants a penis? I don't think so. Does it matter that it's only a sex thing but not an emotional thing? I don't think so. Does it matter that watching men have sex with each other or even masturbate alone in gay pornography is what turns him on before he has sex with you? Yes, I do think it matters.
I don't care if all of these men are justifying their gay sexual behavior with this new terminology of "SSA" or any other ridiculous letters. I tell people (and  yes, repeating):

                                                SSA rhymes with GAY

About six years ago, a young man in his mid 20's who was in the service came to me because he was very confused about his sexuality.  This man had never had a sexual relationship with a woman before, but he was obsessed with a married man who had no interest in him. One time the straight man laid with him in bed--no touching or feeling--but as he slept his arm was around the gay man. He interpreted this into the married man wanting to have sex with him. There was no further physical contact between them.

The young gay man told me that he wanted to get married because he came from a strong Christian home where homosexuality wasn't an option. He didn't think he could ever really perform with a woman because he was so hung up with this married man.

Not to worry--he found Joe Kort. Joe charged him $200.00 an hour by telephone to make him feel better about that particular gay attraction. After two sessions, Joe Kort reassured him that he wasn't gay. The guy felt so much better that he decided to stop talking to me. After all, I was the voice of doom promising this man who had no passion for women that some poor inexperienced one would be suffering every day from his sexual rejection. After all, he never had a woman and he was hung up on a man.

All of us know the real truth. All of us know what it is like to live with a man who wants a man more than he wants us. Yes, it is confusing--to YOU. Not to your husband. He knows what he is out there doing even when he comes home to deny it to YOU. He feels reassured that if he can convince you, then he can convince himself. He doth protest much to much, dothent he? 

My ex used to tell people, "How could I be gay? I have a wife and two children." That was his cover up to people who were so sure of what they believed. They went away scratching their head thinking, "I guess he's right."

I will remind you all again of my philosophy:


Once you cross over it by wanting it, thinking about it, looking at it in porno, fantasizing about it, touching it, or letting someone play with it--you've crossed over to the gay side of life. I don't care how sweet you are or how miserable you are--your man has engaged in penis sex. Period. And remember, sex with a penis is GAY sex.
Any woman who wants to stay with a man who is engaging in gay sex--well, that's the choice you make. But don't expect the women who are part of my network to grin, bear it, or accept it!!!

The next article is really an eye opener for women with children. It was in the gay publication The Advocate in September 2013. One of my wonderful Straight Wives, Patti, posted this, and I thought everyone with children NEEDS to read it.

I Want My Dad to Finally Come Out
My dad is gay, and my mom won't face it, but his coming out could heal our family.
My father’s gay. As our nation stumbles steadily towards long-overdue legal equity for same-sex couples and their families, I’m grateful to know that doesn’t necessarily make me a rarity these days. My father’s gay. I’ve known since I was 16, when a confluence of events (his repeated “solo” trips to Key West, his membership at an all-male gym, the discovery of his Playgirl stash) forced my siblings and me to reevaluate our entire family dynamic. My father’s gay. In the 20 years since, I’ve shared those exact same words with my best friends, a few girlfriends, and a therapist who is, I’m quite certain, the closest thing I’ll ever have to an attentive paternal figure. It’s too bad I have to pay him.
I don’t normally lead with this information, but I’m not dishonest about it either. If you’re curious enough to wonder out loud how my parents have stayed married for 40 years, I’d tell you the truth: No, it’s not one of those marriage-takes-many-shapes “understandings” that’s keeping them together. That would at least be a step toward openness and acceptance. My father and mother are still married because he lies about his sexuality and she chooses to believe him. It wasn’t always this clear to me.
I’m the middle child of three. My brother and sister and I have analyzed our parents ad nauseam. We’ve had to. Over the telephone, over beers, on countless jogs, we’ve tried to make sense of our painfully confusing childhoods because we long to live genuinely. When it’s about my parents, my siblings and I speak to each other directly and hold back nothing. There is a palpable feeling of safety and trust that runs through and connects the three of us. There is also an immense sadness.
My father was abusive. That one’s a little more difficult to admit. I’m convinced that my dad knew who he was well before that long walk down the aisle in 1972 that led him into a legally binding relationship with a woman. He was trying to please his conservative parents. He was doing what he thought was right, and dare I say, normal. And although I’ve often been reluctant to call him a coward for folding under what must have been immense family pressure, I will not hesitate to stamp that word on him for the physical and emotional violence he subjected us to growing up. I’m convinced that my dad didn’t want kids before he impregnated his wife for the first time. Children know when they aren’t wanted. They might not be able to verbalize that void, but they feel it, and it shows. My grammar school teachers noticed. They could never figure out why I was always so distraught, and to be honest, at that age, neither could I.
My father wasn’t abusive because he’s gay. Of course not. My father was abusive because he had trapped himself in a life he hated, and he took his frustrations out on three defenseless kids. Coward.
When I was 16, my mother found several back issues of Playgirl in my father’s dresser drawer. He denied they were his and claimed he had come across the magazines on our apartment balcony. As you do. He was simply storing them until he had time to interrogate my brother and me about their origin. My father‘s a generally smart man. Unless he was so completely blinded by his own self-hatred, he had to have known that his teenage sons were rather obviously heterosexual. He only asked us about his stash because he told his wife he would. It was part of his cover story, and he was determined to see it through to the end. My brother and I offered up nothing more than genuine bewilderment.
I drew two sweeping conclusions from that incident, and they have since proven, time and again, to be sound: (1) My father may be intelligent, but he is also an extraordinarily bad pathological liar, and (2) He has no qualms whatsoever about using us, his children, to keep his secret. It explains a lot about his unending crusade to make his brood come off as squeaky-clean; why he had always gone ballistic when we brought home average grades or grew our hair too long or got into harmless sibling skirmishes in front of company — he used us as a shield. And whenever we threatened to poke a hole in that perfect facade, we never felt safe in our own home.
As young adults we grew stronger. For us, that didn’t mean going far from home for college. We stayed in New York City, close to my parents. We were determined to fix our family. Fifteen years ago, at the dining room table, my sister and I sat down with our mother and asked her if she thought her husband was gay. She thanked us for inquiring, told us she’d once before wondered about his sexuality, and assured us that it was nothing more than a temporary struggle that he would no doubt overcome. My sister and I shared a look as it landed on us hard — righting the ship was way beyond our capabilities.
We didn’t give up. We outed our father … to our father. I was 23 and working at my first publishing job when he called me at my desk to say he knew all about our conversation with Mom.
“Good. I’m glad you know. And I want to tell you something … all we want is for you to be yourself, Dad. We’ll be here for Mom if you need to take some time to figure things out. Just let our family be what it truly is, no matter how off-kilter that may look. It’s OK.”
He couldn’t do it. My mother accepted his weak admission of occasional “bisexual tendencies” and turned her head back toward the sand. The lies survived. And that was so strange to me. He knew we knew, but he had crafted too much deceit to stop. He was on automatic.
I moved away. Yes, my intimate circle knew the whole story and that helped, but we kept it from our extended family in an act of complicity that I’m still uneasy about. My parents, reverting to their roles, continued right on pretending. My father enabled my mother to be in denial while she enabled him to live a double life. When I’m exhausted, I sometimes think they’re perfect for each other. I moved away because it can’t be healthy to be in on such an all-encompassing masquerade starring your childhood tormentor.
Last fall I got a call from my sister. Had I noticed that Mom was acting belligerent and antisocial?  Sure, I said, but her marriage is a sham. Who wouldn’t be angry?  I don’t give my mother a pass — she failed to protect us and is willfully oblivious to so many wrongs — but I tend to see her side more often than not. My sister finds it easier to back my father now that he’s in his mid-60s, frailer, and noticeably miserable. With a lot of professional help and a hugely supportive partner, I’ve tried not to hold so tight to my parents’ lives. They are a mess, but they are adults, and the mess is their choice. I’ll see them once in a while, but I will not participate in any conversation that asks me to prop up their lie. This is what I tell myself. And I try to follow through. My success rate fluctuates. My sister has three daughters. It’s important to her that they know their grandparents in some capacity. My mother’s recent nastiness was threatening that bond, and so we took it upon ourselves to do what she can’t or won’t: We brought up my father’s sexuality one more time.
My mother played dumb (again), my father confided in me that he wished he weren’t gay (again), and my brother, wisely, stayed out of the whole deal. Ultimately, my sister and I encouraged them to see a couples counselor even though they were never much of a couple to begin with. I feel like I’m parenting my parents. They went to two sessions together before my mother decided she’d rather not face the truth.
My father still goes. Twice a week. Whether it helps or not, I have no idea; nothing has changed on the outside. The facade still stands. I think one of the saddest things about my dad is that he’s spent so much energy and effort hiding himself — he’s been so needlessly self-involved for so many years — that he’s failed on an epic level to ever get to know his children. And that failure keeps him blind to where he’s lucky. He asked me rather solemnly the other day (no doubt encouraged by his therapist) if I knew there was an emotional aspect to being gay. That broke my heart. Not only because we’ve been trying to embolden my father to come out for well over a decade, but also because he was so oblivious to my life, to the circles I socialize in, to the friends of all sorts that mean so much to me, to the person I am … he’s so oblivious to the life I’ve tried in vain to share with him that he needed to ask me a question whose answer would be glaringly obvious to anyone who knows me even mildly. His question broke my heart because it insinuated that my father doesn’t understand love, not for himself and not for us.
That’s when I knew that he might never do it. He was stuck in a dark room of his own construction, and I had to divorce myself from the notion that he’d someday be brave enough to use the light switch. I knew I had to let go and move on for good. I hope that distance gives me more steady days than angry ones; more days when I can wish my father the best and my mother strength as I continue building something of my own.
I hope that article will inspire you to rethink staying together for the sake of the children.
Bonnie's Straight Wives Talk Show News!

This month, in addition to my wonderful monthly guests Dr. Brian Hooper (last Sunday of the month) and Suzette Hinton Rearnon (first Sunday), I have two wonderful guests.

This Sunday - January 18th - Mary Ann Glynn who specializes in Post Traumatic Stress and has developed an app to help people through it. We will be talking about Additions--including sexual addictions. Here's the link: 

Next Sunday - January 25th - Wayne Besen, NationalGay Leader, who is one of the leaders against the "My Husband Is Gay" show. Wayne is awesome in fighting for gay men to accept themselves instead of marrying us. He is a real advocate for us!

To listen to the shows, go to and type in Straight Wives Talk Show into the search bar. The show is live at 10 p.m. EST, but you can listen anytime it is over!
Here are some interesting thoughts for you to cut out for the month!



Tuesday, January 6, 2015

The Controversy on TLC Regarding Gay Mormons

There's a lot of hoopla over the upcoming TLC program about gay Mormon men marrying straight Mormon women while the wives claim, "My Husband's Not Gay!" People's reactions range from "Crazy" to "Outrageous." I look at it as future members of my Straight Wives Club. 

So I'm thinking to myself that we have created this mess by once again using labels. "Gay" is a hard word to embrace for men who grow up in the church. It is not acceptable. Look, Marie Osmond couldn't deal with the church when they learned her daughter was a lesbian. And that's Marie Osmond! How much worse would it be for an unknown?

So now the Mormon church feels that it can have a victory by convincing gay men that they aren't really gay if they get married and procreate. Hmmm....that seems a little strange since I have been married to a gay man and procreated. Yep, gay and married.

But since these gay men have such a hard time accepting that they are gay due to the large stigma put forth by the Mormon Church, I would like to share with them my concept from a few years ago of changing all the terminology that may make things easier for everyone. Titles seem to be so controversial--a sexual, bisexual, confused sexual, metrosexual, and homosexual. So I would like to share my column from three years ago in hopes it will take away the confusion. Maybe the Mormon wives could rethink their position with this.

The "P" WORD
As my long time readers know, "DENIAL" is a very powerful thing. That's why so many of our women linger in relationships long after they should—seeking the "TRUTH" while wasting years of their lives that can never be returned. I'm not quite sure why so many of the women who come to me have to have "POSITIVE" proof before taking action to end their marriages to gay men. I always give them my standard line of, "Look for the symptoms, and you'll eventually find the cause of what is bringing toxicity to your marriage," or "Look for the clues, and you'll eventually find the evidence." I try to relate it to medical and legal terminology to make it simple.
And yet, women want so badly to believe that the worst is not the worst, but rather some mistaken moment of stupidity….weakness….boredom….mid-life crisis….past sexual abuse issues resurfacing…and so on and so on. Here's the funny thing. These women come to me looking for the truth, but when I give it to them "straight," they don't want to hear it. It's like I need to be challenged at least once a week by some woman who will insist that her situation won't be like the other ones I write about. After all, her husband has always been so good…so honest…such a good friend…you know the story. These women are way beyond swimming down the river of De'Nile; they are building a Mountain of DENIAL. I send them directly to those other groups on the Internet who sit and complain while they figure out why life is so much better living with a "Bi" man than "No" man.
One woman sent me an interesting thought. After gathering information about her husband's homosexuality and confronting him, he replied, "I'm not gay—I'm straight with problems."  Wow—a new category. Now I could add that to the "A" sexual," "Bi-Sexual," "Metro-sexual," "Limbo," and "Straight-Gay Man" categories that are taking up a lot of my mental time explaining to women, but I've come up with my new terminology that will stop men from having to pick and choose which column of the menu they are on at any given year or what rung they are standing on of the Kinsey scale while they are scaling up and down between 1 and 6.
From now on, we can call these men "Penis Men."  It's so simple—it's not a choice of where a man is, but rather of what he wants. We don't have to use that ghastly "G" word anymore—we can use the trendier and more upscale "P" word. If a man is thinking about it, viewing male porno sites, fantasizing about it, or actually acting on it, he's a "P Man." It sounds more honest than "Bisexual" and  gives no false hope that he's going to want you, a woman, more one day than he does a man.
"P Men" sort of sound like that Elton John song "Rocket Man." We can even change the words to our cause:
And I think it's gonna be a long long time
Till touching down there brings me round again to find
I'm not the man they think I am at home
Oh no no no I'm a Penis Man
Penis man burning out his fuse out there alone….
Since Elton John is an open "P Man," maybe he won't mind too much if I adapted those lyrics for the future.
Bottom line for our women—if he's a "P Man," you know that means he's a "G" man. But we'll let him think he's just a "P"!