I don’t watch many sports on TV. Actually, I really only watch one sport on TV, that one being baseball. So, excuse me for not knowing who Mary Carillo is, because upon a cursory Google search of her name, I discovered she is a pretty well known sports commentator (I keep spelling it “commentater” and then thinking of tater tots) and former professional tennis player.
My reason for Googling her, though, was to try and determine if she was out (as in “gay”) publicly because GODDAMN did my gaydar go ping ping ping. PingpingPINGPING. Actually, the first segment that I watched with her, I spent most of the segment trying to figure out if she was a man or a woman. Her deep voice and androgynous style had much to do with that, though I kept thinking, “If that is a guy, his haircut is really gay.” You can hear her speak on this clip, and if I had told you it was two men commentating, I’ll bet you never would have batted an eyelash:
So, after all this, I was pretty surprised to find out that she is not, apparently, gay at all. Though she is a big advocate for gay and lesbain rights. Also, she is not transgender, as some people have apparently suspected. Though she did make a wonderful quote regarding Renee Richards, a transgender woman who played on the pro tennis tour: “I don’t see what the fuss is about. So what if she’s Jewish?” So, at least we know that she is open-minded.
She is apparently a (heterosexual) divorced mother of two. But seriously, this woman is not gay? Can my ‘dar be that off? So, I have decided that, in my mind at least, Mary Carillo is gay. Because, clearly, could she be anything else?
I know I am making stereotypes and yada yada yada, but come on. You GO, (gay) girl!
I'm Britni, a snarky bitch and generally awesome person. I write about sex, love, and bullshit. If sex-positivity, discussions about BDSM and kink, queer issues, and topics that are completely inappropriate by society's standards make you uncomfortable, then this blog is not for you.
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I hated the Mary Carillo Olympic pieces so much that I googled her with hopes that some gifted writer could properly express the intense negative feelings I feel when I watch her. Yours was not what I was looking for, but you seem good looking in the corner pic so I commented. And I liked your second sentence with PINGS. I thought it was funny, and at that point I still assumed you were a dude.
I mean I thought you were a dude because at that point I hadn't seen your picture. I have made the adjustments to where my name is just Mike V, but your blogs will hold my full name for posterity.