David Phillips, an IT geek and cuddlicious bear in the DC area, spills the poop (literally) to Princess Sparkle Pony at Wonkette on the night back in 1987 when he made $20 off Larry Craig by taking the rear entrance to the Senator’s house. The very same Senator Larry Craig who is not gay and has never been gay.
“I followed [Craig] from The Follies to a Capitol Hill neighborhood, parking on the street no telling how far from his house. We walked up the alley and through the back door of a house, with him repeating several times, ‘You were never here. You don’t know me. Right?’ and me responding, ‘Right!’ in boyish submission. As we tiptoed from the back door to the stairs to the upper floor, as if somebody else was home, he turned to grope my crotch and brush my face with his hand.” The house’s decor led Phillips to believe that this was a married man: “The bric-a-brac with family pictures didn’t scream ‘old queen’ to me; it announced a woman’s influence. Still, we made our way upstairs.” (Continue reading)