For a long time now, I (and, I swear, other liberals) have appreciated the fact that Donald Trump, no matter how much we disliked him as President, was endearingly queer-coded.
Not to endorse stereotypes too much, but…we noted his epic celebrity feuds with people like Rosie O’Donnell and Anna Wintour. We noted his love of Broadway, especially * Evita* and
We noted his ease 𝕏giving dating advice to women on Wendy Williams. We noted that he had unparalleled sassposting game:
In 2024, I wrote, * We Miss Catty Sassy Trump*, bemoaning what many other liberals had pointed out: he was not meant to be the leader of the free world, he was meant to host a celebrity gossip talk show for an adoring audience of middle-aged women. Somehow, he was put on the wrong track, and he would have remained harmless and entertaining if he stuck to the sass, and stayed out of politics.
But—and this is important—we didn’t think (and I still don’t think) he actually was gay.
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