Marcus Bachmann, what’s in your closet?
For the second time, a horde of gay barbarians descended on Marcus Bachmann’s psychology clinic. Today the clinic was ready for the sexy savages, locking the doors and leaving the barbarians at the gate. Last time the heathen mob encroached, the clinic waiting room was sprinkled with glitter. Oh teh horror! Teh horror!
The flash mob was suddenly met by a dapper gray-haired man in a suit who swinging a whip as he feebly attempted to discipline the glitter-bombing barbarians. Then overcome by his feelings–a strange stirring in his loins, a love that dare not speak its name, maybe he was born this way?–the Marcus Bachmann impersonator fell to his knees mid-exorcism, ecstatically receiving a sparkling glitter baptism before rising, then dancing to Lady Gaga with his new-found friends, free at last from the shackles of denial.
Carl Atiya Swanson, the actor who played Bachmann in Thursday’s street theater piece told City Pages:
I think [Marcus] and Michele sort of exemplify a great tragedy in the American ethos, which is that they believe in freedom but only in the ways they want to be free. That’s my main problem with their politics. It extends, obviously, to Marcus specifically for his use of ‘reparative’ and ex-gay therapy, which is a farce that ends in tragedy
Nick Espinosa, the piece’s organizer said:
It was a response to Marcus and Michele Bach’s continual dodging of questions relating to the therapy that’s happening at their clinic. Until they stop stonewalling and come clean with the American people about what’s happening at that clinic they can continue to expect people to keep standing up against what they’re doing.