I won’t pretend I’m not attracted to smart, Jewish men. And articulate atheists who are capable of sitting across from the likes of Bill O’Reilly and resist the temptation to deliver a crippling throat-kick to that lying, belligerent blowhard. I also won’t pretend I’m not attracted to writers who can take insanely complex issues and distill them with not just clarity but passion, too. And brave iconoclasts who risk so much through unpopular truth-telling. I won’t pretend I’m not attracted to lone voices of reason advocating conversational intolerance of unsupportable arguments. And if they’re really handsome, too?








Ooh. Pretty.
A very dear friend of mine is a smart atheist who was raised Jewish. He’s a very political lefty (that’s how we met – political activism). And he’s pretty damned hot (bears a passing resemblance to David Duchovny). And yes, I pant after him regularly. So I certainly know wherefrom you speak.
Sigh.