Gay Pride

Last week Betty White outed Cary Grant on the Joy Behar Show. They were talking about how everyone in Hollywood knew Rock Hudson was gay and Betty White, seemly accidentally, remarked that there was a similar situation surrounding Cary Grant’s sexuality. Considering Betty is 88, it is conceivable she could have accidentally outed him and this was not a publicity stunt.

There has been speculation regarding Cary Grant’s sexuality for years, and he was connected to such heartthrobs as Randolph Scott, who lived with him for years.

Cary Grant was married five times to some beautiful and talented women including heiress Barbara Hutton and actress Betsy Drake.

Heiress Barbara Hutton

It seems he had an active sex life with all of his wives and even produced a daughter named Jennifer (who became a soap opera actress). Betsy Drake when asked about Cary’s sexuality stated:

Why would I believe that Cary was homosexual when we were busy fucking? Maybe he was bisexual. He lived 43 years before he met me. I don’t know what he did.

Of course she could be lying to protect him, but I am going to hold onto the bisexual story so I can still fantasize about getting it on with his ghost.

To put this in perspective for those of you who are not obsessive TCM viewers (as I am) Cary Grant was a gigantic star. His fame would be comparable to a Brad Pitt or George Clooney, but in my book, way more talented and handsome. He was the quintessential leading man and was the king of both screwball comedy and suspense. He was also the master of the double entendre.

In Bringing Up Baby looking for his bone:

One of the best double entendre’s in cinema history found in North By Northwest

I have been in love with Cary Grant for years and always say I will marry a man just like Cary Grant. He often had headstrong leading ladies and in His Girl Friday Cary Grant and Rosalind Russell are partners in both their professional and personal lives, pretty revolutionary stuff for 1940.

It seems I am doomed to always fall for the homosexuals. I mean there were some definite warning signs.

Happy Pride everyone! Maybe I will find my Cary Grant this weekend, and at least become his hag.