Comedienne Wanda Dykes Sykes officially came out of the closet on Saturday, revealing that she married her long-time partner shortly before the passage of Proposition 8 banning gay marriage in the state of California. She said (via E! Online):

“You know, I don’t really talk about my sexual orientation. I didn’t feel like I had to. I was just living my life, not necessarily in the closet, but I was living my life.

[But then] I got pissed off. They pissed me off. I said, ‘You know what? Now I gotta get in your face.’ And that’s what we all have to do now. They pissed off the wrong group of people. They have galvanized a community… Instead of having gay marriage in California, we’re going to get it across the country.”

When my wife and I leave California, I want to have my marriage also recognized in Nevada, in Arizona, all the way to New York. How can you stop people from loving each other? I am proud to be a woman. I’m proud to be a black woman and I’m proud to be gay.”

What was that? I’m sorry, I wasn’t listening. I was busy trying to bury the image of Wanda Sykes muff-diving some be-flanneled she-beast somewhere deep in my subconscious. I’m sure there’s still room in there between “summer camp with Father O’Houlian’” and “that time in high school when I found my mom’s dildo.”

Speaking of she-beasts, here’s Kim Kardashian with sister Kourtney and that dumb twat from “Laguna Beach” in Miami this weekend: