She kisses her wife.
She takes her Oscar and speaks with confidence.
She tanks her wife.
...and the hate activists of the right start to sweat ... veins start to throb on their temples ... hair stands on end on the backs of their necks ... as they are aroused by visions (in their imaginations) of (hot) woman-on-woman action, and they start to plan their bellows of outrage that they should have to suffer such arousal.
Melissa Etheridge delivers the kiss that triggers wingnut howls heard 'round the world.
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