Come Out, Come Out, Wherever You Are!
Posted by Jess McGuire at 3:09 PM on July 27, 2007
A rainbow-coloured frenzy of reporting is happening all around the country with news splattered across the nation's papers of Australia Woman's Weekly Editor-At-Large and all round "hot lady" Deborah Hutton, in the midst of grieving for her brother who recently died unexpectedly, being yanked from her comfortable shoe-stocked cupboard and outed as She Who May Be Something More Than Roomies With Her Female Hockey Playing Associate.
A Sydney Sunday gossip item alleged Hutton had broken off a lesbian relationship with her live-in partner of seven years, gold medal-winning hockey player Danni Roche, saying the top-rating TV star had moved on to a relationship with an equally "high-profile television personality".
But while our Sydney colleagues tell us the story has been the talk of the town, in an extraordinary move Nine and Hutton's manager and former boyfriend, Harry M. Miller, rekindled interest yesterday by releasing a joint statement pleading for privacy.
"It is with great sadness and disappointment that such an admired person as Deborah has become the target of vicious rumour and speculation in regards to her private life," it read.
Is the vicious part the lesbian bit, or the allegations she's moved on quickly with another closeted famous lady? Or is it simply the timing of it all?
Personally, we think it'd be marvellous for Deborah's fans, perhaps more conservative older folk, to realise that The Gays come in all sorts of shapes and sizes, and anyone - ANYONE - could quite literally be one! And if they can "admire" someone like Deborah Hutton and she turns out to be partial to the occasional lady-dive, then perhaps they can open their minds and begin to respect all decent people regardless of their sexual preference.
Of course, you'd think Australian Woman's Weekly readers would be used to things not being what they initially appear to be, considering they're only able to purchase the magazine on a monthly basis.
The big question is... who's the equally high profile television personality they're talking about?

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