To prevent Constance McMillen from bringing another girl as her prom date, her school district canceled the prom.l canceled the prom. When a judge ruled that the couple could not be barred, the district offered a private, parent-sponsored event, but duped McMillen and others into going to a separate country-club event while the other students allegedly had their prom at a , secret location.
Article here.
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Pardon me for a moment, but I smell some serious "pwnage" (I said it, I'm sorry). I had to get that out before the lock.

http://www.gamingw.net/forums/index.php?topic=11194.0
mod can lock tthis noww

aside from being a really awkwardly worded way of describing the events that take place in the story, I don't see why this should part of that topic, considering that is a current news item, whereas most of the material in that topic is about things that aren't particularly news, but rather are for the purposes of learning and informing about things that are related to the news, but are not necessarily news themselves.  That being said, even if this topic were to get locked, I really hope that that topic doesn't become a catch-all for any articles ever, because I feel like it would eventually just turn in to (if it hasn't already) into the sort of thing that is a collection of links that nobody other than the OP is going to read. 

You know, I know quite a few girls who brought other girls as "dates" to my prom. None of it was lesbianic(is that a word? I don't think so. It also sounds offensive. Sorry!) but rather they couldn't find any other dates/were best friends.
I keep getting more and more evidence pointing towards the fact that my high school was perhaps the best high school in America

but yeah, an established non-lesbian same-sex date is almost universally considered Not A Problem except probably in the most religious right places. the same cannot be said for non-gay male-male prom dates, you gotta take a female friend or go alone

nah there were a few of those non-gay male-male prom dates at my school too and everyone was cool with it.

hey bud you're a fucking homophobe.

really? how'd you gather that? lesbianic? or are you just joking or I don't understand

i was being ironic for those who couldn't tell.

alanis morisette over here

I didn't have a prom at my school- instead one of the girls who used to be in my class invited me to Her prom after she switched schools.  had a horrible crush on her but she was very shy. I ended up professing  my love to her  (awkward). The prom came to a screeching halt when the smoke machine set off the fire alarms and the Fire Dept came. Ah, good times...
Anyway, back on topic- the school district in Mississippi was definitely wrong. I wonder if one of the local organizations here would be wiling to fly her down for Capital Queer Prom to show their support. Normally that's for older people who didn't;t have the opportunity to take a same-sex date back n HS, but it might be good to show her shes welcome here NOW.

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*ignores robot* Apparently the two girls Have been invited to an event down in Mississippi to make up for that- i wonder what'llhappen with the two boys who wanted to go to their prom.