At the end of the day you're still Otherizing Tara at best, and taking her on a "reverse-racist" trip at worst, which is painfully destructive. At the end of the day, no matter how much you think you like gay people, you're still putting them in a gross fetishistic box when your favorite things about the show are Russell and Lafayette's "campiness," or Newlin taking Talbot's place as Russell's catamite Birdcage bottom.
Even if the majority of the viewing audience happens to enjoy these things, and that's why the writers keep pushing these buttons over and over in a neverending HBO circle-jerk, well... It's called "the majority" for a reason, isn't it? People don't "just happen" to be objects: You make them that way when you treat them like this. Not sure we'll ever be at a place where these things are okay to fuck around with, but tell you what. We'll let you know.
Russell: "Congratulations, JD! You win for Best Drug Addict!"
JD: "Thank you. I hope to make you proud."
Everybody drinks from Russell's wrist in a slurpy sensual white-trash mess. This is happening in a barn, I want you to remember that all of this is happening in a barn. Steve Newlin's eyes seemed permanently widened by what is going down.
JD: "Martha, put down your granddaughter and come do some drugs?"
Martha: "I chose my Pack, and I swore I'd die for it. But I will never drink from you, fanger."
Russell: "Okay, then I'll be taking your granddaughter. How do you like them apples?"
Martha: "This screaming I'm doing means I do not like it very much!"
JD: "Russell, please do not give my granddaughter to Steve Newlin as a pet. For many reasons."
Russell's Viking accent comes out and he nearly kills JD for whining, but then sadly he does not. JD lives. Steve gets the kid. Martha screams and screams. Werewolves are the worst!
See, like for example this is Alcide's dad: Sitting in a trailer park trailer watching the races -- always with the races -- with a beer on his belly and just doing his best possible Mickens impression, when Alcide shows up.
Alcide: "You bet your whole disability check on this race? God, you're fucking gross. Anyway, I got abjured out of the Shreveport Pack at some point that wasn't on the show."
Herveaux: "So you're a lone wolf now, just like your old man."