Thursday, February 28, 2008

Bitch is the New Black!



Amen Tina Fey! I ended up voting for Hillary in the Democratic Primary. Despite how Daily Kos wants to act like Hillary can't win shit -- except, you know, California, New York and Masschusetts -- I was proud to cast my vote for the winner of the California Primary. You well know I started out a John Edwards man. Well, that's not true. I was really a Gore man, but he wouldn't run. John Edwards was my "heart choice," because he spoke to the issues that I care about and love. He spoke about the poor, and failing schools, and universal health care, and he ran standing side by side with those on the gulf coast, and in America's big cities, and along with the working poor of Apalachia. But, my heart rarely wins elections.

Hillary Clinton is the candidate of my mind. She will kick ass from day one. She was part of the most successful administration in two generations. She saw first hand the mistakes made by an over-reaching President who didn't "have Congress," and she has spent 7 years in the United States Senate learning how to work as one among 535 and how to be an effective agent of change. And in 2008, we need a woman, a bitch you might say. Because, frankly, bitches get things done!

If Tuesday doesn't go the way we need it to, I will gladly vote for and support Barack Obama. But I think he's got a tough road ahead. I don't know if polls 8 months out against John McCain guarentee easy sailing. I mean, in June Hillary was a shoo-in for the Democratic nomination and John McCain's future career was that on the book-writing, lecture-giving circuit. I will be sad because I think the best candidate left will have to return to kicking ass for people of New York.

But... if you want to get on the Hill-bandwagon, it's not too late. My friend Kevin helped me make these awesome Tina inspired shirts:



make custom gifts at Zazzle

Monday, February 25, 2008

Whose Fundamentalist is Better?

Today, on Towleroad, I got a little introduction to an interesting article about sex changes in Iran.

Apparently, in Iran under the laws of the Islamic revolution you can legally have gender reassignment surgery, and the government -- the fundamentalist Islamic government -- will pay for up to half of the costs.

They still hang gay teenagers and stone rape victims, but this little piece is interesting. It seems that for those diagnosed as transexuals, a medical diagnosis based in science, the government allows for the change.

Funny, because our type of fundamentalists don't believe in science, but yet even the horrible dictatorial regime of Iran has been more forward thinking than the Christian fundies of the United States.

Army of Lovers made me gay!

I think this video made me gay:



Eva -- my dive buddy and Eurotrash pop music dealer -- sent me this video today after I spent the weekend making a boat full of divers listen to this song, as sung by me!

I first saw this video in my freshman or sophomore year of high school. I was harboring some secret feelings that I hadn't told anyone. That's not easy for my personality type. It might be why I don't keep secrets well these days. Why not tell everyone, if I keep it in, maybe no one will ever know.

I was watching MTV at around 2:00 AM, back when they used to play music videos. When I couldn't sleep, or didn't want to sleep, I would stay up late and hope to catch something scandalous on television. This video was scandalous.

What was a young, closeted gay boy to do? Apparently, never forget the video and let it haunt my memory for about 15 years.

Friday, February 15, 2008

Thursday, February 07, 2008

Wednesday Night

Last night's dream wasn't nearly as detailed as Tuesday night's but it was still vivid. Maybe even more. Last night I dreamnt that my father died.

In the dream, I got a call from my mother but because I've had my phone silenced a lot recently, I didn't see she had called for hours. I drove to the hospital in the Valley and sat outside on the curb for a long time before going in.

That was most of the dream.

This one was bad and shook me to the core. I haven't spoken with my father -- not in the "I'm not speaking to you" sense, I just haven't spoken with him -- since the accident. My parents handled it shittily and essentially ignored it. I didn't hear from my mother for over a week. My mother rarely goes more than 4 days without calling for no reason whatsoever. That week, she went a whole week. My dad, in the background on that conversation, said he didn't call because I "don't answer my phone."

I know I just wanted my family to reach out to me when I was going through that and they didn't. That upset me and I struggled with it all week. It was made worse with the fact that my roommate's mom was in town the whole time and was very comforting and supportive.

But I was struck with the pain of unresolved feelings in this dream. The things we don't say that we might not ever have the chance to say... the finality of things, really.

Tuesday Night

I was back working at the LA Gay & Lesbian Center. Whenever I have a work dream, it's always staged there. Our Development staff was hanging out in our center room and we had a newish staff person. It was a woman I worked with at Inner City, a job I had after the Gays, but thats not important. This woman was cool, very smart, and better than most of the tools at that job, but she was a little radical and revolutionary.

Well, I made one of my typical off-color comments and she had walked in on it and was offended. When I went to defend the remark and apologize or whatever else I had in mind, I couldn't remember her name. I couldn't remember a co-workers name right in front of her. But it got worse. I couldn't remember anyone's name in the group. I forgot what some of the objects in the room were called. It crescendoed in not being able to remember my own name, resulting in a breakdown. The woman -- whose name is Allegra by the way -- and the CEO of the agency, who I always hated, tried to console me and decided to take me to the hospital. They both walked me to the elevator.

Once in side, Allegra turned into this interesting fella that I met recently and who was in the group of people I was hanging out with Tuesday night for reals. I only know a little of this guy and I can't think of any other time when someone I just met so quickly found a way into my dreams. The three of us -- this fella, the CEO, and me -- walked to his truck, a Honda Ridgeline, so he could drive me to the hospital. Once there, the mega-bitch CEO was cradling me like a child and the fella was holding my hand and wiping my face with a cloth wearing Allegra's clothing from earlier in the dream. (Not women's clothing, but pseudo-revolutionary garb. Like something Kim from work might wear.) I woke up around then.

Some of my questions:
Why do all my work dreams take place at the LA Gay & Lesbian Center? I've worked at 12 places in my entire life and over the past few years, every work dream has been there and they are coming much more frequently recently.

Why did Allegra, a woman I only worked with a few months at Inner City make an appearance at the Gay & Lesbian Center in this dream?

Did I have a stroke? Too much stress? What happened to cause me to forget all these things?

Why did the fella make an appearance and why did he assume Allegra's role in the very beginning?

Why do I remember the detail of his truck so well? Especially since the fella really drives a Saab? Where did the Honda Ridgeline come from?

Dreams

I'm not much of a dreamer, maybe because I'm livin' the dream! But there is no doubt that what happened almost 3 weeks ago has had a big impact on my life. Dealing with everything that day was more than I think my fragile mind can handle.

It first manifested in exhaustion. I actually felt "intellectually tired," it was wearing to simply think of things. For a couple of days I spent hours actually doing nothing. Staring at a wall. Lying in bed with my face in the pillow.

Then it was anger. When I went to Portland, I was in the height of this. I was angry with just about everything and everyone. I hated people that are overweight, I hated laziness, I hated noise. Thankfully, much of the anger is subsided but not entirely.

I also felt alone.

Finally, last weekend, came the rush of emotions. I spent a day off, an entire day off, in bed. I didn't shower. I only got up twice, once to pee and once to make dinner. I warmed up some Macraroni & Cheese... too hot. So I needed to cool it off. I put it in the freezer, but the plate fell and dumped out. I lost it and had a complete breakdown. The irony, the mac and cheese fell into an empty, clean bowl in the freezer so there wasn't a mess and my dinner was easily salvageable.

Now, with things wrapping up -- my last days with students that were on the boat with me are slipping by -- the remnants have found their way into my dreams.

I've had a particularly vivid and traumatic dream each night for the past two nights. I will write about them.

Great Acheivements in Douchebaggery VI

Anyone, including former Olympic Organizing Committee Chair - former Governor - former Presidential Frontrunner - former and once-again douchebag Mitt Romney, who using the phrase "unelected judges" to disparage a decision they don't agree with is a Great Douchebag.

You see, the rules of the game were set out pretty early. Oh, about 200+ years ago a bunch of old white men set those rules with the writing and adoption of the United States Constitution. No person who hopes to one day swear "to protect and defend the Constitution of the United States" should approach that job capitalizing on the lameness of 1/3 of it.

Mitt Romney dropped out of the GOP presidential race today with these words, and certainly other douchey ones:
"The development of a child is enhanced by having a mother and father. Such a family is the ideal for the future of the child and for the strength of a nation. I wonder how it is that unelected judges, like some in my state of Massachusetts, are so unaware of this reality, so oblivious to the millennia of recorded history. It is time for the people of America to fortify marriage through constitutional amendment, so that liberal judges cannot continue to attack it!"

Mitt, and other douchebags, judges needn't be elected because Governors and Presidents that appoint them are. The accountability lies at the hands of the people who appointed them. If the voters are dissatisfied enough, then they can turn out those men and women who make the appointments as well as their parties. (5 of the current 7 justices were appointed by Republicans. Maybe that's why Romney's successor was a Democrat who won with a huge majority.) And the upside, the judges themselves needn't be concerned with popular will but what the constitution -- of the country or the state -- demands.

I am sick and tired of douchebags that don't respect the Constitution but claim to be more patriotic, even American, than people like me. Andrew Sullivan, the pseudo-conservative, put it great when evaluating the Bush administration's mishandling of... well... everything:
(paraphrasing) The President does not swear an oath that no Americans will die in an act of terror under his watch, he takes an oath to protect and defend the Constitution and that should always be his first priority. That is how we win this "war".

Previous douchebags:

Katie Couric
Rudy Guiliani
Mitt Romney
Tim Hardaway
Terrence Howard

Thursday, January 24, 2008

Worst. Week. Ever.

It's 10:06 on Thursday night. In one hour and fifty-four minutes, the worst week of my life will be over. This exact time last week I was in the ER of UCLA medical center trying to console my roommate Ron who was trying to pass me off as his brother.

-- Ron is 6'4" tall, dark, thin, and Italian. --

Beth had a seizure and we had no idea why. We still don't although it's either viral or hormonal most likely. But her recovery was hard.

Then Sunday, on a dive boat, something shitty happened. Damian, something you fear the most.

It's sucked dealing with this. And I spent most of the week being the strong one despite really being quite weak. My alone times have been the hardest. And, frankly, those that know and are closest have been horribly disappointing... to an extreme, almost unforgivable level. I feel alone.

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But tomorrow it's a new week. A new period of 7 days. I'm going to see Garth Brooks on tickets I freakishly got on the worst day of my life. And Saturday I'm going to Oregon thanks to my sister-in-law and brother. Maybe 2008 its just coming 25 days late...

Thursday, December 27, 2007

Wii Get Beat When Wii are Bad!

I played Wii for the first time this week, when I managed to beat a 7 year old at Wii Tennis. And I had an epiphany...

How many children could be saved if Nintendo created Wii Child Abuse. In this game, you beat the crap out of your Mii off-spring. No bruises or permanent emotional scars. Better yet, no jail time!

Monday, December 24, 2007

Merry Christmas



When I was 6 years old, Bob Geldoff assembled his rock star friends to write and record this song. 20 years later, they re-recorded it because it parts of this world, conditions continue to worsen.

Let's remember when we are with our families this week that we are lucky to have what we have and to be who we are... and to hope and pray for something better for much of the world.

Peace.

Thursday, December 13, 2007

Dear Elder Romney, smoke much pot do you?

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"Let me, uh, let me offer just a thought. And that is, uh, one of the great things about this great land, is we have people of different faiths and different persuasions. And uh, I'm convinced that the nation, that the nation does need, the nation does need to have people of different faiths but we need to have a person of faith lead the country."


Mitt Romney is pissed at Mike Huckabee because Rev. Mike is attacking Romney's religion. Romney believes that as along as a candidate has a religion, that religion should not be considered critically prior to his successful journey to the presidency. The problem as that while Romney thinks it would be okay to attack the beliefs of a person not subscribing to traditional relgious dogma, he wants his religion to remain as unscuffed as his holy underwear. This is absurd.

I've been raised in and spent plenty of time by choice in the Catholic Church. These days I've started considering the absurdity of what is most of Christianity. Drinking my Peppermint Mocha at Starbucks right now, I should be preparing for the celebration of a virgin birth of a Jew to a 13 year old girl in a manger among talking animals. 30 years later, I'm to believe this man cheats death, walks the Earth for 40 more days, and somehow saved my life, eventhough I'll still die anyway. (If God wants us to live eternally in Heaven, why not here on Earth with all my friends and SCUBA equipment?)

And while this is all pretty lame, do you know what Mormon's believe?

  • That God wasn't born God, but got that way through some hard work.
  • That God is married.
  • That if you are a good human, and work hard -- and certainly tithe -- then you can become a god in the afterlife.
  • That you existed before your body as a spirit.
  • When you are a god, you can make little body-less spirits, too.
  • That Jesus volunteered for service back when he was a body-less spirit. Mostly because he was willing to follow God's plan, while Satan, Jesus' spirit brother had some ideas of his own. (ed: How very anti-entrepreneurial!)
  • That the LDS church is the only "true church on Earth." (ed: Sorry, 1 billion Catholics.)
  • That it took God about 1800 years after Christ to finally get around to telling someone in the world that all the other churches were wrong. (ed: He creates the world in 6 days, but takes 1800 years to tell the people they are on the wrong track.)
  • That God and Jesus both visited Joseph Smith personally to tell him how screwed up we all are.
  • That Adam, who may have been God at some time, once chose to live in Missouri. (ed: No doubt in a 3,000 square foot tract house nearby a Wal Mart.)
  • That the Book of Mormon, "the most true book ever written," was given to Smith on tablets by an angel, written in a foreign, unrecognizable language, but Smith used special stones to translate it.

I could go on, but that Peppermint Mocha I just finished is dying to come out...

All this is to say that just because you call it a "religion" doesn't mean its any different from the mumbling ramblings of a crazy homeless man.

Sources:
http://dearelder.com/index/inc_name/Mormon/title2/What_Do_Mormons_Believe
http://www.allaboutcults.org/what-do-mormons-believe.htm
http://www.gotquestions.org/Mormons.html
http://www.lightplanet.com/mormons/faq/
http://www.shiblon.com/beliefs/what-do-mormons-believe.php

Sunday, December 09, 2007

Would you cross a picket line?

Same answer to this question: Do you want me to kick your ass?



And because I love him so...



Update: See Damian, I fixed it.

And Mussolini had the trains running on time…

My friend Christopher, whose blog is one of my regulars and whose link I need to correct, has been writing recently about Peter Lababera’s recent criticism of the Folsom Street Fair and Nancy Pelosi’s refusal to condemn the event that Peter L. finds so offensive.

It’s been interesting to read Christopher’s insights. I should begin with saying that I definitely respect his right to feel this way and appreciate that he’s given serious thought to an issue affecting our community. Furthermore, I recognize that he’s bravely taking a principled position that might create scorn in others. Kudos to him. I also would like to begin with saying that I think he’s wrong.

He’s wrong because the Folsom Street Fair isn’t a gay sex perversion, it’s a festival that celebrates a small, unique community that is as diverse as the city in which it’s hosted. Folsom is for gay men, straight people, lesbians, transgender individuals, and anyone anywhere else in the spectrum of identities or choices that exist out there.

Folsom is also not an event on a public street. It’s a festival, in a controlled environment, in which admission is controlled. As a non-profit, Folsom doesn’t demand an entry fee, but there is no way that the casual passer-by stumbles on to Folsom. If you are at Folsom, you wanted to be at Folsom. This is unique from even a gay pride parade. While the ages may be unrestricted, everyone there is a consensual participant seeing what they want – and many pay – to see.

And while it may exist, the “blatant anti-Christian bigotry in the form of the ‘Sisters of Perpetual Indulgence’” is no more an affront to the good Catholic Church than the church itself. In fact, in their nearly 3 decades in existence there are probably hundreds if not thousands of people that are alive today because of the charity and AIDS prevention work the Sisters have done. They were the organization that coined the term, “safe sex,” using it for the first time in the first plain-language, sex-positive health brochure at the very dawn of the HIV pandemic. Many of the Sisters are Catholics and former Catholics themselves who are trying to make a positive change from their very negative experience in such a dangerous Church. Furthermore, most, if not all, are artists who use the politically charged imagery to make a profound statement. When Peter L. and his friends stop displaying so much anti-gay bigotry, than maybe of the people of San Francisco might be more willing to appreciate what he views as anti-Christian. Lastly, I would argue that what he perceives as anti-Christian, is really anti-Church. I’ve met few atheists, Jews, agnostics, Muslims, and people of other faiths and no-faiths that really find objection to “Christianity” but rather to their special expression of Christianity by the Church and its followers.

I think we can counter Peter L. with a much storied definition of obscenity credited to the Supreme Court. To declare something obscene, “it must be: 1) prurient in nature (which we can probably agree and concede Folsom is), 2) completely devoid of scientific, political, educational, or social value (which Peter L. should concede Folsom is not – especially since it’s ripe with political activism, artistry and health and safety education), and 3) it must violate the local community standards. If it meets all three of these things, it is obscenity.” On the last point is where Peter L.’s criticism lacks all validity and shows itself as nothing more than political grandstanding. Folsom is an old, popular (visited by more than 400,000 people) and some would argue cherished community event. What is right on Folsom Street may not work on Main Street, but the people of Main Street don’t have much say.

I would never engage in a sexual act in public. I would never take my children to a place where sex play is celebrated. But how many children are victimized by predators because parents aren’t comfortable speaking plainly and openly about human sexuality? How many girls will end up pregnant this year? How many children will kill themselves? These things are all just as profane. By celebrating Peter L., we say that his concern should be an area of national focus when we are plagued with so much worse. After all, despite all of his disgusting, murder filled conquests, even Mussolini got the trains to run on time.

In my life experience, including my work at the LA Gay & Lesbian Center, I met a lot of interesting people that came from very different experiences and had very different interests than me, many of them prurient! And none of these people I would consider bad people. In fact, I think many – especially those I have been closest with – are astonishing, proud, and strong symbols of our community. When our gay brothers were dying from a devastating disease, it was these – the most vocal, most outrageous, most radical – members of our community that raised the national consciousness. They sewed the quilt, they lobbied the lawmakers, they raised the money, and they changed the face of AIDS. A gay man like me just 5 years older probably lost scores of friends to AIDS. A gay man my age, I’ve never lost a single friend. It wasn’t the Roy Cohn’s or the gay families safely hidden behind their picket fences that made this change happen. It was the Sisters and drag queens and leather daddies and artists and radicals – all worth a lot no matter how different their interests. And Folsom was and is a home for them.

The video may be shocking but so is reality and there’s no point in ignoring it, trying to silence it, or working to squash it. It might not be our reality, but it belongs to someone.

Thursday, December 06, 2007

Another victim in the war on Christmas...

Bill O'Reilly and I are getting along again and it's pissing me off. This holiday season, I hope people wish me glad tidings, and I'll typically graciously accept a Happy Holidays.

But when someone is buying a Christmas tree at sunset on the second night of Haunakah, it's probably a safe assumption that you can wish me a Merry Christmas without me getting offended.

I bought our Christmas tree tonight and was wish a Happy Holidays by the two employees I spoke with on my adventure. Really.

Tuesday, December 04, 2007

What's a gay man to do?

I am home sick today. I have an ugly head cold that might have something to do with me diving without a hood. My roommates -- and bosses -- suggested I stay home so as to not spread my germs.

I am trying to keep myself feeling like I have worth. I was doing Christmas cards a little. And of course I am watching television. I saw a documentary, "The Girl who Survived Rabies" and watched the Closer from last night. But now it's the 3 o'clock hour. And what is a gay to do?

I could watch Oprah, the uplifting diva who speaks for America. Her host in the inspirational author of "Eat, Love, & Pray." We can tell Oprah is fat again because she's concerned for our souls.

Or, I could watch that snarky bitch Kathy Griffin on her special, "Strong Black Woman."

Yep, I'm watching Kathy and switching to O during the commercials.

Thursday, November 15, 2007

Strike Tutorial...



and if you don't think the writers are worth it... think about what Jon Stewart would be like without these guys that you never see and until now never hear from? This little made-for-you-tube is as funny as the real Daily Show. Seriously!

Wednesday, November 14, 2007

Don't Be A Scab: Turn off Ellen!

For those of you not in LA, you might not be aware of the writer's strike. The Writer's Guild, the WGA, is out on strike because producers and studios won't increase the residuals made from digital media to be similar to what writers make in residuals from broadcast. In an age with so much "Tune in Online" or "All of Season 5 on DVD" writers only want their share. In fact, the rise of DVD sales is hurting off-network syndication of shows and so the writers lose money while the producers make more...

Ellen Degeneres, who apparently doesn't know how to read contracts, now thinks she understands contracts. She also pretends to care about the writers, while continuing to do her television show because she is ignorant to how organized labor relies on a strike. And just like with the dog "crisis", she's trying to play the victim, now cancelling a trip to New York to produce shows.

I tried to be sympathetic since we are family and all, but when I was watching Bill O'Reilly earlier in the week I decided that Ellen is a scab. Bill has famous Republican and WGA member Ben Stein on the show along with a UCLA Labor expert. While the premise of the segment was for O'Reilly -- a union member (AFTRA) -- and Stein -- a member of both SAG and WGA-- to defend Ellen, they both added a little snippet to the conversation that most of us probably would have missed. Both Stein and O'Reilly confessed that they would not break the strike and cross the picket line if they were in Ellen's sensible, lesbian-chic shoes. And yet Ellen, a so-called progressive still "spits in the faces of working men and women" by continuing to cross a picket line that two Repubican trolls like O'Reilly and Ben Stein say they'd have honored.

Principles mean nothing if you don't honor them when the decision is tough. I've known non-union employees who have quit jobs rather than cross a picket line. I've never considered it myself and fear the day when I have to make that tough decision to give up something I love -- a great job -- because I know that the dignity of workers is always more important than my immediate needs.

Tuesday, October 23, 2007

What is wrong with this video?



Obviously, black folk don't eat mayonnaise!

Oh yeah, the comic who does this is a big, fat "ignorant" white guy who's made a nice little online reputation for his off-color high-color comedy. He treads out tired old stereotypes for the cheap laugh. He's a one act monkey... just like a certain Democratic candidate for President.

Barack Obama will be touring the through the South, targeting the black evangelical community, with Donnie McClurkin. Mr. Turduken is a Gospel singer and anti-homosexual crusader who believes gays can be cured! Donnie Brasco is an outspoken bigot, a man who has declared "war on homosexuality." And he'll be sharing the stage with Senator Obama. The Senator is giving a microphone to a fat, ingorant reject so that he can tread out tired old stereotypes for a quick dollar and some Christian notoriety.

Shame on Shirley Q. Liquor and Senator Obama.

Thursday, October 18, 2007

Racist?

I was hanging out with Suzanne today. I love having her back in town. We decided to have lunch and grab a movie and so we went to Santa Monica and enjoyed fond memories of high school trips that made us feel so cool. (In fairness, I think we only went to 3rd Street once in high school, but a number of times the first year or two of college.)

See, there used to me this narrow hallway in one of the buildings with a number of small, ethnic restaurants. On one said trip to the tourist trap of bad restaurants and run down movie theaters, we were in the mini-food court looking for something to eat. Always the helpful friend, I was reading the names of the offerings, "Mexican, Peruvian, Greek, Ethiopian, European... Shit, where's Europia? What kind of food is that?"

Shamefully, that's not the only time I've made this mistake. "What do they call people from Belgium? There's the French, and the Dutch? Do they call them Belch?" Oops. Oh yeah, Belgian, like the waffles.