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My Visceral Thought

2010-03-22T22:25:00.000+02:00

Watch the Kathleen Hanna clip. Read the manifesto.

I can’t help it. I keep saying I won’t write this post. It’s not worth it, I’ll appear rude, my knowledge is limited, etc. But I’ve decided to put it out there, after a cursory read and setting the book aside in annoyance. The Gurlesque anthology, GURLESQUE: THE NEW GRRLY, GROTESQUE, BURLESQUE POETICS, by Arielle Greenberg and Lara Glenum, despite including a number of poets I admire and some I count as friends, has sufficiently gotten under my skin today, and to be fair, without giving it more than a few hours’ read. Perhaps I’ll regret it all and delete this rant later because, truly, I love a good number of the poems within.

What bugs though? Well in brief, Greenberg in her introduction parallels the Gurlesque with the Riot Grrrl movement. My memory of that movement, which I peripherally participated in by attending shows and working on a short-lived zine in the Baltimore/DC scene, “Shrill”, (& listening to avidly) made efforts to include the queer. In fact, a large number of those bands were shout-out-loud queer and those that weren’t celebrated various permutations and manifestations of queerness, in fact, relied on it. This inclusion, I imagine, was predicated on the multi-cultural women’s movement of yore that imagined women who weren’t sexually beholden to men had something to offer. And that’s what’s getting under my skin. Despite similarities, in part, I don’t see the true parallel to the Gurlesque here. Content-wise, much of the poetry within this anthology is about straight women dealing directly (and sometimes sideways) with the push-pull of being romantically/sexually-invested in men while simultaneously being under their thumb/the symbolic as well as real power of men — I know several straight women who frustratedly deal with the issues that arise out of their desire for men that go hand-in-hand with the power those same men hold over their heads. How does one navigate that? It’s hard, I know. I’ve been there. But I’m also somewhere else now, and this anthology doesn’t venture into that kind of experience. From what I can tell, I guess I don’t write the Gurlesque, nor do any other lesbians/queer women, despite Eileen Myles’ blurbage, “I like these dirty poems.” Yeah, but where’s the *real* dirt post-not-just-in-relation-to-men, just what are those pink claws and cute guns gonna do (as conjured in another blurb), you know, once the men go to sleep. What are these riot women going to rock then?? I guess this isn’t *that* kind of book, unless I’m missing it somehow…

This kind of reactive grotesque (from the “girls’” pens, beholden to Kristeva’s female groteseque) is why “cock” and “cunt” (cock ‘n cunt?) poems get play and other similar ‘fucking men’ pieces sell: these poems are very much querying and pushing against or into ‘what does it mean to be with men?’ & ‘how do I navigate/subvert/get out from under this mess’ via lots of sexual allusions, metaphors, and straight up physical descriptions, mostly frustrated and grotesque, however symbolic they may be. These kinds of poems demand reactions/attention because they’re very much about men, & female bodies in relation to men’s bodies, the mechanics and positions of that and how that plays out on the larger levels, through the lenses of women, toying with and reacting to how women are supposed to present/behave for men, etc. Certainly not all of the poems in the Gurlesque do this, but on my first and second quick read, a good majority of them. Perhaps, too simplistically from my perspective, is the Gurlesque simply a place for women who fuck men to work out their frustrations and deal with the accompanying power plays? Oh, and to trying to stop/subvert the conditioning of girls that rears them to be seen as such fuck dolls? Not that any of these efforts are wrong! It just feels like the Gurlesque strain in this particular book is claiming to do more (a la the Riot Grrrls), and I really don’t see it. Yet.

Well, thinking aloud here still, I suppose one could go further and say, gender (esp the hetero-binary) is everywhere and all the poems about penetration and cock sucking and being sexy-lady-fare could also apply to trans/boi/queer relations because some of us use (co-opt?) that language too. On occasion. But I dare say, and feel free to correct me, these are mostly if not all straight women dealing with the fallout of fucking men and/or resisting the implications of that desire in a society that positions them as the fucked, on varying levels of course/discourse. And for that reason, the Gurleseque is not the same as Riot Grrrl (nor do the women included in the anthology “not belong to any clubs that blah blah blah”, as Greenberg claims). Lara Glenum claims the Gurlesque is descriptive of a moment, something they observed:

‘The Gurlesque describes an emerging field of female artists who, taking a page form the historical burlesque, perform their femininity in a campy or overtly mocking way. Their work assaults the norms of acceptable female behavior by irreverently deploying gender stereotypes to subversive ends. The theoretical tangents germane to the Gurlesque that I’m exploring in my critical writing include burlesque and camp, girly kitsch, and performance of the female grotesque.”

Huh. I suppose there aren’t many/any lesbian or female/femme-queer poets writing stuff that fits that particular bill? What would that be even? Do we know anything about pleasure beyond in relation to men? Based on the rampant physicality in these poems: Pussy on pussy? Cunt to cunt? Boobs buoyed by female sinew? I’m a thigh and eye woman, hear me roar? Okay, now I’m just fucking around and denigrating the Gurlesque, sorry. But somehow this whole Gurlesque scene conjures the Alison Bechdel test for films that try to reach beyond the mainstream/status quo / structure: 1. It has to have at least two women in it 2. Who talk to each other 3. About something besides a man. Achoo. To be fair, I did spot some poems about girls doing girl things like hopscotch and one about a granny. And someone pointed at a literary history via Woolf briefly. But if you’re going to conjure the Riot Grrrl movement, give me something to get fired up about! Because I’ve been there (the hetero-”lockdown”), done that and am just not as invested in direct rupture from male-on-female-play-as-we-know it. I live post-that investment now, so to speak. I’m in a privileged position, and I think that’s something worth inquiring about. Just my initial two interrogative (reductive?) cents; I’m ready to be schooled, so fire away.

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On deck – Just getting into Feminaissance, and so far, digging it. Also, A Decade of Negative Thinking has arrived on shore.

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The Many Hot girls I am Jerking Off to

2010-03-22T19:59:00.000+02:00

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Drunken Revelations

2010-03-22T18:52:00.000+02:00

You know how it would be quite awkward if one of your closet friends found out you had a thing for one of their closest friends who happens to have a girl friend, well, it’s happened to me.

See, a few weeks ago, whilst out celebrating a Birthday I not only got drunk, I also managed to get myself into a situation somewhat similar to a small fight. The fight, as I mentioned before occurred between Jenny and I whilst I was arguing with the Girlfriend; they went off home and left the rest of the group to enjoy the rest of the night.

To my own peril though, I continued to drink alcohol. I thought this was a brilliant idea; it would suppress the bad memories from this incident, and increase my ability to not be so with-holding, thus meaning I could have more fun.

Sadly though, I didn’t pull. Well, I did manage to resurge an old like/feeling for a friend of mine – who by the way is utterly beautiful. But I also managed to let my guard down too much.

See, generally speaking I consider myself a good liar; well at least when I want to lie. If I don’t want to lie, and especially if I am under the influence of alcohol my ability to refuse giving out information I don’t want others to know, and to deny claims which are extremely true with my normally stern and convincingly straight face, completely diminishes. So when asked by my friend “Do you fancy Jenny?” and I unconvincingly smirked a drunken “No” back in his direction, all of his prior assumptions and thoughts had been instantly validated.

I remember we then engaged in a short conversation about her, where I also managed to disclose that I have “liked her for years”. I hoped following this conversation, considering he was very drunk, that there might be the chance he would forget about this little gem of information he had attained. Needless to say, he hasn’t.

Jenny and I following on from our little “fight” are now fine. It’s hard to speak her due to the Girlfriend, she has this horrible ability to make any situation that she is present in, extremely uncomfortable for everyone else. But despite our lack of conversation over the past week it didn’t stop her squeezing my bum on two separate occasions whilst she hugged me.

But now that my friend is aware of my liking for her, every time she is near he glares at me; or for example earlier, making comments about her in front of other friends. It makes things very awkward and certainly uncomfortable to say the least. I am relatively concerned he might say something, I have a feeling that Jenny’s Girlfriend has an inkling about my liking for Jenny; although I am not sure if she is aware of any of the goings-on between us. I really don’t want any thought she may or may not have stimulated by anything my dear ol’ friend might have to say or insinuate.

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New LGBT resource for CSU Fresno students

2010-03-22T18:49:00.000+02:00

If some of you will remember, a couple of weeks ago we posted a blog and sent out an email to our list about some folks on campus that were trying to get a certain LGBT resource available to students at the campus library. Thanks to some emails and some faculty on campus *ahem*Dr.KathyAdams*ahem* the word got out and some formal requests were made. I’ll let you read this email for yourself! Just click the link below. Way to go everyone!

Dear Colleagues,

I am very happy to let you all know that we now have the LGBT database. You can access it from the list of databases on the library’s website. Thank you all for your emails and phone calls voicing support and interest in this resource. It’s so easy to justify this type of purchase when support is so widespread.

I would also like to thank Patrick Newell and his staff for getting the database “hooked up” and onto the library’s web page so quickly. We are very fortunate in the library to have such a service minded IT department.

Please let your colleagues and students know this database is now available. Enjoy!

Best,

Kimberley

Kimberley Robles Smith

AUL for Collections

Madden Library – CSU Fresno

559-278-4578

Way to go everyone! Thanks for sending that email or picking up a phone. Effective and strategic communication will shape the world around us…it always has!

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Click Click Expose Gay Podcast Network - Weekly Update March 21

2010-03-22T17:12:00.000+02:00

March greetings from your friends at The Click Click Expose Gay Podcast Network. We are a network of different podcast shows produced by Click Click Expose (Gay Entertainment Media) with contributions from our friends, supporters and content producers.

We want to welcome our newest show to the podcast network – This Show Is So Gay with Ken and Becca from Vermont. They are a news, interview, music and talk podcast show done live on WVEW 107.7 FM in Brattleboro, VT. Welcome to the network!!

Whether its a music show, love show, news or entertainment – we have something for everyone. We invite you to come check it out and be apart of our community. A new podcast show on gay male pageantry will be coming soon in April!

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THIS WEEK’S SYNOPSIS:

1. Gay News Week In Review – National and International news for week ending March 21, 2010.

2. DJ House Music Show – This week’s music show – Funk Steps House Mix – Part 2 – from DJ Louie B.

3. Queer History Fact #103 – Controversial book “The Well of Loneliness”.

4. Passion Hits – Episode #11 – March 8 – Part 2. – Love and dedication show dedicated to the one you love.

5. Passion Hits – Episode #11 – March 8 – Part 1. – Love and dedication show dedicated to the one you love.

6. REBROADCAST – Generation Q Radio – Episode #6 – Youth podcast show for the queer generation

7. This Show Is So Gay – Episode March 17, 2010 – Author Cassidy Haley and Washington State Representative Marko Liias

LISTEN:

This Show Is So Gay 3/17/2010 (Podcast)

Passion Hits – Episode #11 (Part 2) (Podcast)

Passion Hits – Episode #11 (Part 1) (Podcast)

Gay News Week In Review – W/E 03-21-10 (Podcast)

DJ Louie B “Funk Step House Mix” – Part 2 (Podcast)

Queer History Fact #103 (Podcast)

Generation Q Radio – Episode 6 (Rebroadcast) (Podcast)

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Market Goods.

2010-03-22T16:39:00.000+02:00

If you were seen as goods

I’d buy you at the market,

see the sale price on you

and put you in my basket.

I’d take you to the tradesman

who’d say “Cor blimey, Guv,

you know, you get what you pay for

and for that you won’t get love.”

I’d have thought you were a bargain

and I wouldn’t even haggle

but if I knew what I know now

I would have for the hassle.

The tradesman could have dolled you up

with tassles bright and gay,

but if I knew what I knew now

“You’re jokin’!” I would say.

“A few quid to feel miserable?

I could just watch Schindler’s List!

A few quid for bland interior?

I think I’ll give it a miss.”

I deserve much better

and will go more upmarket now,

be more fussy with my window-shopping,

no more second rate hand-me-downs.

Go back to your first owner,

or to the bargain bin,

there’s more treasure than silver and

gold, mate,

happiness comes from within.

I’d much rather be alone

than insecure and unfulfilled.

I’d rather be alone,

than with someone of weak wills.

So next time I’ll think twice

before I make it to the till,

am I just buying crap again?

When I should save for better still.

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Gay Kansas News 3/22/2010

2010-03-22T16:29:00.000+02:00

Kansas

ACTION: Kansas Equality Coalition is asking for calls to state senators supporting Senate substitute for HB 2079 before 2 p.m. Monday. State senators’ phone numbers are published here. The bill, previously SB 563, would close a loophole in judicial election campaign finance rules, helping keep Kansas’s courts nonpartisan and reducing anti-LGBT attack ads like the one we saw last week.
STICKY: KEC meeting to organize a northwest Kansas chapter has been rescheduled for Apr. 10.
STICKY: After the loss of local activist Steve Brown, KEC’s northeast Kansas chapter will reorganize at a meeting on Mar. 27.
The University Daily Kansan profiles Lawrence’s LGBT bar scene.
Hillsdale High School in San Mateo, Cal., is still preparing for a Westboro Baptist Church picket.

Nearby

Senators Mark Udall (D-Colo.) and, surprisingly, Tom Coburn (R-Okla.) are among cosponsors of S. Res. 409, which asks Uganda’s parliament to reject the Anti-Homosexuality Bill. The House equivalent, H. Res. 1064, is consponsored only by gay Rep. Jared Polis (D-Colo.) among the region’s congressmembers. The Senate Foreign Relations Committee and House Foreign Affairs Committee will hold hearings on each this week.
Seven Republican candidates for Missouri’s 7th congressional district discussed their platforms. Mike Moon and Gary Nodler opposed same-sex marriage. One Democrat, Tim Davis of Branson, has filed to run.
Oklahoma state senator Steve Russell promises to rewrite a bill many fear would effectively exempt Oklahoma from the Matthew Shepard Act federal hate crimes bill.
Public News Service reports on PROMO’s annual state legislature lobby day this week.

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HRC fails (But, what else is new?) on Lt. Dan Choi, "don't ask, don't tell"

2010-03-22T15:45:00.000+02:00

The Human Rights Campaign sent out “Joe’s Weekly Message” — a weekly update from the organization’s president, Joe Solmonese — detailing the progress of the week of March 19, on “don’t ask, don’t tell”:

Repealing “don’t ask, don’t tell” requires strong, decisive actions from our president and Congress, which means that our community and allies must put the pressure on and keep it on. This week, the message from our community was clear: The time for repeal is here, and we hold our leaders accountable for delivering it.

Earlier this week, Gen. David Petraeus, the commander responsible for our operations in Iraq and Afghanistan, declared that the time has come to consider changing “don’t ask, don’t tell.”

In addition, two accomplished veterans, Major Michael Almy and Lieutenant Junior Grade Jenny Kopfstein, provided the Senate Armed Service Committee with compelling testimony about “don’t ask, don’t tell” failing them. Unfortunately, we [HRC] were appalled by the committee testimony of former NATO commander Gen. John J. Sheehan.

Gen. Sheehan, who only spent 3 of his 35 years of service under “don’t ask, don’t tell,” made the baseless claim that the presence of openly lesbian and gay service members in the Dutch army led to the massacre of Muslims in the Bosnian town of Srebrenica in 1995. This groundless claim was not only an insult to a U.S. ally, but also a disservice to our national debate on a serious policy issue.

We can make good laws and policies with truth; lies have no place in lawmaking. Sen. Carl Levin (D-MI), chairman of the committee and a supporter of repeal, rejected Gen. Sheehan’s assertions and fought back against his baseless claims during the hearing.

The Dutch ambassador to the U.S. [Renée Jones-Bos] also set the record straight and gave openly lesbian, gay, bisexual and transgender service members the respect that they deserve by saying, “I take pride in the fact that lesbians and gays have served openly and with distinction in the Dutch military forces.”

Funny thing about that e-mail, there is no mention of the “don’t ask, don’t tell” rally HRC coordinated this past week in Washington, D.C, hosted by Kathy Griffin. What’s more outrageous, there is no mention of Lt. Dan Choi and Capt. Jim Pietrangelo, both armed forces officers who fell victim to “don’t ask, don’t tell,” chaining themselves to the White House in protest of the policies directly following the HRC rally they attended. Yeah, HRC forgot about some good, old-fashioned direct action.

Choi and Pietrangelo chained to the White House in an act of civil disobedience. | Queerty.com

Not only is it appalling that the mainstream media largely ignored this incident (Let’s be honest, if it were any other group that chained themselves to the White House, all other news would fall by the wayside.), but to have the main political action group for LGBT Americans ignore it, it’s downright hurtful.

We, including HRC, must stand behind our fellow community members. The Thursday “don’t ask, don’t tell” demonstrations and ENDA sit-ins have changed the face of equality. We are no longer satisfied with shutting up and politely waiting for our turn or when the time is right; the right time is now, and we must take our destiny into our own hands by demanding our rights and calling politicians and political action groups out on their crap.

I’m sick of waiting for politicians to get around to us and our rights — equality is not something that should be taken lightly, used as a bargaining chip or an empty promise of hope to voters. Politicians are politicians, regardless of their party affiliation. They care about nothing more than re-election. So we need to remind them they answer to us, their constituents; it’s not the other way around. The floodgates have opened and we cannot keep quiet anymore.

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"I Just Wanna Be Friends" and Other Lesbian White Lies

2010-03-22T14:37:00.000+02:00

Don’t shoot me over the title of this article! I know sometimes a lesbian pays a lot of sincere attention to you in the name of friendship, with no ulterior motives. I also know the other side of the story, about lesbos who say they want to be friends, then a few days, hours, or even minutes later, you end up having to push her away, as she comes in for a surprise kiss on the mouth. Not all surprises are good, are they? Yikes! But then, some sneak attacks are mind-blowing, with a capital M and a capital B. Yummy!

Believe me, I am no goody, goody sitting in judgment. Shenanigans is my middle name, but I had it changed for obvious reasons. My point is, that lesbians seem unique in their receptivity to lovers and friends, with them being interchangeable and often appearing, disappearing, and reappearing like weird, horny rabbits in a magician’s act. You know what I mean, right?

We have ex’s we break up with, then sleep with again. There are best friends we have sex with, then reject, as only friends. There are friends who are romantically involved, who we pray will break up with their girlfriends, so we can jump their bones. Even in business we can’t seem to follow that time- tested, albeit, crude golden rule…”don’t sh _ t where you eat.” We often meet business associates we suspect are lesbos, that we lust for, but are afraid to confront. Sometimes we follow our head and keep our distance, and other times, we follow our heart, risking our livelihood. Add about fifty other strange scenarios to this twisted list, and you might have covered about half the pairings that lesbians conjure up in their imagination. Chaucer would be proud. If you don’t know him, then look him up under Canterbury Tales, and you’ll see what I mean. Who says literature can’t be fun, with those English people proccupied with the pleasures of the flesh, jumping in and out of the sack with anybody, anywhere, anytime.

I actually decided to count the times a so-called friend has made a pass at me, one who declared her friendship loudly, claiming no other romantic interest at the time. Over two decades of being “out,” I have had eight, “friendly” lesbian friends come on to me, who had no supposed romantic intentions towards me. Please don’t ask me how many times I’ve done the same thing in reverse. I’m sure I don’t know what you’re talking about, and yes I resent your inference. HA! Like I said earlier, shenanigans, my middle name, need I say more?

In the interest of defending lesbians and their lack of willpower as it relates to friends and lovers, I will state my case simply and succinctly, for a change, by saying, SO WHAT? How can I fault anyone for going for what they want, as long as they don’t leave too many victims in their path. If you have the guts or bravado to stake your claim and put yourself out there in the name of love, I say go for it! That doesn’t mean I justify making a play for your best friend’s girlfriend or a straight woman with eight kids and a loving husband. Don’t get me wrong. Even I draw the line in the sand where kids and good marriages are at stake.

I wish I could end this blog on an original note, but the truth is, a golden oldie says it best when they suggest that, all is fair in love and war. I guess I have to agree.

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Purple Panties

2010-03-22T13:29:00.000+02:00

I literally devoured the book in two steamy sessions,I could have done it in one, but I felt the uncontrollable need to satisfy my desires. I awaited the arrival this book with hot and eager anticipation and I wasn’t dissapointed. It was absolutely mind blowing stuff. Everyone, lesbian or straight, male or female will absolutely love this, it is without doubt the best of its genre that I have read and almost as soon as I had finished I needed to tell the world about it. I have always loved Zane’s stuff and can recommend Succulent: Chocolate Flava II and in a different style, but equally hot and sexy 100 Percent Erotica. Brilliant stuff, take it to bed with you and read it to your partner and forget the problems of the world.

Readmore..

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A Night of Interesting

2010-03-22T10:33:00.000+02:00

WARNING: This story contains incest and lesbian sex. Names have been changed to protect those involved.

With the results of the poll in I decided to give the full story of what happened this night. I was planning on giving the whole story away think it would be too much to post on here. But you, the readers, have voted that you like my incest stories. I hope you enjoy the story and the poll is still open. If your opinions change I’ll share less of my incest stories but for now… ENJOY!

When living with my parents I think one of the worse rooms for a teenager to have is the room next to his parents. But, one night for me it was one of the best nights ever for my room to be next door to my parents room. One night, shortly after Jennifer moved in to my house, I was relaxing in my room just watching TV texting my girlfriend at the time. I’m laying there in my bed when suddenly I start hearing two female moans in the room next to me. Years of hearing my parents have sex made one moan recognizable and the other I could only see belonging to Jennifer. Almost instantly I have an erection from the sounds of the faint moans. Wanting to see what was causing the moans I got up and ran to a box of random electronics I had in my closet I dig through the box until I find a small security camera I bought really cheap online for some reason. I set the camera up with my computer and I creeped out my door. I looked and noticed that my mom’s bedroom door was cracked a little bit. I pushed it open a little more and placed the camera in the right position to where I could view the bed just right. I creeped back into my room and sat down at my desk and started watching the screen.

I see Jennifer bent over on the bed with my mom on top of her ramming her from behind with a huge strap-on. My mom is a very gorgeous woman standing at 5′5″ with 40d breast perfectly proportioned thick, curvy body. So here she is on her knees pounding Jennifer from behind. Jennifer has a face buried in the pillow trying not to moan to load. I pull my rock hard cock out and slowly began to stroke it to the video on my screen. My mom reaches forward and grabs a handful of Jennifer’s hair and pulled her head back making her muffled moans echo loudly through the house. I see them stop for a minute looking around making sure they didn’t disturb me for that minute all you can hear is my TV. Than my mom pulls the strap-on out of Jennifer’s wet pussy and told her to turn over. Jennifer lays on her back reaching for my moms tits massaging the nipples as my mom inserts the strap-on back into Jennifer’s pussy fucking her hard. I notice Jennifer look towards the door and not sure if she saw the camera. I began to get paranoid and creeped back out of my room and grabbed my camera before someone did see it sitting there. I go back to my room and loop the 10 minute video of my mom plowing Jennifer’s pussy. I jerked off to the video and the sounds of their continuing sex until I came.

Later on I was passed out in my bed when I heard someone open my door. I turn over to look at the door and it’s my mom wearing only her bathrobe. She comes into my room and sits on the edge of my bed. I sit up and as her what she wants. I notice her look over at my desk and sitting next to the computer is the camera I used earlier. I could tell she was having a hard time trying to say what was on her mind so I went first. I ask her, “how long have you and Jennifer been fucking?” when I look of shock she says, “since she moved in with us.” Curious to know more I ask, “How is she? I’ve imagined what it would be like.” Not sure if she should answer the question she says, “Maybe you’ll get to find out on your own.” She starts to stand up and I see her glance down at my crotch where I obvious have a boner. She runs her eyes up my body until we make eye contact. “So, you like the idea of fucking Jennifer, huh? What about your mom? I’m not hot enough for you?” I grin and say, “Well, the thought has crossed my mind. But, you would never go for that.” She giggles, “It doesn’t hurt to ask. Besides it’s normal for a son to be attracted to his mom, it’s part of nature.” I look at her, “Well? Would you like to spend the night in here tonight? I have something that Jennifer can’t give you.” She stands there thinking for a second before finally shedding her robe and crawling on top of me, “Show me you’re not a minute man like your father.”

She slides her wet pussy down on my shaft slowly sitting all the way down on my dick. She begins to move up and down slamming her pussy hard on my dick. With her huge tits bouncing in my face riding my dick I began to massage her hard nipples with my mouth nibbling softly when she tells me to bite down on them. I start to bite down harder on her nipples and she moans loudly. After ten minutes of riding my cock she tells me she wants me to fuck her from behind. She gets off my dick and gets on all fours on my bed. I get behind her on my knees I grab my cock directing it to her pussy and it easily slides into getting some of her juices on my finger. I lick my fingers before grabbing her hips and start pounding her pussy. I grab a handful of her hair and began to pull her head back back making her moans louder. After 15 minutes of fucking her from behind I tell her I’m about to cum. She tells me to cum inside of her and right as those words left her mouth I shot my load inside of her trying to get deeper and deeper inside of her with each shot coming out of my cock. I pull my dick and lay down on the bed. She lays down next to me, smiles, and says, “You’re WAY better than your father. I hope this won’t be our last time.” She got up put her robe back on and left my room. I went to sleep and the next morning for me was filled with awkward moments. But later in the day was filled with more incest fun… more on that later though.

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Angelina Jolie Lesbian Pictures

2010-03-22T08:57:00.000+02:00

Angelina Jolie Lesbian Pictures

Lesbian Angelina Jolie

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Young Lesbians Minnie & Mary in Pantyhose Pose & Strip

2010-03-22T04:34:00.000+02:00

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Lesbian Catagories: The In-between

2010-03-22T02:53:00.000+02:00

Being a lesbian is not easy; to say it is not easy is actually to put it mildly.

I have been a lesbian all of my life, but I have not had an easy time of it because I don’t conform to the norms of lesbianism.

I am what others refer to as an in-between—this means that I am not butch enough to be butch and not femme enough to be considered feminine.

Being a femme is easy and being a butch is easy because there is a category for each of these but being an in-between leaves you longing. What usually happens is that I will meet someone and they will try and put me in a category mostly in the butch variety.

Can some In-Betweens get love too?

Why do you try and label me? Am I not a woman like you?

Why do I need to be harder or softer? Can’t I just be who I am?

The femmes have it so easy because nothing is required of them.

The butches have it easy because everyone knows what to expect from them, but those of us who are in-betweens there is just no place for us in the lesbian community.

Femmes don’t want to make love—they want to be serviced, and butches don’t want to be touched—they want to please.

I want to make love to a woman and have a woman make love to me. I am fine with pleasing but that is not enough to satisfy the part of me that longs to be pleased in kind.

What is an in-between to do when we need love too!

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what i didn't tell you about our (second) wedding...

2010-03-22T01:36:00.000+02:00

us! getting married! legally! (look at our cute friends!) photo by Christopher T. Assaf, Baltimore Sun

was that there was going to be a news crew there. (i keep a good secret, right??)

i’ll admit, i wasn’t really feeling the fact that there was going to be a Baltimore Sun reporter and photographer/videographer at our st. patty’s day outdoor ceremony–hell i had enough trouble having my photo taken at the first one, and we hired her (hi jaime!)–but holly talked me into it. after all, we’re a media-friendly couple, and i realized that our story could actually change some minds out there, so i decided to take one for the team.

so for all of you not living in the baltimore area (or that aren’t facebook friends), may i present to you…our legal wedding. (cheers to reporter scott calvert for doing a really great job. i’m a tough one to please, but even *i* teared up!)

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How & Why Transgender Surgery?

2010-03-22T01:35:00.000+02:00

(written March 7th, 2010)

So, what do you do when the things your soul and destiny is pulling you toward do not make sense in pretty much every way, yet, make sense in perhaps the only way that matters?

I have always wanted to be a boy. Let me correct that. I always thought I was a boy until I was forced to adjust to dress and act like a girl. Even as a young kid, I loved my family, my friends and society – there was no sacrifice I wouldn’t make to keep in harmony. But as we all know, there are intentions and then there are things that are simply your nature that seem to seep out no matter how much your heart is in the right place. The older I got, the more depressed I got. It all started with having crushes on my girl friends and resolving to never act on them to the point I was not comfortable enjoying the physical and mental closeness friends are meant to share. This made life so much lonelier – not to feel like I could hug them, sleep in the same bed or touch their hair without this utter fear of being perverted (even when there were no romantic feelings involved on my end at all with the person). This is one of the reasons I am so easily affectionate and natural with guys. I have never had to stump what is natural with guys… in fact, with guys I have done the opposite: stretching it in hopes of getting to the point my role would be no longer a role but genuinely become the core me.

If I were just lesbian, that would be one thing. But… then I started growing breasts. I have been hunch-backed ever since then (most of you still have to correct my posture every time you see me). My teacher in elementary school even called in a parent-teacher conference with my mom about this. I was too afraid to tell them the full truth – that I didn’t feel like a girl and didn’t want these breasts. So, I only told them that I was ashamed of them since I was the first one to grow them in my class. She gave me these exercises to do with my arms and shoulders for a straight back and told me I would grow out of feeling this way and that there was nothing to be ashamed of.

Growing up with a sister who is totally into being a girl was one of the biggest reasons I put so much pressure on myself – everybody looked up to her and I wanted to in the same manner as well; but I never wanted to be like her, in truth. I always just wanted to be her little brother who was there for her like a big brother, lol. Then I got my period for the first time at age 11. I remember my mom telling me what to do with the pad and my sister saying how she could not believe my maturity and ‘okayness’ with having periods. She didn’t know that it was nothing compared to what I had already been going through – what is another weight on my shoulder? I was resilient because this was just another burden to bear and unlike the breasts it would at least be temporary in its reminder of how the body I am in is not the right gender/unnatural.

I allowed her (sis) to give me makeovers, put lipstick on me and one day I even wore a tight top with short shorts to school (yes, still in elementary school). One thing I had never lacked was courage to fully insert myself in what I want to believe to be right. This has probably been the root of all the misery throughout my life. My life has been a tug-of-war, a see-saw, a total DICHOTOMY because of this very struggle between who I feel I am and who I ought to be according to the principles of the things I care more about than myself: God, my family and certain friends. There were things I could get away with as a child when I was extra young; like, my interest in sports, playing with cars, boy haircuts and dressing like a boy. Some of these things I got to continue to do like sports, but so many things that I had to start behaving differently with publicly, felt like I had to choke 50% of who I am. And if anyone had to ever do something similar, you know that cutting half of yourself out makes the authentic leftover half nearly worthless in the sense of ability to be fully joyous and functional.

We are made perfectly in our souls – though our bodies are imperfect. When I watched this documentary and heard Scott say how there is nothing he wants to change about his soul, it was for the first time that I felt someone truly experienced all I have and feel. The outside does not match the inside… it can be the prettiest shell, but I will always be unhappy (and I will admit it: suicidal like I have been for most of my life) if I don’t find a way to reconcile this issue. I significantly and satisfactory tried everything I possibly could: be straight, be a lipstick lesbian, be a dyke lesbian, be celibate, forget about it all together and focus on other things in life for years, etc. I always told myself that the reason for my depression was my ‘logistical’ status, finances, and or simply being gay. But what you guys don’t know is that this rut has been going on since I was a child in Holland. I can say that I started being depressed over my gender as young as at age 6-7 and knew I was a boy ever since birth.

We (my family/friends and i) have been wracking our brains wondering why someone as ‘beautiful, talented, intelligent, courageous, energetic, social, etc’ as me cannot get her life together. What is there to be sooooooooo depressed about to become this dysfunctional when it is obvious that I am not mentally or psychologically challenged/damaged? I am a complete person. Yes, I have it harder in some really big ways that other people don’t due to my ‘that’ issue and trusting a lot of the wrong people to help me, along with a few other things I could mention… but still I am extremely happy and enthusiastic and realistic. The ONLY issue is, again, the physical does not match the soul – the person and personality that is my born and core and true self, which makes my place in society and pursuit of love and intimacy nearly impossible. The closest to being happy as a child is when I would go get my boy haircuts. I vividly remember how happpppy, centered, full of light and ease I was each time.

Funny enough…. The genuinely happiest I have felt since then was when I had my hair cut short like a boy again October of 2009. Those that were there and those that have experienced it after the cut… how much more fun and real and relaxed and ME was I to be around once I did this? I was beaming. I could wake up in the morning again, my depression was subsiding. Until… I decided that I have to grow it out again. You see, the hair alone made such a huge difference, but it wasn’t enough…. I was still struggling with two things: my voice, and, my breasts. Even when I TOTALLY looked and felt like myself… a guy… the second I would have to open my mouth like to the cashier at the grocery store, it (my joy) would just all crumble and I would almost feel like a freak. Like a Domino-effect from the voice thing, the breast thing started to burst its bubble for me, as well. Even putting on the tightest sports bra wasn’t good enough to make me feel like I could walk tall and proud and happy again.

So, I gave in… even though I had prayed and found peace with God about being gay, then willingly tried being straight for God…. thennnnnnn I reverted my beliefs and the truth, again — I got wigs, started growing out my hair and thought to myself… I am not a dyke-lesbian, I am not very good at being a lipstick lesbian, I have gotten really good at this feminine bi character and look. The dyke lesbian made me happiest albeit the joy was short-lived, then the lipstick lesbian, then the bi girl let alone straight Shae. The point is that being that feminine bi Shae gave me the best chances at fitting in with society. I still get to be with girls, I still get to try and become straight, and I look and act the farthest from a ‘freak’ as I possibly could while retaining some sanity. You guessed it – I got it wrong again.

There has only been one thought throughout all of this that made sense to me and clicked in an unexplainable truth in my heart: transgender surgery. At first I didn’t want to consider it because of my height. Then I realized how so many in love do not care about such imperfections as height, looks, dick size… just so many examples. I have seen guys as tall as me or shorter getting married and having their wives be totally in love with them. So, I said ok Shae(y) what are you going to do? Are you going to wait until you are 30 or 40 to finally start being functional by dealing with this depression and stress of a double-life? First of all, I don’t know how on earth I am going to get the money… but where there is a Shae (or Shay as I will change it!) there is a way – not like I am stuck in a 3rd world village.

You know that question they tell you to ask yourself? “If you could do anything you wanted regardless of money or any other obstacle, what would make you happy to do in life?” My answer is 1million percent a sex change surgery. Remove these breasts, give me my testosterone voice and body and my penis. Just let me go through life being able to stand tall, shine without having to, then again, imprison my shine. This on and off, happy-unhappy, energetic-lifeless… this switch is not healthy and I am no good to God, myself or anyone or anything in this world. I can’t believe I finally found the root, the answer… and how impossible it seems. But it has been done and people have manifested more outrageous dreams. I choose to believe. I am releasing this into the world and may God’s mercy bring it to a beautiful, healthy, successful reality. Imagine how hard and dysfunctional life would be for you if you had to go through it wanting to physically be another gender? I used to beat myself up for failing at things… now I look at everything as: wow, I am proud of my persistence and courage to try and try and tryyyyy under the most strenuous conditions I never gave myself credit for until now that I am no longer afraid to acknowledge the truth of it: sex reassignment surgery is right for me. The question now is only when will i make this completing transition?

[Via http://shae2shay.wordpress.com]

The Theory of Homosexual To Heterosexual Conversion

2010-03-22T00:29:00.000+02:00

In light of my recent blog about Donnie McClurkin, I’ve been getting a lot of feedback and the icing on the cake was a [former] friend of mine claiming that she was converting to heterosexuality. First, let me say this before I even go deep into this subject: [WARNING: THIS IS NOT A DISCLAIMER IN NO WAY, SHAPE, OR FORM!!!] As I’ve gotten older I have begun to question the existence of homosexuality as gender becomes so fluid. Personally, I’ll answer to any gender terminology as long as it’s respectful. Now, I have female friends who own more masculine identities who sometimes prefer to be acknowledged as such and even when they don’t I tend to do so anyway. Also I have male friends who carry themselves in a more feminine manner and they either prefer to be acknowledged as such or tend to be regardless of their preference. Then there are my transgender friends, some I’ve known since pre-transition and some post transition and I treat them no different because we are all human at the end of the day. Quite frankly, my personal motto is: “Everyone is gay until proven straight!”

With that being said, I’ll approach this subject as most people do believing that there are alternative “sexual” lifestyles and not acknowledging how gender roles and expressions are up for question… If someone is genuinely homosexual whether it be gay, lesbian, or bisexual they will approach relationships with the gender that they prefer to build romantic relationships with and just like their heterosexual comrades they will court/date them to learn if that person is someone who they can build their life with. Also with that territory comes sexual relations between both consenting adults. Personally, I don’t believe that the act makes anyone “gay” (or even “straight” for that matter) but yet the intent behind it. There are people who experiment with the “lifestyle” this is what the “Q” in LGBTQ originally stood for – “Questioning” but some of us have adapted it to mean “Queer” (I am one of those people). Our “questioning” comrades have been known to be in “the life” build friendships and have relationships within the community and then one day decide for whatever reason that it’s not for them. Some have remained allies but others get so “holier than thou” that they openly discuss their disdain for “us” and our “lifestyle”. First, let me say this – no one “decides” to be ostracized from their communities and families because they love differently, I say love because as hard as it may be to conceptualize for some people it just really isn’t all about the sexual act for us! This is where I will discuss three incidents that are relative to me:

CASE #1: My first girlfriend (in my adulthood) identifies herself as a straight woman and did so throughout our whole 2yr relationship and continues to do so even though she has tried to re-approach our relationship a number of times. I loved this woman thoroughly and would have spent my life with her but she could not commit to who she is (or was) so therefore even though we discussed it many times it would never come to fruition without her making any moves toward self-commitment. She has also had other relationships with other women but yet and still does not acknowledge her “homosexual” ways openly. Dangerous territory, if you ask me…

CASE #2: My [former] college friend who had a live in girlfriend when I met her and was screaming rainbows throughout our friendship recently informed me that she was converting to heterosexuality. Now, quite frankly I take no issue with whom people prefer to build their lives with as that has nothing to do with me. It was her “religious” stand point on the issue that bothered me as I had known her for years and she never even mentioned having a relationship with [any] God, on top of the fact that I often spent the night at her house over the weekends so that I could get to my own church easier as it was just around the corner from her place of residence and she never took me up on the offer to join me… While that is neither here nor there at this point it does cause me to question many aspects of our friendship if that was indeed what we genuinely had. I tried to converse with her in order to understand her point of view on the situation but she honestly didn’t make any sense. She had gone through some trials and tribulations with a former partner of mine and fell in love with someone who did not share the feeling mutually with her. Eventually she claimed that her lesbianism was the direct cause of her anger. I openly laughed at the blasphemous statement as another “converted” friend of hers jumped into our conversation and spoke ill of me for not being “straight” which was also laced with religious rhetoric. All in all I grew tired of trying to understand someone who I felt only meant to harm me because I questioned her decision to go in a direction that was seemingly unnatural to her existence, que sera…

CASE #3: I was just recently informed that a distant acquaintance of mine “converted to heterosexuality” after being a lesbian for most of her young adult life. The decision has something to do with her somewhat religious upbringing and since I really don’t know her well all I can do is wish her luck in her endeavors.

I can tell you this about homosexuality that I know every gay person that I know, including the ones that I don’t would agree upon: No one would ever choose to live a life that would cause them to possibly be disowned by their families, ostracized from their communities with the potential of never knowing what it is to be a family. As it stands it is still against the law for us to get married in many states and though we are recognized in others it is not mandatory for that recognition to be upheld throughout all 50 of these un-United States of America. It’s even saddening for me to try to understand why I need a law to protect my union with another consenting adult regardless of their gender but I do know that this is the world in which I live in….

While I proudly live my life as an open lesbian being I can totally understand why someone would choose to “convert to heterosexuality”. There is a lot of pressure on the gay community to conform to societal standards based off of gender stereotypes. Hate crimes and suicide are the leading cause of death of many members within our community. Sometimes the suicide is a direct effect of an experienced hate crime (or multiple as we are never subject to just one in our lifetime). This is not a pity party just basic facts that most people often overlook. The ordeal many gay people face when it comes to religion can be rather traumatizing in and of itself, I personally have been blessed to be inexperienced in this area but don’t let my somewhat liberal background fool you as it has taken my family 20yrs just to realize that THIS IS NOT A PHASE!

Recently I was at an event called “Lez Talk” hosted by a group called “Lesbos Are mad” here in Atlanta, GA. The hostess invited her mother to come speak to us to help her gain a better understanding of her daughter. This woman spoke of having concern for her daughters’ spiritual well being and asked us all (who felt comfortable answering) what we would say if God was standing before us… God is a sore subject for a lot of people in the Gay community because we have been biblicly beaten by religious zealots, some our own flesh and blood. Yes, there was a lot of answering around her question and testimonials of some sort. I do remember her question being answered directly but unfortunately I don’t remember any specifics. The lyrics of india.aries’ song “Video” played in my head, specificly this particular verse:

“When I look in the mirror and the only one there is me

Every freckle on my face is where it’s supposed to be

And I know our creator didn’t make no mistakes on me

My feet, my thighs, my lips, my eyes;

I’m lovin’ what I see…….”

And this is exactly how I feel about it regardless of anyone elses perception of me. If you’re so concerned about any impending damnation on my soul (or anyone elses for that matter) I suggest that in love that you get down on bended knees and go deep in prayer on my behalf. It would be much more appreciated than hearing the same misinterpreted Bible scriptures verbally beaten into our brains incessantly.

In conclusion, everyone is entitled to live their life loving in the manner that is natural to them. I have always loved women, I have also loved men (just as passionately and intensely as any Same Gender Loving relationship that I’ve been in) the difference being my intent. I would not be able to commit my life to any man completely because I genuinely love women , bottom line – no special extravagant explanation, just my plain Gods honest truth that I live with. I don’t seek tolerance from anyone but I do hope to gain acceptance by helping people understand who I am, in turn my community shall benefit from my efforts. I love no one any less if they decide that being gay is not for them, I of all people understand but to quote Albert Einstein “If you can’t explain it simply then you don’t understand it completely…”

Lastly, in direct conflict of my last sentence – no one owes anyone an explanation but if at some point we don’t confidently speak the truths that we live daily we won’t ever see Martin Luther King Jrs “Dream” fruition into reality:

“I have a dream that my four children will one day

live in a nation where they will not be judged by the

color of their skin but by the content of their character.”

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Awe!

2010-03-21T12:11:00.000+02:00

I woke up this morning to the sweetest message from Rich! He occasionally writes me really touching emails when he’s away from me, and they completely melt my heart and make me walk on air for the rest of the day. With the news of him possibly (more likely than not) staying on posting for another month, I think it’s hit us both a little hard, because we were starting to get attached again, with only 13 days to go.

Somehow ended up having a sex dream about Olivia Wilde…..the exact opposite reaction to my nightmare last night . My only regret is that Rich wasn’t there to see it, but I can tell him all about my mental encounter . Anyone have dreams like that?

I was doing some thinking in my half-awake moments, and I decided that the male form is under-appreciated. I’m really super attracted to Rich, in all his male-ness, and I find that many Bi’s focus on the female form more, maybe because it’s more taboo? There’s something to be said for a powerful male body though, I mean, they’re built for raw strength and athleticism (well……………….the hot ones are anyways), while women are soft and curvy. Rich definitely falls into the hot category, and I have to say, I can’t wait to see him again to start appreciating him (physically) all over again! I appreciate him mentally and emotionally of course, as he really does keep me in higher spirits than I normally would be in, but he also is there for me when I’m sad, which lately has been more often than not, as he’s gone! The sun has been helping too though. It’s hard to be sad when the sun is out for two weeks straight, an all the snow is gone

[Via http://thelifeofbibaby.wordpress.com]

Brouhaha in Boulder: A Tough Witness

2010-03-19T19:49:00.000+02:00

Brouhaha in Boulder

A Tough Witness

March 19, 2010

Sacred Heart of Jesus School in Boulder, Colorado, recently informed the parents of two students that their children wouldn’t be re-admitted for next fall’s term.

Normally, that would be a matter between the parents and the school and not the stuff of national news. But not this time.

That’s because the parents in question are a lesbian couple.

Father Bill Breslin, the parish priest, explained that the decision was motivated by concern for the children’s well-being. According to Breslin, “If a child of gay parents comes to our school, and we teach that gay marriage is against the will of God, then the child will think that we are saying their parents are bad…We don’t want to put any child in that tough position.”

That prompted Breslin to ask an obvious question: “Why would good parents want their children to learn something they don’t believe in?” He noted that “there are so many schools in Boulder that see the meaning of sexuality in an entirely different way than the Catholic Church does. Why not send their children there?”

Not surprisingly, what’s best for the children isn’t what’s at stake for the Church’s critics. Students from Iliff School of Theology, a liberal Protestant institution, protested outside of the Archdiocese of Denver’s offices, holding up signs that read “Standing on the Side of Love.”

Please.

As Archbishop Charles Chaput, a formidable defender of orthodoxy, explains, Catholic schools “exist primarily to serve Catholic families with an education shaped by Catholic faith and moral formation.” So it’s reasonable, he says, to expect “school families to live their Catholic identity faithfully.”

Now, Catholic schools do accept students of other faiths and no faith. They accept children of single parents and divorced parents. But they also expect that these parents will not offer a “serious counter-witness” to Catholic teaching in their actions.

It’s difficult to imagine a more obvious “counter-witness” than the case of the lesbian couple in Boulder. Orthodox Christians of all denominations hold that sexual intimacy outside a marriage is morally wrong and that marriage is a covenant which can only occur between a man and a woman.

As Chaput says, these teachings “are central” to a Christian understanding of “human nature, family and happiness, as well as the organization of society.” Ignoring the contradiction would undermine the purpose for which Christian schools exist.

A Boulder gay rights group vowed that “decisions like this aren’t going to be tolerated.” I guess that means that in the name of “tolerance” and “love,” they won’t let Christians impose their faith on themselves.

This is exactly why Christian leaders from all denominations, including Archbishop Chaput, wrote the Manhattan Declaration—and why now nearly half a million Christians have signed it. Please, come to BreakPoint.org, and we’ll show you how you can sign the Manhattan Declaration yourself and take a stand for religious freedom, traditional marriage, and the sanctity of life.

We have to act. Because, given the trajectory of our culture, it won’t be long before many, indeed most of us, are facing the kind of challenges the Sacred Heart of Jesus School did. May we, please God, all of us stand for Truth.

[Via http://biblenewstoday.wordpress.com]

Why Wahoos are Woeful in Office!

2010-03-19T18:20:00.000+02:00

So I really have been trying to keep the number of “Educated Opinion” posts to a minimum these days but I couldn’t resist this one any longer…

For quite some time now I have been trying to figure out what happened to our Attorney General Ken Cuccinelli. You may remember him as the man who campaigned on, “reserving public safety is the first responsibility of state government.” Or perhaps you remember the candidate who, “will continue to make every effort to make the Virginia Budget accessible to all Virginians so that they can hold their elected representatives accountable for every dollar they spend. Additionally, I will lead the way by putting the budget of the Attorney General’s office on-line for all to see.” Better yet, perhaps you reminisce about the guy who, “will direct the Attorney General’s office in a manner that is as minimally burdensome on our businesses and economy as possible.”

I have yet to see any headlines in these departments from the Office of the Attorney General. What I have seen though are the following:

VA Challenges EPA’s Stance on Global Warming (and Climate Change)
VA Attorney General to Colleges: End Gay Protections then a week later… Cuccinelli Not Giving In on College’s Gay Bias Policies
Cuccinelli’s Office Confirms Virginia Will Sue Over Healthcare and further… Cuccinelli Renews Threat to Challenge Health Care Reform
Cuccinelli Denies He’s a Paranoid Birther (aka thinks President Obama isn’t a by-birth-American citizen) and here’s the video/audio

Wow, I mean wow… take a moment, regain your breath, slow your heart rate down… okay hopefully you’ve returned to a state of calm now.

So what in the world was Virginia thinking when they elected this guy? I’m not sure because I voted for Steve Shannon, who granted could have gone just as AWOL (Absent Without Leave) on his campaign promises as AG Cuccinelli has apparently. Interesting thought when you take into consideration all the criticism President Obama has received about abandoning campaign promises. Ken Cuccinelli makes Obama look like the Pope in terms of truthful campaigns.

So what in the world could have caused such a change in character by Ken Cuccinelli? Perhaps he’s just a really good politician– you know say one thing and mean to do another. Or perhaps the voters of Virginia have been drinking their contaminated water supply and thus become less intelligent and weren’t able to pick up on the bullshit cow-with-horns-poop Cuccinelli was dishing out. Better yet, maybe it’s the fact that Cuccinelli graduated from that school in Charlottesville… The (other) University of in Virginia.

Naaahhh… silly reader. It’s none of those things (okay at least not primarily). See his real intentions are rooted in his future “career” as a politician.

Side note… I believe there is no such thing as a career as a politician and I share that belief with Thomas Jefferson who said, “experience hath shown, that even under the best forms of government those entrusted with power, in time, and by slow operations, perverted it into tyranny.” In other words… spend too much time as a politician and you can’t help but succumb to its evil ways of lying, deceit, and inefficiency. Guess Mr. Cuccinelli didn’t pay attention to that part of his alma mater’s founding father’s teachings.

Okay so back to the notion that Cuccinelli is doing all of this show-boating and stunting to set himself up for a run for office. What office you might ask? Well look at our current governor, Bob McDonnell was none other than the former Attorney General in Virginia. In fact a pretty good number of previous Virginia governors served first as the Attorney General.

So what’s so scary/bad about all of this? Well, in my opinion, it is that Cuccinelli is starting to craft state policy. He’s losing sight of what he’s charged with as the Attorney General, which is to protect the Constitution of the Commonwealth of Virginia and handle all its legal affairs. In fact there’s a great column on this nonpartisan observation in the Daily Press (surprising I know– that paper is usually terrible!).

That’s a wrap folks. Think about it, regardless of how you voted, or which side of the isle you sit on. An Attorney General creating state policy with no checks or balances is never a good thing, no matter which party he claims as his own. I promise, I’ll be back to the good food, drinks, and laughter with the next post!

Until next time, Cheers!

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In Africa, a step backward on human rights - Desmond Tutu

2010-03-19T17:45:00.000+02:00

Hate has no place in the house of God. No one should be excluded from our love, our compassion or our concern because of race or gender, faith or ethnicity — or because of their sexual orientation. Nor should anyone be excluded from health care on any of these grounds. In my country of South Africa, we struggled for years against the evil system of apartheid that divided human beings, children of the same God, by racial classification and then denied many of them fundamental human rights. We knew this was wrong. Thankfully, the world supported us in our struggle for freedom and dignity.

It is time to stand up against another wrong.

Gay, lesbian, bisexual and transgendered people are part of so many families. They are part of the human family. They are part of God’s family. And of course they are part of the African family. But a wave of hate is spreading across my beloved continent. People are again being denied their fundamental rights and freedoms. Men have been falsely charged and imprisoned in Senegal, and health services for these men and their community have suffered. In Malawi, men have been jailed and humiliated for expressing their partnerships with other men. Just this month, mobs in Mtwapa Township, Kenya, attacked men they suspected of being gay. Kenyan religious leaders, I am ashamed to say, threatened an HIV clinic there for providing counseling services to all members of that community, because the clerics wanted gay men excluded.

Uganda’s parliament is debating legislation that would make homosexuality punishable by life imprisonment, and more discriminatory legislation has been debated in Rwanda and Burundi.

These are terrible backward steps for human rights in Africa.

Our lesbian and gay brothers and sisters across Africa are living in fear.

And they are living in hiding — away from care, away from the protection the state should offer to every citizen and away from health care in the AIDS era, when all of us, especially Africans, need access to essential HIV services. That this pandering to intolerance is being done by politicians looking for scapegoats for their failures is not surprising. But it is a great wrong. An even larger offense is that it is being done in the name of God. Show me where Christ said “Love thy fellow man, except for the gay ones.” Gay people, too, are made in my God’s image. I would never worship a homophobic God.

“But they are sinners,” I can hear the preachers and politicians say. “They are choosing a life of sin for which they must be punished.” My scientist and medical friends have shared with me a reality that so many gay people have confirmed, I now know it in my heart to be true. No one chooses to be gay. Sexual orientation, like skin color, is another feature of our diversity as a human family. Isn’t it amazing that we are all made in God’s image, and yet there is so much diversity among his people? Does God love his dark- or his light-skinned children less? The brave more than the timid? And does any of us know the mind of God so well that we can decide for him who is included, and who is excluded, from the circle of his love?

The wave of hate must stop. Politicians who profit from exploiting this hate, from fanning it, must not be tempted by this easy way to profit from fear and misunderstanding. And my fellow clerics, of all faiths, must stand up for the principles of universal dignity and fellowship. Exclusion is never the way forward on our shared paths to freedom and justice.

The writer is archbishop emeritus Desmond Tutu of Cape Town, South Africa. He won the Nobel Peace Prize in 1984.

In commemoration of human rights day (21st March 2010)

Article appeared in Washington Post, 12 March 2010.

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You’re Outta Here!

2010-03-19T17:23:00.000+02:00

I’ve often had a fantasy that everyone would turn some shade of pink related to their position on the Kinsey Scale. Pale white heteros to shocking pink homos. Even if it were just for a week, I think our fight would be over. People could not deny knowing or admiring any homosexuals if that highly paid action hero were to suddenly turn the color of a memorial day peony. Imagine how festive the CPAC convention could have been!

via You’re Outta Here! | Our Big Gayborhood.

Jester over at Our Big Gayborhood invites a discussion on whether it’s only right to out gay people.

Inspired by the recent stories of Roy Ashburn and Sean Hayes, Jester asks the question:

Do celebrities or other public figures have a responsibility to come out of the closet?

What do you think?

[Via http://biggaycloset.com]

It's all about the "Characters"

2010-03-19T16:50:00.000+02:00

It Ain’t Just The Size is a unique book with characters that have strong, yet separate identities. Although my book has yet to be released it is being called “Literary Gumbo”… “Refreshing”… “Powerful”… “Inspirational” . As you can see tell there is a lot in store for you when you pick up a copy of It Ain’t Just The Size.

Special $5 special discount, pick yours up today.

Lance

Ex-Con. After playing in a semi-pro basketball league he is now a college student trying to make his way in the world. No stranger to being against the odds he stays focused on school, his daughter, and the time he has lost. He has a good job and a good heart but things beyond his control hold him back. Not only is he worried that if he doesn’t get a scholarship that his college career is over, but also that love may not be in the cards for him. He is the kind of guy that works hard all of his like and never gets any credit. He usually has a book around him.

PrinCess

She oversees Planned Parentage clinics in the L.A. area. She has returned to her old Long Beach after a three year absence, to heal her heart. She doesn’t suffer fools or hold her tongue for no man. so it’s best to stay on her good side. She is a college educated, intelligent, strong woman who seems to have it all, but does she?

Jennifer

She is a school teacher, that is in a relationship with Sadari. Jennifer is noted for her beautiful, but even moreso for being angry. She is even more opinionated than her girlfriend.

Billy

He is the youngest character. he is 6′2″ and has dred locs. Billy is an admitted kleptomaniac, pathological liar, alcoholic and he is damn proud of it. He is currently between jobs, but more on that later. He asks those typical children questions, like why for and how come. What’s on his mind…sex, plain and simple. He is never without his backpack, or a cup of alcohol.

Sadari

She works in a law firm. Although she is very much involved in another relationship she secretly wants to be with Lance. Sadari is he is opinionated, insightful and determined, but will she get her man?

Bori

A young Puerto Rican, who used to deal drugs. He has a temper and sometimes he seems to appear out of nowhere. Bori is trying to become a better man for himself, and a better father for his daughter… there is just one thing standing in his way … see video:

Qui

Lance’s eight year old daughter. She is bright and inquisitive.

1-Beer

An older woman in her 50s. She is always seen with one beer in her hand. She is streetwise. She keeps her ear to the streets, so she knows the temperature.

The Talent

The Talent is comprised of one person with a guitar, and one person with a portable drum set. They roll together. They only speak with their music.

Got Questions? Now Get Answers

MG Hardie

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Event: "City of Borders" in Cleveland

2010-03-19T16:30:00.000+02:00

City of Borders is a film following the intertwined lives of a group of queer people living on the Israel/Palestine border. It will screen during the Cleveland International Film Festival Friday, March 26, at 5:00 p.m. and Sunday, March 28, at 7:40 p.m. The film will have English, Hebrew and Arabic subtitles.

Co-sponsored by TransOhio, discounts are available for TransOhio friends, family and allies.

If you don’t live in Cleveland, e-mail TransOhio@gmail.com for carpool arrangements to see City of Borders.

For more information, full film schedule and times, visit the Cleveland Film Festival Web site.

City of Borders full plot summary

They are Israeli. They are Palestinian. They are gay. They are lesbian. And they come to the Shushan Pub in Jerusalem to discuss love, politics and religion. This documentary follows the daily lives of pub owner Sa’ar Netanel and four young people, Israeli and Palestinian, whose interwoven personal stories show the intricacies and challenges of living a gay lifestyle in the Middle East, within a very complex cit of borders.

Shushan, says pub owner Netanel, is the one place in the city where they can be themselves. Netanel opened the pub in 2003, the same year he was elected to the city council as its first openly gay member. Adam, a former Israeli soldier, who was stabbed by an Orthodox Jew while marching in a gay pride parade, proudly shows off his scar. Reva, a Jewish doctor, wants a baby while her Palestinian lover Samira, a nurse, does not. Their relationship breaks two taboos: same sex relations and relations between Arabs and Jews. And there is Boody, a devout muslim Palestinian who performs as a drag queen. When his life is threatened, he unwillingly leaves Jerusalem for the United States where he eventually settles in the Cleveland area.

[Via http://stuffqueerpeopleneedtoknow.wordpress.com]

walking the dog

2010-03-19T15:55:00.000+02:00

Tall wheat is blowing in the wind as I look down upon it from the dyke. Maxi, my lesbian Jack Russel, is terrorising Berend, my brother’s lover’s male Golden Retriever, which is gayer then christmas since it’s totally trying to be Maxi’s (lesbian) bottom.That or he’s a masochist. I brought Berend so Maxi would have a playmate to run with here in these green and cream colored pastures. Life is good on the dyke, no other people around and only pretty dutch countryside pictures to look at.

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Blake

2010-03-19T15:09:00.000+02:00

Blake Hayes is a New York-based TV host/reporter, radio personality, and magician. Currently, he is heard across the Tri-State area on 95.5 WPLJ-FM, a legendary New York radio station playing Adult Top 40 music and works as a correspondent for OurScene TV. A Connecticut native, Blake came out to his friends and family while he was in college at Emerson College in Boston and dating his first boyfriend. He says he is lucky that he has such an incredibly supportive family and wonderful friends. Blake believes that when people come out, they open themselves up to more meaningful and intimate relationships with friends, family members, and potential partners. His courage and willingness to fight for equality (he is also a very active member of the LGBTQ movement) is both inspiring and motivational. Please watch Blake’s story and visit his website, http://blakehayes.com, to learn more about all of his fantastic projects.

[Via http://iwanttheworldtoknow.org]

DRELLEN

2010-03-19T14:38:00.000+02:00

you guys have no idea how much i want these pictures to be true:

i also wish i were drew barrymore, if this is true. come out come out wherever you guys are!

if it’s not true, then i’m glad there’s some high-profile homo-eroticism going on. and go see whip it if you haven’t! it’s one of the best movies of 2009! and definitely the funnest! that’s a lot of exclamation points for me.

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OOTD Spring Has Sprung!

2010-03-19T14:36:00.000+02:00

Today it is supposed to be in the 50’s and tomorrow the 60’s and I couldn’t be more excited. We have had sunshine all week and the anticipation of Spring has got me all giddy. I can’t wait for bare legs, sandals and the freckles that will start appearing all over my body. My Dad called them angel kisses and that’s what they will always feel like. I love the warm weather and am so happy that winter is almost behind us. Today is a casual Friday and I decided to throw in a bit of Spring into my look today.

My outfit is completely from Torrid, imagine that, except for the shoes which are from Payless. I am wearing some dark wash jeggings, a bohemian patterned tank with a ruffled stretch bust, and my frilly white cardigan. I love all the colors in the pattern of my tank and played off of the punchy pink in the shirt and matched it to my cute flats that I just bought a couple weeks ago on clearance for only $7! Ultimate win!

Today my lovely girlfriend Nightrider decided to make an appearance. She is dressed in her typical Spring attire as well. With her brown t-shirt, brown and white plaid cargo shorts and white button up shirt. Her whole outfit come from Old Navy except for the shoes that are Airwalks from Payless as well. Nightrider prefers to dress for the most part in mens clothing has a hard time finding clothes because even plus sized mens clothes are made to fit mens bodies and not the curvature of a woman. Any other curvy girls out there who can identify with shopping for mens clothes some tips we have picked up is to do a lot of online shopping. The stuff in stores isnt catering to you so you have to search a bit more to make it work. American Eagle and Old Navy have online mens plus lines and they both have those cute plaid shorts that are definitely in during the warmer months. Make sure your measure yourself well and follow the sizing charts for the correct fit.

Happy Spring Everyone!

Xoxo

Stiletto & Nightrider

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Gays In The Military Lead To 8,000 Deaths!

2010-03-19T14:33:00.000+02:00

In what can only be described as pure insanity, retired General John Sheehan, former NATO commander, attributed the deaths of 8,000 Muslim men and boys massacred in Srebrenica in 1995, in part, to the Dutch allowing gays to serve in the military.

“The battalion was understrength, poorly led, and the Serbs came into town, handcuffed the soldiers to the telephone poles, marched the Muslims off and executed them,” said General Sheehan in testimony before the Senate Armed Services Committee.

“And did the Dutch leaders tell you it was because there were gay soldiers there?” asked Senator Carl Levin (D-MI).

“They included that as part of the problem,” Sheehan said.

Dutch officials were understandably displeased, and the BBC reports the Dutch Defense Ministry saying “It is astonishing that a man of his stature can utter such complete nonsense”.

I suppose we should consider ourselves lucky the good General is now retired, and now has much less influence over military affairs. We can hope the Senate isn’t swayed by his homophobia and illogical testimony.

You know, it’s a bit amazing, really. These old goats are basically saying the United States military, the best in the world, who will face down any enemy, fight any battle, endure any hardship, can’t handle the idea of a few queers in the ranks! It just terrifies them to no end. Get real, General… nobody’s after your booty!

Check out The Rachel Maddow Show’s segment about the General and his testimony.

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Why do you care? You're not gay, are you....

2010-03-19T11:00:00.000+02:00

I had wondered how to tell my parents that I was gay. I had conversations with myself in my mind about how I was going to do it, what I would say, where I would tell them. I had gone over so many scenarios that I had driven myself mad! I wrote my concerns over and over in a diary that I hid in my bedroom. What would they say, how would they feel, would they accept me for who I am?

Well things took a totally unexpected twist one night and if I could rewind time I probably — no definitely — would have done it differently!

There was an argument going on in the sitting room. I was in my bedroom, staying well out-of-the-way as it was between my mother and my brother. They have a very close relationship and i don’t recall them ever having such a serious disagreement!

My brother was very heated over something and eventually stormed out of the sitting room. He came up to my room, sat on the bed and told me what was happening.

His friend Mark wanted him to go to The George, a gay bar in the city. My brother had no problem with that and he had mentioned it to our Mam. Well she freaked out!

There was no way he was going to a gay bar, why would he want to go there, there will be dirty old men crawling all over him, it wouldn’t be a good environment to be in, etc, etc. He really wanted to be supportive to his friend and even though he was 18, an adult and legally allowed to drink, he wanted Mam to understand why he was doing this. He asked me to speak to Mam and try to explain to her.

I headed down to the sitting room, Mam was sitting watching TV. I asked her why she had a problem with Bob going to the George. She told me that she didn’t want gay old men leaching all over him. I tried to explain that it wasn’t like that, that it was just like any other pub except with a gay twist, that they weren’t going to see him as fresh meat! So we started arguing about it. Then the unexpected happened.

“Why do you care? You’re not gay, are you?”

I could tell by her face that as soon as she said those words, she knew what the answer was.

I answered her with silence, just looking at her.

Damn it, it wasn’t meant to happen this way, in the middle of an argument over my brother! I sat there looking at my mother with tears streaming down her face, not knowing what to say. Everything that I had planned in my head had just been thrown out of the window in a split second.

I got up, went outside for a cigarette and left my mother in tears in the sitting room wondering what in the hell had just happened.

[Via http://biggaycloset.com]

Robin McGehee, Dan Choi and Jim Pietrangelo: Arrested!

2010-03-19T06:57:00.000+02:00

College of the Sequoias professor and Meet in the Middle organizer Robin McGehee was arrested today in front of the White House, for participating in a “Don’t Ask Don’t Tell” protest rally. She was later released after paying a $35 fine. Also arrested were Lt. Dan Choi and Capt Jim Pietrangelo, after they handcuffed themselves to the fence in front of the Executive Mansion.

More pictures of Robin’s arrest and of Lt. Choi and Capt. Pietrangelo handcuffed to the White House’s fence after the jump. Read more at America Blog.

Pictures from MeetintheMiddle for Equality, Huffington Post and America Blog.

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Manifest Equality

2010-03-19T06:47:00.000+02:00

A few loyal friends and myself took a little trip to Hollywood for the Manifest Equality Show. I had a piece in the show, but really I wanted to see all the great art that was gonna be there. There was some really amazing work by Michael Murphy, Aaron Axelrod, Shepard Fairey, El Mac,Scot Lefavor, and Robbie Conal, just to name a few. Also we wanted to go spread our message throughout the L.A. area.

The experience was very mixed for me. It was super inspiring and the efforts of the artists and the organizers renewed my faith in the citizens of this country to stand up for equality and fairness. At the same time the fact that prop 8 ever even passed seems like one giant leap backwards. That said, my main man Ramon and myself got busy spreading our meassage across LA. We thought it was a good opportunity to reclaim a mess of illegal NPA billboards and use them to perhaps affect some social change. As a result of the generosity of the Arts Fund we were also able to distribute close to 1000 poster and t-shirts at the gallery. We got mentioned on arrestedmotion and I actually got to chat with Jordan from public ad campaign, someone who’s work I have been a fan of for quite some time. My piece at the show sold to Cisco Adler on opening night. Good people, good times, good cause.

Not a bad way to spend a few days in L.A.

http://arrestedmotion.com/2010/03/openings-manifest-equality-los-angeles/

http://www.postdiluvianphoto.com/blog/?tag=eddie-colla

http://warholian.com/?p=161

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Coronation Street to go Three Times A Night

2010-03-19T05:34:00.000+02:00

Coronation Street will now go three times a night at 7.30pm 8.30pm and 10.30pm

The storylines will be allocated to suit the time slot. For example.

7.30pm – Norris and Emily take afternoon tea. Betty makes Norris a hotpot.

8.30pm – Lloyd chats up his best mates mum. Rosie Webster goes to work selling vodka shots in Oxford St Barracuda’s. Sean meets a new boyfriend in Canal Street.

10.30pm – David Platt stabs Jason and Gary Windass.

Kevin Webster shags best mate Tyrones wife Molly (again) in the garage.

Rosie Webster and Fiz indulge in lesbian action after rejection by their respective partners. Chesney watches through the keyhole.

Sean gets naked in the gym with his latest boyfriend, as they make use of the oil thrown away by the chip shop.

Rosie Webster auditions for Playboy in a backstreet photographers off Rosserman Street.

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Tell Her Off

2010-03-19T04:04:00.000+02:00

Could society evolve? I guess not. Although people tend to believe that we’re improving our habits and going somewhere, I don’t feel it, at all. I had the weirdest day. Then again, when you’re dealing with me, nothing is always a “normal” situation. And then again, my “normal” is your “weird”, and that’s how it seems to work in my world.

I’m a simple girl. A bit overly-extroverted and all over the place, and craving a lot, but simple, and taking everything as they come. And yet the weirdest things keep happening to me. (I guess it’s because I take everything as they come..) I woke up early, which is very unusual of me during spring break. I promised my brother the days before that I would attend the music festival he was performing in, and this was a promise I had to keep. I knew it meant the world to him, therefore, it meant as much to me, and today was the day I’d keep that promise. As soon as my sister and I were ready, we left. We left about 30 minutes earlier then we normally would, just to be sure we got to the place on time if not before, to be sure we’d be seated right before his class went on. It took us about an hour to get there (from the South Shore to Vanier College) and once we reached their, our initiative was to ask the security guard where the room A-250 was, and if it was clearly the room where the Mgr-A-Parent high-school was performing. He said it was, but to access this particular room, we had to make our way into the Auditorium. After giving us the directions, me and my sister quickly made our way there. We reached the place, went inside and took our seats, but before the band could begin to play, I scanned the whole set. “This is not my brother’s class”. Me and my sister instantly got up, a little pissed that we may have been fooled by the guard. We exited the auditorium and asked the students who were helping out if that was really room A-250. They told us no, and also included that the guard led us astray… and that the room where he was standing was the A-250 we were looking for. With no time to waste, me and my sister ran up the flight of stairs, four by four, until we reached the starting point. Standing there was the security guard, and damn did he piss me off. People rarely see me mad. In fact, people usually remember me as the bright one, the optimistic, the “funny person” of the group. If you make me mad though, you better watch yourself.. The security guard stood there, and after asking us if he could let us in, he quickly replied: “No, you’re late, you can’t get in.” We explained to him that we were here on time, even before the time, but when we asked him for the room he was guarding, he directed us to a different place. We told him calmly, but not wanting to accept his mistake, he kept repeating that we couldn’t go in. “Is it Mgr-A-Parent that is about to perform?” “Yes” “Well they are who we came here to see, could we go in?” “No” “But this is room A-250, right?” “Yes.” “Why did you tell us something else the first time we asked you? And we can’t go in?” “No.” “Why?” “You’re late” This frustrated me. We basically couldn’t watch my brother’s performance because we were “late” because this security guard didn’t know what he was doing. Of course, it was too early in the morning for me to take this in, and I was frustrated, very frustrated. First: because he didn’t want to admit he made a mistake, and correct it. And two: It looked like I was breaking a promise I made to my younger sibling, who was really looking forward to having us finally assist one of his shows. I repeated the whole scenario to him, trying to see if he could understand where I was coming from, why I wanted to get in. It would have been a different story if I was actually late… but I was not. He then called another security guard to talk to me, no longer knowing what to apply. Why couldn’t he just assume himself, be a fuckin’ man and correct his fault? Why did he have to be such a fuckin’ jerk? It could have been avoided.. The other security guard asked me what was going on. I explained. Everything. He didn’t understand. And he repeated the same thing as the other. And it frustrated me. I felt my blood pumping heavily into my veins, my breath seemed to grow louder, my heart was speeding up. How could people be so…stupid? What was so hard to comprehend? He gave me the wrong directions, causing me to be “late”. And he wouldn’t let me in. And I just wanted to see that one show. For 15 minutes. Or less. And that’s all. Nothing more. The guard told me to calm down. Calm down? So he’s pushing it. Telling me to calm down? I wanted him to listen. To understand. To make sense. Did he even listen to a word I said? “Calm down, madame. Calm down or else I’m going to call the cops.” “Call the cops? Do it! I don’t care! I’ll tell them what happened!” “I’m gonna call the cops!” “Then do it! I don’t care, I just don’t understand why I can’t see my brother perform!” “I understand how you feel, but I won’t let you in.” He understood how I felt? How I felt? What the fuck? Are you serious? He was trying to empathize with me? Are you fuckin’ serious? “You don’t understand how I feel! You’re here! You’re here and you’re not breaking a promise. You’re not the one who wants to go inside, and can’t ’cause you won’t cooperate. You could go in anytime you want and I’m here.” “Calm down lady, ’cause I’ll call the cops!” The cops again. Bring the cops, the whole patrol, the army for God’s sake. Do as you please. It doesn’t affect me. In fact, it’s pointless. I’m not threatening you or harming you. I’m not hurting anybody or disrupting the place. I’m just asking questions and not getting answers. And I want my fuckin’ answers. To top it off, he followed me as I went to take a seat and a breather, and placed his hand on me. He had to touch me. You can’t touch me when I’m mad. You just can’t, and he did. I shrugged, and moved myself away. “Don’t you dare touch me, and don’t you look at me like that, or talk to me. If you want me to calm down, leave me alone.” Frustrated, very frustrated. I didn’t understand how something so simple turned into such a big mess. Well, he let us in… when it was over. And as I stepped in that room for those 60 seconds, I saw the frown on my brothers face, and the glare he gave me meaning: “You promised.” And all I could say was: “I’m sorry.”

And this was only morning.

I thought homophobia was a dying trend. I guess not. And I didn’t know that having girl friends automatically made you gay. Apparently it does. Subway station. Subway train. I’m accompanying back one of my girl friends to her school before I set off on a different path. You know, just to be a good friend. We walk in, talking, as usual, like anybody else, walk inside the train and take a seat. We make ourselves comfortable, put down our heavy purses and as I turn to her side to continue our conversation, through my peripherals, I catch someone glaring. It’s an older man, probably in his 40s, messy and angry, glaring at me, then at my friend, then back at me again. Whenever I catch someone staring, I usually stare back to make them feel uncomfortable, and it usually works. Not this time. We crossed eyes and he wouldn’t look away, but neither would I. Finally, he asked why I was staring. And I asked the same of him. Without even hesitating he shot out “I’m not the one who’s a fuckin’ stupid lesbian! Fuckin’ lesbian!!” Excuse me? First off, where did that come from? Is it written gay all over my face? And next, why should it matter to you? It’s my life. I’m not making out in your face or doing anything a straight couple wouldn’t do.. and she’s a friend. A girl can’t have any friends? Well, it’s pointless fighting back. People don’t want to accept things they did not grow up with, and arguing won’t make things any better. In fact, it usually makes things worst. I smirked then laughed, and finally added: “Suite yourself, it’s your choice.” He was very angry. He banged on the Subway doors and even spat on the train floor, constantly glaring at me and saying heinous words.. People are so angry these days, and for no good reason.. It almost saddens me.

So that was my Thursday. I almost had the cops on my back and I was called a “stupid lesbian”. How was your Thursday?

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The Villagers are getting Restless

2010-03-19T03:22:00.000+02:00

There was some sorta excitement today… something about protesters storming Speaker Pelosi’s offices, both in DC and SF, trying to force action on the Employment Non-Discrimination Act. On top of that Lt. Dan Choi, poster boy for the repeal of Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell, usurped a press event that HRC was holding on behalf of Kath Griffin’s D-list visit to the nation’s capital by taking to podium and imploring rally attendees to follow him as he marched to the White House… and handcuffed himself to the fence outside.

Geeze it’s almost like this was almost co-ordinated or something. Towleroad and AMERICAblog have more. See Lt. Choi’s speech to the Rally after the jump…

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First Date-- Success!

2010-03-19T03:11:00.000+02:00

Well, I think it’s safe to say the first (official) date was a success! I brought her flowers, which she seemed to like, and then took her to dinner. We ate and chatted a bit, then went back to (her) campus for some coffee. We did the cute (but not annoying PDA-filled) couple thing for a bit at the coffee shop and then headed to Alice in Wonderland (which, on a completely different subject, is amazing. If you haven’t seen it, you should get on that.) After the movie we ummm…. passed some time at her place before hanging out with mutual friends for a while. After time with friends we went back to her place and I left after pancakes the next morning.

*Sigh*. It just feels good, you know? I’m not head-over-heels or anything, but I still can’t help but get that warm feeling when she texts me, or get excited when she shoots me an email, and I definitely can’t shake the ridiculously cliché butterflies when I see her. When I see her… I know, really I do, that physicality is not (nor should it be) everything, however, if I could kiss her from the moment she entered the room to the moment someone forced us apart I would… in fact, we’ve been finding it very hard to walk and/or arrive places on time. In order to walk somewhere together we have to be standing relatively close and if we’re standing closely… bad things happen. (Well, “bad”, anyway.)

So short version: it went well. There will definitely be more dates, in fact I’m her date to a thing next weekend I believe. In the meantime… “long” distance dating sucks. It’s only a 30 min difference normally, longer than that now while I’m on break. But life is busy and a 30 min difference means only seeing her once, maybe twice a week which is obviously unfortunate. Alas, the woes of young “love” or at least sizable infatuation…

Any words, thoughts, advice (as always), bring ‘em on!

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The Gay Prom

2010-03-19T01:46:00.000+02:00

Ah, the Deep South. It is often spoke of as a backwater and racist den of good ol’ boys striking deals and lynching black men from jail. The fact the Itawamba County School District recently canceled the high school prom over sexual orientation really isn’t a surprise to me. It’s very disappointing, but not a surprise.

I have long been an ally for LGBT issues and fully support Constance McMillen in this issue; however, I must also not find fault with the school district.

I do not agree with their decision and think they acted cowardly and against the ideals of the United States. It is unfortunate to report they are acting within the laws of the United States – something the ACLU and others are forgetting.

First, remember that in the United States, sexual orientation is not a protected class. It should be, but it isn’t. This means that employers and the government can freely discriminate against anyone who isn’t heterosexual. In the 21st century, this is something that really needs to be changed. While some states have made sexual orientation a protected class, the federal government still has not. This shortfall enables states, like Mississippi, to freely discriminate.

Second, one must remember that this is a school event. Public educational institutions have been given a wide berth when constructing rules for students. This is one reason that school uniforms are permitted on campus. A dance, is a school-sponsored event, so the district has the established precedence to dictate what individuals can wear. In fact, schools can even determine who can and cannot attend events.

Finally, let’s not forget that this dance is paid for by the district. They have the right to hold or cancel events as they see fit. While the reason for canceling this event is a crock of crap, they still have the right to do so.

I certainly hope the district learns a lesson from this fiasco, but more importantly, I hope America learns a lesson and finally rises up and demands equal protection for all.

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Tattooed Porn Stars Joanna Angel & Andy San Dimas Fuck & Suck a Zombie

2010-03-19T00:44:00.000+02:00

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Catholic Church shouldn't cast stones

2010-03-19T00:30:00.000+02:00

Over time I have noticed some literature and many plays referencing the paedophilic Catholic priest. I always assumed this to be a cliche; the singular, terrible instance through repetition in fiction becoming universal. The events, press stories and eventual apologies of recent years say otherwise – this was not singular; it was perhaps almost universal. Children in parishes in Ireland and throughout the Catholic diaspora were in fact being abused, by priests. The frightening figure of the abusing priest was not a cliche. It was and is a truth.

I remember one of the victims and survivors of this truth standing in front of the Irish parliament and accusing it of betraying him and the many other victims of this cruelty. He spoke with great dignity and even more amazing candour about the repeated rape he suffered as a child, and the terror that gave him. Heartbreakingly he spoke about the nightmares he still has, despite now being an old man.

Compounding these crimes has been the Catholic Church’s attitude to those who have come forward. Children who were brave enough to speak of sexual matters at all, never mind to accuse a respected representative of God of such a heinous, unspeakable, unspoken and unimaginable crime were at best ignored. In many cases the priest was ‘re-educated’ and shipped to another parish, where of course he was free to abuse again. Horrible. But I can almost understand the sweeping under the carpet, the hoping it would go away, the just not knowing what to do with this terrible information. Maybe even the deliberate cover up. But that was not all. Children were brought in front of large groups of men, representatives of the Church just like their abusers, and made to swear secrecy, were told it had never happened, that they had lied and they were wrong, that God would punish them for what they said. Some say there were even abused as a punishment for speaking of their abuse and to prevent them speaking of it again.

So far so very, very bad.

This week we have the Catholic Adoption Agency pursuing their case against lesbians and gay men adopting children. Why do I mind? Well I wonder what possible moral right the Catholic establishment thinks it has to pontificate on who is fit to bring up children. I am not aware of a lesbian or gay organisation which has systematically abused children in its care, nor attempted to cover this up, nor compounded the crime by ordering children’s silence. I and others would be stupid and would rightly be seen as bigots if we suggested that Catholics should not be able to adopt because of what some powerful Catholic men have done or because of what the Catholic Church did as an institution. So why is the Catholic Church pursuing its own bigotry? It just doesn’t seem very Christian to me.

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I Can't Think Straight

2010-03-17T22:30:00.000+02:00

You know that “fact” that men supposedly think about sex once every-three-seconds; and you know how you think, that surely, cannot be possible! To have sex, women, and sex on the mind that often, surely cannot be healthy, or even natural…

Well, I think I’m suffering from it.

See, I get these bouts of what I call “Gay Days”. These are, in effect, days where I feel very, very gay. All I want to do is think, oogle, be around, watch, hear, women. I long to have another woman next to me, I long to have someone to hug, to touch, to be touched by; someone who is here. Normally, these days coincide with some-degree of sexual frustration, which for the past few months, has been a constant state for me.

This in effect means that I am going through a continuous “Gay Day”. These days are fine on a Saturday or Sunday; I can spend as much time as I want oogling over beautiful women on Tumblr or Flickr; I can watch as many films with my favourite actresses in as I want; I can even spend entire days in bed watching a whole season of The L Word. This time is free time, it’s my time, it’s time where I can literally do whatever I want.

During the week however, I’m still required to function. I’ve got my A Levels ahead of me, and yet all I can think of is the really nice arse of one of the teachers at my sixth-form.

Trying to write essays, or complete homework, in fact, any sort of required, or at least, much needed work, with the constant images of bums, boobs, and sexy eyes in my mind is completely and utterly hopeless. Worse, is that I spend some lessons just staring, looking at the perfect woman standing or sitting in front of me, and dreaming of all the possibilities. When the bell rings, suddenly I realise I’ve spent a whole hour learning absolutely nothing.

Being a good student, daughter, friend and well, human, in these situations is mind-numbingly difficult. To continuously have to counter-act any urge to shout at the top of my voice “Please, someone have sex with me” whilst walking around the corridors, or having to go through an essay with a particularly fanciable, sexy, beautiful, fabulous teacher that I am hopelessly in love with, whilst being about to see the top of her bra, and keeping a straight face, and answering and nodding appropriately, certainly is no easy task.

Next weekend I intend to ratify this excruciating problem. Now that more of my friends are of age, we can now embark upon more nights out; which almost certainly means in my group of gay friends, that we’re going to hit the gay clubs.

Even better is that a certain girl of interest is having a gathering at a pub at some time in the near future. Although I don’t properly know her, one or two of my friends do, which does mean the slight possibility of us attending. I’ve said before, I do live in hope, and I seriously hope that this might happen. Even not just for her, but because it surely must be better than yet another night in with a crap film.

In the mean-time however, I’m going to have to try my best. I’m going to have to find a way or something, to try to curb my thoughts; maybe I can try to just keep them unconscious through some weird self-hypnotic process… Or stab myself with a pin every time I inappropriately think about someone at a bad time. Conditioning worked for Pavlov’s dogs, surely it can work for me?

How on earth do men ever get anything accomplished with sex constantly on their mind? It’s truly a marvel!

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WHATTHEHELLZ LADY GAGA!!!!???

2010-03-17T22:04:00.000+02:00

Today marks the sixth day since the Avant Garde Lady Gaga and Sasha Fierce Beyonce premiered their latest smash hit telephone. Prior to the video being exposed to the public, there were rumors swarming that Gaga was a hermaphrodite and before that they said she was a devil worshiping star due to Gaga’s Bad Romance video. Now there are new rumors taking flight that suggests that Beyonce is a Lesbian.

Opinion: First off, all the Beyonce stands can tell you she is not a Lesbian. Sadly she is dating Rap Mogul Jay-Z, but it doesn’t mean that she is gay. I always had a feeling that the media would try some stupid stunt like this especially the time where they both partnered on Beyonce’s “Video Phone”. It seems like no one of the same-sex cannot collaborate on a video without the media questioning their sexuality. Alot of celebrities have collaborated to create smash hits. For example, R-Kelly and Jay-Z, Cassius and Ghostface Killah and Beyonce and Missy Elliott but does that mean they are homosexual???? no the HELLZ it doesn’t… Come on music industry and Lady Gaga stands WHATTHEHELLZ???!!!!

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Fresno State pride club meets today

2010-03-17T19:02:00.000+02:00

Hey guys!

I hope to see you all at the meeting today! There are lots of opportunities coming up for you to get involved!

3:45pm @ Center for Women and Culture.

Today we will have our share day! This is a great opportunity to let your guard down and open up with the club! Remember, we need your voice and your voice needs to be heard!!

David Reitz

President, United Student Pride

California State University Fresno

Email- onecreativeword@gmail.com

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Trolls, Sock Puppets and Godbots

2010-03-17T17:32:00.000+02:00

I’ve learned a lot from internet forums. And most of isn’t nice.

Trolls

An internet troll is a person who posts on forums to cause trouble or upset other posters.

Hallmarks of a troll are that they tend not to respond to posts and repeat their claims and insults all while accusing others of the same behaviour.

Trolls thrive on attention and will wander away if no one feeds them.

Sock Puppets

This is the sign of an advanced troll. This is when a troll joins a forum under several names, all of whom agree with each other and believe the same thing.

They never seem to notice that their ISP shows them as being in the same location, for they are not smart enough to realize that other people are not as dumb as they are.

GodBots

These are a speciality type of troll and are prone to creating sockpuppets.

They tend to post about their religion in atheist or scientific forums. They are not interested in talking to other beleivers, unless it a beleiver of another religion.

They are seeking to convert, even though they deny that. They can be fun to bait, but the best strategy is to ignore the content of their repetitive posts and focus on the broader issues of the form of a logical argument and attendant fallacies, systems of morality rather than morals themselves, and their agenda.

Apparently, there’s a religious college that gives course credit for being a godbot.

The downside of godbots is how tiresome it gets to have to explain over and over to the same godbot, it’s sock puppets and subsequent godbot/sockpuppet combos:

- that what a word means is context sensitive ( I beleive in a diety is different than I beleive my car will start or the sun will rise tomorrow – the first is faith and the second is expectation based on observation and experience)

- super basic scientific concepts, like what a theory is in science vs common terms.

- that adapting and changing to new information is the strength of science, not a flaw – but that religion is glacial with change is a fault

- word games where you change meaning of the key words are not logic, clever or a sign of intelligence

- the buybull is not proof of anything but man’s ability to invent fictional stories to make themselves feel better

- that there’s nothing moral in the buybull that isn’t obvious all on it’s own – and much that is claimed to be moral and clearly isn’t by today’s standards

- that cultural standards change over time and are culturally dependent. That cultures have previously been mostly defined geographically, which is why there’s so many different religions in different areas and at different times. Religion is a cultural expression of the values/morals, not what creates or defines them.

and, why are they always so fixated on:

- gay people in general and gay anal sex in particular

- not having “things” rammed down their throats (all while trying to ram their religion into our orifices)

- quoting scripture and creationists, as if we’ve never heard it and would find it compelling, but without any indication that they understand the substance of their cut and pasting.

- claiming that anyone who proves that being religious does not make one a moral person, its not a “true” or “real” whatever the faith is.

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Fight for marriage equality in California on your iPhone

2010-03-17T16:35:00.000+02:00

I got this today from ErasetheH8, a grass roots organization fighting for the repeal of Proposition 8 in California…

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You can now use your iPhone to get marriage equality back on the ballot in California! Please share this with as many people as possible. We need this to go viral! Let’s repeal Prop 8 NOW!

Sign the Petition here:

http://restoreequality2010.com/ipod.htm

Check out the full article here:

http://www.examiner.com/examiner/x-20225-SF-LGBT-Issues-Examiner~y2010m3d16-Repeal-Prop-8-Theres-an-App-for-that-iPhones-help-restore-marriage-equality-in-CA

Thanks,

Jay Matthew

ErasetheH8 Campaign

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Attack of the lesbian babymakers.

2010-03-17T16:21:00.000+02:00

Well, sexual deviants, it seems like the world is still in turmoil. Thankfully, I, your faithful blogger, remain optimistic. Here’s a quick rundown of what I’ve discovered this week.

We’re all going to get pregnant!

And just when you thought you were safe...

Yes indeed, deviants. We all need to start sleeping with one eye open and both legs closed – because, well, we’re a bunch of baby makers, apparently. The article goes on to say that we get pregnant because we’re closeted. Though, as someone who isn’t closeted and knows a thing or two about the community, one will note that there are lesbians with babies everywhere. Having a baby no longer brings you up a notch on the heteronormative ladder, so, closet cases my advice to you is get a new strategy.

I believe the lipstick lesbian cover to be the best cover of all, as it would seem that straight people don’t think that these mythical creatures exist – kind of like unicorns, or good cell phone plans. Get yourself a purse dog, some makeup, and a big purse to put the aforementioned items plus whatever else you may possibly need inside. You’ll be fine.

Like this, only bigger, and with more lipstick. (NatalieDee.com)

Okay, so there’s one crisis down. Check back later today for some Shiloh gossip, the high possibility of self deprecation, and embedded links that actually correspond with the text (okay, so that one’s a long shot).

Lauren.

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Lady Gaga Was my OBGYN

2010-03-17T15:58:00.000+02:00

In this whacked out dream I had the other night, I was pregnant with triplets. I was pretty pissed off about it, because who wants three babies at once? I was gigantic. Waddling around hating life looking like a complete freak of nature.

In my dream, I went for my weekly checkup at my OBGYN, and I am shown to a back room to wait for the doctor to come in and check me. I’m sitting on the table, naked from the waist down, sheet over my lower half. All of a sudden, Lady Gaga walks in, she didn’t even knock. She walks in wearing her sequined sparkly lobster boots, hair out to Mars, with her whole sequin-lobster-people entourage. I’m lying on the table and I tell her, “Lady Gaga, I don’t think I feel comfortable with you anywhere near my vagina in that get-up.”

She takes off her sunglasses and says, “Of course, I will be right back,” in her ever-elusive Lady Gaga speak, and she leaves followed by her clan of sequin lobster people. She leaves me there on the table, and I’m lying there looking out the window, and I see her and her lobster people getting onto a bus and leaving. I’m really pissed because my ass is cold sitting on this table, so I get up and go out into the hallway to talk to one of the nurses, because god dammit, I want my check up so I can go the fuck home.

“Oh, she will be back after her show tonight.” The nurse says like nothing is wrong with this. Yes the fuck there is A LOT wrong with ALL of this. So I put my clothes back on and I leave that ridiculousness.

I googled my dream interpretation, and supposedly being pregnant in dreams means a transformation is coming, and I am about to give birth to a new me. Perhaps I will be transforming into a lesbian. That explains so much. Gayness. I’m gay. Hmmmmmm… I don’t know. I think I watch too many music videos in the morning and I need a day job.

Speaking of Lady Gaga, this video came on a minute ago by Lady Antebellum. I thought, oh, she must be a friend of Lady Gaga. Because they are both ladies. Duh. Obviously. WRONG. There was not any poisoning people, or dancing in underwear enough for those bastards to be any kind of friends with Lady Gaga.

And what the fuck is an antebellum? I looked it up. Yeah. I went to dictionary.com and educated myself. Antebellum means before or existing before the American civil war. Ohhhhh.. So the Lady Antebellum people are a bunch of redneck lynch-mobbing freaks. I get it. WTF?????????????????? I could think of a million names for a band that would be infinitely better than Lady Antebellum. Well, I know who’s not going to be performing on BET ever. That’s right.

I’m looking for jobs still. I’ve been on Career Builder everyday now since the unemployment people might just this last extension. I applied for everything. I applied for an Executive VP position. That pays $80k per year, and I’m way under-qualified for it. But I applied anyway, just to clog up that person who posted that ad’s box. I might as well make them work a little harder. $80k. Jesus. What do people do with all that money? I suppose I could find something to spend that money on.

So I’ll be sitting here, waiting for somebody, anybody to call me for a job today. I know it won’t be the Executive VP, but shit. I will take anything at this point.

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signal boost for constance mcmillen

2010-03-17T15:00:00.000+02:00

Many people have already posted on this (including the inimitable Beverly Heels, who is a lot funnier than I am and why aren’t you reading him right now?). But this week’s Savage Love column featured a very neat, clean, concise summary of who to get in touch with and bitch at regarding Constance McMillen’s prom being canceled (GayToday), and I would be sorely amiss if I didn’t reproduce it:

“E-mail, call, and fax Itawamba Schools superintendent Teresa McNeece (tmcneece@itawamba.k12.ms.us, phone 662-862-2159 ext. 14, fax 662-862-4713) and Itawamba Agricultural principal Trae Wiygul (twiygul@itawamba.k12.ms.us, 662-862-3104). Then join the Facebook page “Let Constance Take Her Girlfriend To Prom.” And, finally, make donations to the Mississippi Safe Schools Coalition (mssafeschools.org), which is organizing an alternate prom that will welcome all students, and make a larger donation to the ACLU LGBT Project (tinyurl.com/yl9mvkb), which is defending Constance and other gay teenagers across the country.

Call, write, fax, donate. Constance needs to know that there are people all over the world who are on her side. And, more importantly, Itawamba County Schools needs to know that we’re not going to let them get away with this. Be respectful, but be relentless. Let’s show these bigots what a real distraction looks like. Get ’em.”

Remember that phone is always more effective than email. But anything is better than nothing.

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ACLU: Get a Hobby

2010-03-17T14:53:00.000+02:00

So here’s what’s going on:

Last week the ACLU sued a high school in Mississippi.

You see, it’s prom season, and a girl at Itawamba Agricultural High School announced she was going to go to the prom with her lesbian girlfriend wearing a tuxedo. The school let her know that the prom was for guy-girl couples and so, naturally, the girl and the ACLU filed a lawsuit against the school.

Naturally. That’s the next logical step to take in the process. Why bother talking to the school board or setting up a conference? There’s money (and headlines) to be made here.

So the school said, “OK, fine, this is more trouble than it’s worth. Prom is canceled, maybe a private organization will hold the prom instead. This is getting crazy.”

So now the ACLU is suing the school again, trying to force them to have the prom.

You’re having a prom? I’LL SUE YOU.

You canceled the prom? I’LL SUE YOU.

I can just see the ACLU in their Fortress of Spinning Wheels, shaking their gentle fist, “You won’t escape us! Bwwaaaaa ha ha ha ha ha ha! Have the prom, cancel the prom, we don’t care, we’re suing someone.“

I’m looking forward to next week, when the ACLU sues Mattel for not producing a Kendra doll, a female version of Ken, which, as we all know, stifles a girl’s opportunity to explore all of her options.

The week after that, the ACLU will sue McDonald’s for only serving Coke and discriminating against Pepsi. McDonald’s will then serve Pepsi and will in turn be sued by the ACLU once again. The ACLU will claim they are only “trying to reach their pointless lawsuit quota for March.”

The ACLU will then get its own half-hour sitcom on the WB, called “Them Wacky Bungholes.” They will also get a 1-hour reality series on FOX (airing after American Idol) in which two contestants are introduced to one another. The first person to sue the other person is hired by the ACLU. The following week, they will be fired.

They will then be sued by the ACLU.

Meanwhile, millions of ignored starving people die, child trafficking continues, and Lady Gaga continues to fool people into thinking she’s actually a female. But at least the ACLU got to sue a school because of their prom.

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Take the Sayoni Queer Women Survey 2010!

2010-03-17T13:03:00.000+02:00

Sayoni is proud to present the Sayoni Queer Women Survey, 2010. This survey is aimed at queer, lesbian, bisexual and transgender women living in Singapore, to gather essential information about the community, in terms of

1. Age, racial and religious composition

2. Educational and career background, and financial status

3. Social framework, in relation to their sexual orientation

4. Personal/Emotional status, in relation to their sexual orientation

5. Feedback, on Sayoni and on the community

We appeal to you to take this survey, if you happen to belong to the target group. Just five minutes of your time can help us learn how to better help you and the community as a whole, as well as serve as a record of progress throughout the years.

All information, once collected and analysed, will be made publicly available.

Please be reassured that this survey is completely anonymous. Individual responses will not be revealed, and will not be traceable to the individual user.

Please help spread the word around, to your queer female friends. We aim to capture people from all social strata in this survey.

If you wish to see the reports from last year, please click here.

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Looks Like Lindsay Lohan's Back On The Men...

2010-03-17T11:56:00.000+02:00

Lindsay Lohan seems to have gotten over her lesbian phase and is back on the men after it was reported that she’s currently dating British model, Sam Webb.

Obviously we’re happy that the star has finally gotten over her ex-girlfriend Samantha Ronson, yet we are rather puzzled at why she’s decided to shack up with someone with pretty much the same name!

Nevertheless, Lohan is apparently “obsessed” with her new boyfriend, allegedly telling friends that she has “fallen” for Sam, who then passed this information onto Radar magazine (naturally); “She’s obsessed with Sam. She’s looking for projects that are based in England so she can be near him. She’s been talking about moving to England because of him. She’s fallen pretty hard for him and follows him wherever he goes.

“She loves that he’s part of the fashion scene and that he’s legitimate. He has done huge campaigns and she can actually talk about Karl Lagerfeld and he knows who she’s talking about. She’s in heaven.”

Wow, so do we think the whole Samantha Ronson stalking thing is over now?

Ruth.xx

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Trial Resumes Over 2006 Murder Of South African Lesbian

2010-03-17T11:55:00.000+02:00

Author/source: Jessica Geen/Pinknews.co.uk

The trial of nine men accused of murdering a lesbian in Khayelitsha, South Africa, has resumed.

Football player Zoliswa Nkonyana, 19, was stoned, beaten and stabbed to death on February 4th 2006 in the township on the outskirts of Cape Town.

She was known to be a lesbian and gay rights activists say her murder was motivated by homophobia.

It is claimed that she was killed after she tried to use a female toilet in a bar but was told to use the men’s facility by other women.

She left the bar but was allegedly followed by the group of men and attacked.

Nkonyana was stoned with bricks and beaten with golf clubs in front of her stepfather, who was said to be unaware the woman he regarded as a daughter was the one being attacked.

The trial has been postponed around 20 times and some of the defendants claim their constitutional rights were violated because they were “minors” when their statements were taken.

Now aged between 19 and 25, all nine deny Nkonyana’s murder, along with two charges of attempted murder for attacks on the dead woman’s friend and a man who was accompanying her.

Yesterday, around 200 protesters from a variety of gay groups protested outside the court in Khayelitsha calling for justice for Nkonyana and for her murder to be treated as a hate crime.

Marlow Valentine, director of the Triangle Project, told the Cape Times that the court must recognise the homophobic element of the killing.

“It needs to be made clear that it was not another township murder,” he said.

A report released in March 2009 suggested that there was a rise in ‘corrective rapes’ and assaults on lesbians in South Africa.

Charity ActionAid said women in Johannesburg and Cape Town were suffering an increase in homophobic attacks and sexual assaults which are seen as a form of punishment or “cure”.

Figures suggest there are an estimated 500,000 rapes in South Africa every year and for every 25 men accused of rape in the country, 24 walk free.

In September, a man was jailed for life for the murder and rape of a lesbian South African footballer.

Eudy Simelane, a player for Banyana Banyana and prominent South African gay rights activist, was stabbed to death in April 2008. She had been robbed, gang-raped and stabbed to death. Her body was left in a stream.

Themba Mvubu, 24, from Kwathema, was found guilty of murder, robbery and being an accessory to the rape.

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Fear and Loathing (part 3)

2010-03-17T10:23:00.000+02:00

eventually A got out and we got in the car, i told her to lock the doors. but the winbdow was still open and K reached down taking the keys from the ignition. A got out of the car to get them back from her. K go into the driver’s side and told A to get in the car and me to get into the back seat.

my instinct told em to just get out and get away. but i could not leave A alone. i SMS’ed my friend J.

K pulled out of the parking lot and drove into the street.

she kept asking for directions but neither of us would give them to her. at the second traffic light she made a u-turn and went back to the parking lot.

she got out and pulled A out the passenger door. She continued fighting with her and and kissing her. i got into the drivers seat. K once again reached in and grabbed the keys before i could stop her.

eventually she let us go.

A agreed to let me drive. K told me i was a bad friend because i was going to kill herself. “I’m not letting kill herself. you’re the one trying to push her.”

we drove of and soon my phone was ringing. i thought it was that pshyco K, but it was the girl from the club and i was stupid enough to pick up. i got flustered when we got near the highway on ramp and i realised i hadn’t turned on the lights so i agreed to let A drive, since i hadn’t driven her car before and she insisted that she could.

she was crying on the way home and i finally let myself cry after remaining stoic in front of K. at her house i asked i should stay over until she left for her mother’s the next morning. she said no “i’m not going to do anything”. i asked 2 more times and then got in my car to go home.

i took a wrong turn and had to my a u-turn and once again i forgot the lights, because i got pulled over. the officer asked why my eyes were red and i told him it was because i was crying and that we had almost been hijacked. he must have seen that i was in shock and sincere because he asked me if i’d be able to drive home and then let me go with a warning.

(c)lowercase v, 2010

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Fear and Loathing (part 2)

2010-03-17T10:21:00.000+02:00

K came down to where i sat on the tar next to the car. she bent down, centimetres away from my face, screaming at me. “You’re pathetic! Do you know what A says ab out you?” I calmly asked “tell me”

K continued shouting like a maniac, right up in my face. “She’s only friends with you because she feels sorry for you you know why you don’t have a mate? You’re pathetic! Grow up! “

A managed to convince K to get away from me and the went back to the stairs. i wasn’t crying, nor resorting to throwing insults back at K. at some stage i went back to check on A. i asked if we could leave but once again she asked me to wait. it was obvious K wouldn’t let her go. i asked for the car keys so that i could wait inside, but really i wanted to get my own car/house keys so i could make my escape if i needed to. k shouted at me :”leave! just fuck off! all i ever gave you was friendship and you turned your back on me.” i calmly reminded her that she never really was a friend to me and walked to the car where i got my keys and waited outside. A’s eyes were red from crying.

the shouting continued, you could hear K across the parking lot, yet a bystander told me to go get my friend out of the situation. i went back to them and asked K to please let A go. their conversation wasn’t ? i asked calmly looking her right in the eye. ”lets go” i told A. she seemed unable to move, telling me she’d be there soon, looking scared. i was too scared to physically take her by the hand and pull her out. scared it might push K over the edge…

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Fear and Loathing (part 1)

2010-03-17T10:18:00.000+02:00

i’ve been postponing writing about the night of 5 march 2010. because perhaps some of it is still jumbled in my mind and it hard to find the words. one thing i do know is one day i’m going to use this episode in a movie or a novel.

last friday night i went with my friend A (the one whom i had/have feelings for) to a girl party. we met up with joburg friends, a couple, and had quite a good time. i even met a beautiful girl who i danced with and kissed.

at some point during the evening K showed up (K is the girl who kissed A right in front of me, the one she had the affair with) “hey i’m k, we used to be friends”. i politely greeted her without making much fuss and then set off to the bathroom to find A and warn her that K was there. when i turned around K was behind me. i scurried of letting them be. flirting with “my girl”. dancing with my friends.

at times when A was outside i’d sms her aski ng “is this what you want”

later A indicated that we’d leave soon. and that i should get ready. she went outside on the terrace to talk to K, apparently telling her things were over for good.

i went to say goodbye to the girl and take her number. i went to the terrace to tell A i got the number (immature i know, but it doesn’t happen often and i was excited) they were still talking and A asked me to wait outside in the foyer. i waited for a while. went inside for some reason and went i got back to the foyer they were outside the door and i walked out to them.

i dropped my key and bent to pick it up. K blocked them with her foot. i asked her to please move her foot and picked them up.

K shouted at me: “I’m gonna tell S (A’s gf) everything! I’m gonna tell her your in love with A!” i looked at A and shock, not sure if K’s words have registered with her. feeling that i have lost already i told K “so, tell her.”

A looked like she just wanted to run away from everything and asked me to wait in the foyer. i sat on the couch for a while watching people going in and out of the club. the were fighting on the staircase, or rather K was fighting. i then decided to wait down by A’s car. i wished that i had driven myself…

(C)lowercase v, 2010

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Head shakes from homophobia and more

2010-03-17T07:12:00.000+02:00

It’s time for a round-up of items that recently made me roll my eyes, shake my head, and utter a two-syllable “puh-lease.”

•••

I shook my head upon learning that Santa Clara County has been paying $30,000 a year to the Catholic Diocese of San Jose to conduct masses and visit patients at Valley Medical Center. I didn’t learn about it until the cash-strapped county canceled the contract earlier this year.

How could elected officials spend public money this way? It’s an outrageous violation of the separation of church and state.

If Catholics — or Scientologists, Mormons, Jews, Protestants, Baha’is, Buddhists, Universal Unitarians or members of any religion — want to minister to followers who are patients at VMC, they can do it without taxpayer assistance.

Taxpayers already subsidize religious groups in multiple ways: churches are exempt from income and property taxes and donations to churches are tax-deductible. Beleaguered Santa Clara County taxpayers shouldn’t be forced to subsidize any church yet again.

There’s more: What about other religions? Why aren’t they paid to minister to their adherents like the Catholic Church is? And what about nonreligious taxpayers? Why should their tax dollars fund any religious organization’s ministry?

After the county canceled the contract, a bit of an uproar ensued, and the county extended the contract on a pro-rata basis through the end of May. That’s an eye-roll inducing roll-over on the part of county officials. What’s worthy of uproar is the head-shaking fact that the county ever entered into this contract and that it continued to renew it.

In any economy, this contract is unconstitutional and un-American. But in this crushing recession, it’s even more appalling. County officials should immediately end the contract and put that $30,000 toward closing the county’s $250 million budget gap, the latest in a string of staggering deficits.

The wealthy Catholic Church can and should take care of the spiritual needs of Catholic VMC patients without county taxpayers’ help.

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While reading about Gilroy City Council’s recent retreat, I shook my head as I realized that the discussion of the retreat’s top-of-agenda topic, perception of the council, seemed to focus not on how Gilroyans perceive the council (all indications that I’ve seen are that it’s not good, often featuring words like “distrust” and “dysfunction”) but on how council members treat each other.

For example, the discussion included complaints about council members talking to the media, for example. Puh-lease: what a way to completely miss the point.

First, it’s a good thing when council members talk to the media, because it’s an important way to communicate with constituents. I suspect the real problem is that the complainer doesn’t like the content of the comments. If the comments to the media were all laudatory, there’d likely be no complaints.

Not only that, it’s a good thing when council members disagree: It means that issues are being more fully evaluated.

What’ s more, complaining about media contact when the topic at hand is the relationship between the council and the community only feeds distrust and fuels dysfunction.

If Gilroy’s City Council wants to improve its image in the community, members should substantively tackle the politically tricky problems facing the community. One example: Determining what public safety service levels Gilroy can afford and the most cost-effective way to achieve them, regardless of whether the deliberations and decisions upset politically powerful groups. Council members must do what’s best for the community as a whole, no matter what those decisions do to their re-election chances.

That’s leadership, that’s prioritizing the city’s interests above personal interests, and that’s how to improve City Council’s image.

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Northern Mississippi’s Itawamba County School District had me rolling my eyes a lot this week.

Eye roll 1: The district specifically bars same-sex couples from attending prom. Such bigotry is appalling, but I guess it shouldn’t be too surprising, considering that some communities in Mississippi still hold racially segregated proms, 45 years since the end of Jim Crow laws.

Eye roll 2: When asked by Constance McMillen, an 18-year-old lesbian who attends Itawamba Agricultural High School, to change its policy, the school board responded by canceling the prom.

Eye roll 3: Many students are blaming McMillen, rather than the bigoted, homophobic school board, for the prom’s cancellation.

The ACLU, predictably and correctly, is suing the school district on McMillen’s behalf.

I simply cannot understand what is so scary about same-sex couples that this school district would cancel prom and invite a lawsuit rather than allow a lesbian couple at the prom. Puh-lease.

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Sydney Gay & Lesbian Mardi Gras Parade 2010

2010-03-17T05:35:00.000+02:00

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Mississippi is still burning

2010-03-17T04:48:00.000+02:00

Associated Press photo

Lesbian high-school student Constance McMillen was told by her rural Mississippi high-school officials that she could neither wear a tuxedo nor bring her girlfriend to her prom — which the officials then canceled altogether because of her insistence that she be allowed to attend with her girlfriend, wearing what she wishes to wear. It wasn’t that long ago that mixed-race dancing was prohibited at red-state high-school proms, and the same “arguments” that were used to justify racial discrimination are now used to justify discrimination based upon sexual orientation — not only in Mississippi but even in the U.S. military, as the “don’t ask, don’t tell” policy is debated even though it clearly violates the principles of the U.S. Constitution.

If you have read me for any time at all, you know that there is a lot that I fucking hate.

I hate the U.S. military. Not the individual members of the U.S. military, necessarily, but the whole damn idea of the U.S. military, with its might-makes-right, jingoistic bent. The majority of those in the military call themselves devout Christians, too, as though Jesus Christ would have had anything to do with their killing for the expansion and preservation of the American Empire in the names of freedom and democracy — and even in the name of Jesus Christ.

Yet, as much as I never would have joined the U.S. military, opposing pretty much all that it stands for (patriarchy, violence and aggression, jingoism, misogyny, homophobia, xenophobia, etc., etc.), I have a real fucking problem with the fact that non-heterosexuals don’t have equal human and civil rights in the U.S. military, that they can be expelled from the military or prevented from joining the military for solely who and what they are.

I never went to my high school prom, either. Not so much because I’m gay and because in the red state of Arizona in the mid-1980s there was no way in hell that I had the opportunity to go to my high-school prom with another male, but because I hate the whole concept of proms, too. I find them to be pretentious wastes of money, relics from the past.

But the idea that high-school officials in Missifuckingssippi canceled the high school’s prom because a lesbian student wants to attend prom with her girlfriend boils my blue-state blood.

Reports The Associated Press:

School officials in a rural Mississippi county told a lesbian student to get “guys” to take her and her girlfriend to a high school prom and warned the girls against slow dancing with each other because that could “push people’s buttons,” according to documents filed [today] in federal court.

The American Civil Liberties Union is suing the Itawamba County School District and some officials at Itawamba Agricultural High School on behalf of Constance McMillen, 18, who wanted to escort her girlfriend to the prom and wear a tuxedo. A hearing is scheduled for Monday to hear an ACLU motion that seeks to force the district to hold the April 2 prom it canceled after McMillen made her requests.

In the court documents, McMillen said Rick Mitchell, the assistant principal at the school, told her she could not attend the prom with her girlfriend but they could go with “guys.”

Superintendent Teresa McNeece told the teen that the girls should attend the prom separately, had to wear dresses and couldn’t slow dance with each other because that could “push people’s buttons,” according to court documents.

The school district last week said it wouldn’t host the prom “due to the distractions to the educational process caused by recent events.” District officials said they hoped private citizens would sponsor a dance. The decision came on the same day the ACLU asked the district to act on McMillen’s prom requests.

McMillen said she approached school officials weeks ago about wanting to take her girlfriend to the prom.

“I want my prom experience to be the same as all of the other students, a night to remember with the person I’m dating,” McMillen said.

The district, located in northern Mississippi near the Alabama state line, prohibits same-sex dates at the prom. The ACLU has said that violates the rights of gay and lesbian students.

The school district had not responded to the ACLU filing by [this] afternoon.

Christine Sun, a senior counsel with the ACLU’s national gay rights project, said the organization is determined to put the prom back on the school calendar.

Fulton Mayor Paul Walker said he has heard that parents are making plans for a private dance but he didn’t know the details. It’s unclear if gay couples would be welcome at that event….

Shit like this makes me wonder why in the hell the blue states didn’t just allow the red states to secede way back in the day of Abe. Then I remind myself that the oppressed peoples of the red states, without the help of those of the blue states, would be completely at the mercy of the mouth-breathing fucktards who dominate the red states. It’s not right to allow that to happen, it seems to me.

Equal human and civil rights — liberty and justice for all – just don’t grow naturally in the red states. They have to be forced upon the red states from without. It’s too bad that that is so, but it is the red states’ fault — for all of their talk of the founding fathers, for fuck’s sake – for their absolute refusal to live up to the American ideal that every0ne is created equal and that everyone has the inalienable rights to life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness.

Two female students or two male students dancing at prom together would “push people’s buttons.” Oh, boo fucking hoo.

Was not the very same argument made to outlaw mixed-race dancing at red-state high-school proms past? Or to disallow non-white students to attend prom at all?

And the prom was canceled ”due to the distractions to the educational process caused by recent events”? Or was the prom canceled because the high school officials are a bunch of fucking homophobes and/or fucking cowards?

“Due to the distractions to the educational process caused by recent events” — that is what you call blaming the victim, in this case the lesbian student who just wants the equal human and civil rights to which she is entitled by the founding documents of the United States of America, including the Constitution and the Declaration of Independence (which, I understand, are being rewritten for the Texas textbooks…).

Goddess bless the ACLU.

If a good number of high-school students truly do have a problem seeing same-sex couples at their schools’ dances, that’s probably because they just never see it. What you never see can feel and seem quite alien.

But it’s fucking circular: Same-sex dancing at high-school proms is rarely or never seen at most high schools, and so it’s taboo, and because it’s taboo, it is banned at many if not most high schools, and because it is banned, it is never seen, and because it is never seen, it remains taboo.

Constance McMillen is brave; she is a sort of Rosa Parks for 2010.

I love her balls.

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we're getting married (again) tomorrow: and this time it's going to be LEGAL!

2010-03-17T03:59:00.000+02:00

well, folks, the day has finally come. holly and i are getting legally wed tomorrow in DC. i am still pinching myself! it’s just too fabulous.

what’s additionally fabulous is the fact that we’re actually looking forward to this wedding (unlike our last one). we’re doing this for us and only us. and we. are wearing. jeans. [actually i'm topping off the jeans with even more denim: my favorite jean jacket. (a birthday present from holly many years ago)] no stress. no wedding dress. nothing fancy. just me, holly, uncle ben, and a handful of friends. then off to an irish pub to celebrate–hey it is st. patty’s day! this was holly’s request: to get legally hitched on st. patty’s day. how could i tell such a cute irish girl no??

so yes, uncle ben. my 88-year-old great uncle ben (my late grandmother’s younger brother; she had four, he’s the remaining sibling) is in town from florida for the ceremony and festivities. he waited at the au bon pain across the street from the courthouse today while we gave the marriage bureau our officiant’s name. (we set him up with soup and bread and coffee while he was waiting when we came back, we walked up to his table with our certificate in hand, nestled in a big white envelope behind a piece of cardboard.

we took it out to show him and his eyes just shined with pride and joy. it was all i could do not to burst out into tears.

he called his friend joe earlier tonight, an old friend from his florida condo complex (much like the one jerry seinfeld’s parents live in–i must admit it has a fantastic pool).

“joe!” he said (loudly) into his cell phone. (yes, he has a cell phone. he also does email and searches on google.)

“joe, tomorrow’s the big day! my nieces are gettin’ married!”

he was smiling so wide. it’s so great to have him here. he’s like the male version of my grandma. and he is crazy about holly. we both feel so lucky to have him here. he’s been one of our biggest supporters.

it took us a solid few days to find a non-denominational officiant (we already had a big jewish wedding once; don’t need another one!). he’s abbreviated his usual six-page ceremony down to one. i absolutely love it. it is so simple. it is so direct. it is touching and it is legal. its simplicity it what makes it so special.

We gather today to marry ________ and ________. it begins. This is your time; this is your day. Today you once again declare your love and commitment to each other: this time sanctioned not only by your love, your vows and your solemn commitment, but by the law.

“but by the law.” the law! just like i said the other day, the whole thing’s so extraordinarily ordinary. the next time you hear from me, after nearly nine years with my partner, i will be legally wed!

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Mother Nature Part Deux and the Florida Gay Adoption Ban

2010-03-17T02:50:00.000+02:00

So, obviously I did not get everything off my chest yesterday…so let’s try this again.

I do not like you Mother Nature. I do not think you are very funny when you visit me three times in one month. No, I don’t quite get your sense of humor. I hate the fucking reminder that I am not a breeder and that there is no purpose to this monthly (or in some cases weekly) ritual. And as if your frequent visits and overstaying your welcome wasn’t enough, you make a mess, irritating me all the more. Your visits cramp my style both literally and figuratively and I am fed up. I can’t even keep you as my dirty little secret because your tell-tale signs show up on my fucking face and in my demeanor. Oh yes Mother Nature, you have pushed me to the brink….but not over the edge.

Without me going into all the truly gory details, I think you get a glimpse of the picture. You see, I’m a 32 years old woman. I have yet to bear a child of my own, although I have raised other people’s children quite successfully. I have battled cervical cancer and won (with my parts mostly in tact). Oh yeah, and lest I forget to mention that I am a lesbian. So, yes, I get it…I get it all too well. The cards for bearing children are already stacked against me. If I forgot that for even a moment, I am sure my mother, my doctor, or society in general would find a way to remind me.

Just two months ago we ushered in a new year, a new decade…it is 2010. Medical advancements abound. I could choose ablation, a partial hysterectomy, or a number of other techniques available and be home with minor side effects in less than 24 hours. If Mother Nature had sent me over the edge, there are options to deal with my “female issues.” And while we are on the topic, do we really have to refer to this topic in such a shameful way? Why must we lower our voices, or skirt naming our genitalia (Va-jj, hoo ha, down there) and the problems that exist bloody as they may be? We do this even when in all female company. Well let me lay claim right here for all of us-THERE IS NOTHING SHAMEFUL ABOUT BEING A WOMAN. THERE IS NOTHING TO WHISPER ABOUT. AND MY FEMALE PARTS, MY VA-JJ- IT IS A VAGINA, AND I ALSO HAVE A UTERUS, AND YES I HAVE A FUCKING PERIOD!!! I am lucky enough to live in the United States with access to healthcare and options other than wife and mother. I am blessed enough to have health insurance. However, I still will not choose to end my suffering with a medical procedure that denies me the right to choose to bear children if all the planets happened to align and could make it so.

Why not? Because although it is a new decade, although it is 2010, I live in the state of Florida. I don’t particularly believe I need to birth a child in order to be a mother. The world is overpopulated and there are many children awaiting families to care for them. In Florida alone, prior to the influx of children from the Haitian disaster, there were over 3000 children living in foster care or orphanages awaiting placement. But in the Sunshine State, it isn’t so sunny for our youth. Why? Because an entire subsect of our population is excluded from adopting. Gays are banned from adopting in the State of Florida by an antiquated law that was put on the books over 33 years ago. A Circuit Judge in Miami ruled in 2008 that Florida’s ban on gay adoption was unconstitutional. The American Academy of Pediatrics, the American Medical Association, and the American Psychiatric Association all support same-sex couples to adopt. And yet, in Florida we have yet to rise up and repeal a law that is harms our youth and demeans our LGBT community. If the humanistic viewpoint to this story wasn’t enough to sway you, consider the fiduciary issue. We spend over 2 million dollars caring for children that families would willingly care for, if only given the right, the chance.

So, no, I will not make a medical decision that seals my fate - not until this law is repealed. Until then, I will suffer not so silently, and continue to rant to those who will listen. Today, as I cursed Mother Nature I felt a glimmer of hope. On one of my many bathroom breaks during meetings, I received an email update from Equality Florida. Representative Randolph introduced an amendment to the adoption law forcing debate on this issue for first time in 33 years. While House Rules Chair Bill Galvano prevented a simple up or down vote, Randolph was still able to make his point heard before withdrawing the amendment. Yes it is 2010, my people. It is time to take a stand and be heard that gays are long overdue the recognition that they too can AND HAVE raise/d healthy and happy families. Let your Senators and Representatives know where you stand. Make a phone call, send an email, or at minimum get informed and keep the conversation going…House Bill 315 and Senate Bill 350 still must be voted on. 3,000 plus children are anxiously waiting.

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Nice Pair of Mary Janes

2010-03-17T02:00:00.000+02:00

She got predictable curve,

all sputtering, all choked.

She pull for gas,

the big bore high,

a little octane;

some big time,

lots of drum rolling,

oxygen infusion.

She has sweet,

tasty conflictions;

a nice pair of harnessed

Mary Janes.

Wow girl,

hard shelled dyke,

hang it high, stoke it;

find a muscle car.

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Repeal Prop 8? There's an App for that. RE2010 Goes Digital.

2010-03-16T19:18:00.000+02:00

You can now use your iPhone to get marriage equality back on the ballot in California! Please share this with as many people as possible. We need this to go viral! Let’s repeal Prop 8 NOW!

Sign the Petition here!:

http://restoreequality2010.com/ipod.htm

Check out the full article here:

http://www.examiner.com/examiner/x-20225-SF-LGBT-Issues-Examiner~y2010m3d16-Repeal-Prop-8-Theres-an-App-for-that-iPhones-help-restore-marriage-equality-in-CA

Thanks,

Jay Matthew

ErasetheH8 Campaign

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Teen Lesbian Threesome with a Guy Pics

2010-03-15T23:24:00.000+02:00

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Good lesbians and bad Popes

2010-03-15T23:20:00.000+02:00

Things of note that have been happening, summarised in some words. (I hope to at least get around to posting a couple of these on the days when I don’t feel up to blogging properly, in future. A sentence or two of snarky commentary is rarely completely beyond me, whatever my mood.)

– The ACLU has filed a lawsuit against that school in Mississippi which decided to cancel the prom in response to the intention of a girl to go to a party and to take another girl. This continues to be a bewildering story. The school’s official position is apparently that females are forbidden from wearing tuxedos, and that the girls might be thrown out “if any of the other students complained about their presence there”. So the palaver is apparently focused around an entirely nebulous and abstract concept. There’s no objection to the basic notion of either of these girls attending the prom, but it’s a problem if they do so “together”. They don’t have to do anything in particular once they’re there, to cause offense to some hypothetical other students. They just have to be, together, and they’re intrinsically somehow a problem. That’s deep and metaphysical, and also bullshit. (via Skepchick)

– Also, the current Pope has covered up cases of child rape and actively helped people who have raped children to get away with it. Worth remembering. (via Jerry Coyne)

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Sexuality

2010-03-15T20:59:00.000+02:00

I was watching the show Desperate Housewives last night, and something just struck me as mildly annoying. There’s a character on the show, Catherine, a heterosexual woman, so it would seem. She recently had a sexual experience with a woman. She goes through all sorts of torment trying to figure out if she’s a lesbian, and is totally confused. A neighbor drops by her home, and witnesses Catherine, on the receiving end of affection by the woman she had the experience with. The neighbor, Susan, goes home to her husband and tells him about Catherine being a lesbian now. Here’s my thing, it’s fine if she is, indeed, a lesbian now. But why does everyone just gloss over bisexuality? This woman, Catherine, had been married and very much attracted to men. She lost her mind, actually, over losing the man she loved. So, she gets a new roommate who, happens to be a very attractive lesbian. One night, they get together, now all of a sudden Catherine is being labeled a lesbian. Granted,the storyline just started, so I have no idea where it’s heading. Never once did the word bisexual enter the equation. I hope the writers of the show make mention of it. There’s hardly ever bisexual characters on these shows, most are boxed into being either straight or gay. Now that I come to think about it, the show House, is the only show I watch, with a bisexual character. So, I would love to see Catherine embrace her attraction to both sexes. It would be more realistic and a breath of fresh air, if you ask me. I’m not at all suggesting that, one can’t suddenly realize, that they’re gay. I’m just merely suggesting that, the situation not be so cut and dry. Sexuality is fluid, and one can fall anywhere within the spectrum.

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You can't use a pitchfork to unload bowling balls

2010-03-15T20:19:00.000+02:00

San Diego airport has free wifi! I love free wifi. I’m also exhausted. August through November was a time of great complacency for me. I felt nothing, thought nothing, cared about nothing, and got fat. Life has been so much more LIFE since then. Right now, after the whirlwind of the December – now I’m so tired. It worries me I may fall into the complacency trap.

Counterintuitively I’m thinking about giving up coffee/redbull. IDK. I need to put some more thought into this. Constant change is required or I get…boring. And if I don’t screw this up with Cuba I think I’m going to settle into a (okay breathe, you can type this) monogamous (oh god so hard not to put a qualifier into that) not constantly cruising type of relationship. So I will have to cultivate uncertainty elsewhere.

Current lifestyle experiment: 2 months pescatarian (is too a word spellcheck), 2 months vegetarian, 2 months vegan. I’m 3 weeks (almost 4) into stage 1. Stage 2 should be rather doable. Stage 3 might cause me health problems. By then I should be more educated on what I put on my mouth and stand a better chance at survival.

On a totally mundane(er) note: I want to start my garden next weekend. Being in California has reinvigorated my desire to eat that which I have myself cultivated.

Currently reading: Choke by Chuck Palahniuk.

Just finished reading: The Female of the Species: Tales of Mystery and Suspense by Joyce Carol Oates (who I love dearly).

Was recommended by host from Project Awesome: The Mind’s I: Fantasies and reflections on self and soul. This will be my next pushing myself read.

On a gay note: Went out to a hookah bar with my Project Awesome host and some of his friends. So many, many gay girls…whose eye I caught/was caught. Yay! Have now moved to feeling bad for straight boys in SD. The straight girls dress mighty gay and it must be confusing for them.

Also. Want to hear the joke I heard yesterday? What did the doctor prescribe the lesbian? Answer: trydickagain. Uhm….are you fucking serious? Also…I don’t get it. It’s a little bit hypocritical for me to be offended as my current favorite joke is this:

Q: What’s the difference between a dead baby and a gerbil?

A: I’ve never had a dead baby up my ass.

Yeah, I find dead baby jokes funny. And I know far more of them than is appropriate for a classy lady such as myself.

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Jayden Cole-Fired up Redhead

2010-03-15T17:39:00.000+02:00

Hey boys It’s me Jayden Cole. It is totally awesome that I am here as your October 2009 Twistys Treat, yay! It was so much fun to shoot with Dean & the crew! We had a blast…please let me know through the Twistys Forum what you think of my stuff. I’ll be around

Sexually, I am into both men and women. Both have their different areas of expertise… I like open minded, laid back people who are down for a good time. Oh, and just for the record; Doggystyle!

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The Cabin

2010-03-15T17:07:00.000+02:00

This is a long story, But VERY HOT!!! I had to go take care of myself after this one…YUMMY!!! by simply_cyn

It was that time of year every summer that Jennifer took a long weekend to spend with her best friend Amber. Looking back, it doesn’t seem that it had been over five years ago that they had met online; funny how fate brings two people together like that. But sure enough, they had met online in a celebrity chat room, both sharing the same fantasies about the same hunky movie star.

Amber’s family owned a small little ski cabin close to Angelfire in New Mexico and when they had first met, had planned a small get together of the chat room regulars from their room and had a week of sun in the secluded little cabin; spending time skiing during the day and watching old movies and videos starting their favorite movie star. Over the five years that they had known each other, the only thing that had changed is that their circle of friends had depleted down to just the two of them and honestly, that’s how they liked it. They were inseparable, even living in two different states but since the drive between them was a mere 3 hours, that didn’t stop them from spending as much time together as possible.

Most of their time was spent chatting it up online on either AIM messenger or yahoo since it was free but they did spend a lot of the time on the phone and when they could, weekend trips to each other’s place for a night spent up talking, watching movies and generally just having fun. But now a whole week was coming up for just the two of them and Jennifer was pumped. This time was always the best and they seemed to become closer with each day they spent together. She didn’t know what she would do without Amber.

Jennifer was a redhead with soft pale skin sprinkled with a few light freckles. Her eyes sparkled like cut emeralds and her lips were like the color of fresh berries. She was petite but with a well-rounded figure complete with flared hips and a large bosom. She possessed a dazzling smile and the ability to make people laugh with her easy-going spirit and her refreshing outlook on life in general. Amber was a bit taller but more compact … more of the athlete’s body: strong firm legs, small breasts, taut belly and it seemed, not an ounce of fat. Light brown hair streaked with hints of blonde framed her oval face kissed with eyes the shade of sparkling jade. Two different girls perhaps, but one strong bond that neither one of their husbands could quite understand.

The drive up was almost as fun as the actual time spent up at the cabin. Both women shared the same interest in music and acted about 10 years their junior. Jennifer would drive to Amber’s place in Oklahoma and then the both of them would drive the remaining 7 ½ hours to Amber’s family cabin in New Mexico. The time spent in the car was passed singing and laughing, remembering past trips and catching up on the news online. It seemed as if there was nothing they couldn’t share and not one minute that each one wouldn’t delve into with the utmost of detail just to send her friend spiraling into fits of laughter. That’s what best friends did best.

Once at the cabin, the girls spent little time unpacking and lots of time giggling and continuing stories started in the car. Most of the stories continued with online behavior and things that had gotten “involved in”, usually ending with the other one spiraling into peals of laughter at her friend’s antics. There wasn’t much these two wouldn’t do and this weekend trip would prove as much …

One evening both women were relaxing on the couch, watching one of the movies they had rented. It was rather late and both had indulged in a few too many mixed drinks, giggling at things on the T.V. screen that weren’t even funny. Amber’s head was relaxing in Jennifer’s lap and idle fingers toyed with the dishwater blonde’s hair as they watched and laughed, both making comments that would send the other one doubled over with giggles. At one point, Amber glanced up at her best friend and couldn’t help but notice just how beautiful the redhead was. When she laughed, it moved into her eyes, making them sparkle like glittering sapphires and her lips curved so enticingly upwards, she couldn’t help but wonder how sweet they actually tasted. Watching her from beneath the blanket of long lashes, her eyes followed the curve of her throat all the way down the v-neck plunge of her halter top, feeling a small wave of desire at the way her friend’s bosoms rose and fell with each breath. She had never noticed it before but they were beautiful!

Jennifer could feel the gaze of her friend even before she looked down and when she did, Amber had such a strange look on her face that Jennifer couldn’t help but ask, “What?”

Amber blinked suddenly, a soft flush creeping to her cheeks as she felt like she had been caught doing something naughty. Glancing upwards as her friend still stroked her hair, she smiled guiltily and then looked away back towards the T.V. “Nothing,” she whispered.

Jennifer’s eyebrow shot up, knowing her friend better than that. “Oh no you don’t,” she teased, tweaking her nose. “What was that look for?” Amber looked back at her friend a little guiltily and Jennifer could see the hint of a blush in her cheeks. Now Jennifer really wanted to know what was wrong and she looked down at her friend, noting the way her eyes averted to keep from locking with her gaze, something she only did if something was bothering her. “Amber, what?!”

Amber glanced back up at her long-time friend and couldn’t help but notice just how close her large breasts were to her face and damn if she didn’t have this strong urge to see them without that top on. This of course only made her blush more and she couldn’t find the words to explain to her friend. Instead, she just kind of turned her face to her friend’s belly and nuzzled in, an arm slipping around her waist and hugged her close. She could feel Jennifer’s fingers stroke soothingly down her hair and over her cheekbone, tucking in her hair behind her ear and she inhaled deeply, trembling a bit to be so attracted to her friend. God, what if she thought she was some kind of pervert and never wanted to see her again?!

Jennifer hugged her friend close, not quite sure what was wrong with but she was starting to worry. She could feel Amber’s fingers clutching onto the back of her silky pajama top and her face was buried in her belly. She couldn’t help but gently reassure her best friend with tender fingers in her hair and rubbing down to her back then back up again. “Shhhh … it’s okay. You can tell me anything Amby,” she whispered. She saw Amber glance up between her breasts, a very loving expression on her face and Jennifer couldn’t help but smile causing a smile to cross Amber’s sweet face as well. She could feel Amber gently rub her back with her fingertips and then slide forward to her side a bit. The warmth from Amber’s breathing was lovely against her belly and Jennifer could feel her own breathing quickening a bit to match her friend’s. Staring into her eyes, she knew that she and Amber were closer than anyone else she had ever met and would do anything to make her feel okay.

“You’re so beautiful,” Amber whispered and smiled to see her best friend blush.

“Thanks … so are you, Amby,” Jennifer whispered back and then leaned down to kiss her friend’s forehead. Amber saw her chance and tilted her head back just in time for Jennifer’s lips to press to hers. She saw her friend’s eyes widen but Amber quickly reached up to her friend’s head and held it in place as her lips quivered over her sweet ones. Jennifer felt her heart race … she had never expected this and what was worse, it was so sweet … so innocent and she loved it! Jennifer pulled back hesitantly, a nervous laugh suddenly erupting as she looked down at her best friend’s head in her lap. “I think you’ve had too much to drink,” she teased.

“Maybe,” Amber giggled, so thankful was she that Jennifer hadn’t gotten mad. “But it was so nice. Can we do it again?” She batted eyelashes playfully and smiled when she heard Jennifer’s laughter.

“You are so bad!” Jennifer teased, shaking her head but she could feel her body responding to just the implications of Amber’s innocent request. What the hell?? Her nipples were getting hard and starting to push against her silk pajama top and there was Amber right there in her lap with one of them right above her mouth! She saw Amber’s gaze drawn to it instantly and when she licked her lips, Jennifer felt an electric shock jolt down between her legs. “This is crazy!” she blurted out.

“I know,” Amber whispered even as her hand slid from Jennifer’s waist and one lone finger lightly caressed over the hardened nub. She felt Jennifer shudder and shift a bit on the couch as she glanced up to her best friend, smiling to see undeniable curiosity welling up in her blue eyes. “But you want to, don’t you?” she barely whispered the question.

All Jennifer could do was nod, afraid if she spoke any words that the spell would be broken and that they both would come crashing back to reality. It must be the alcohol talking … she had never even thought about this! Or … had she? As all kinds of questions flooded her head, she bit down on her lip to try to calm her nerves as Amber’s fingers flicked again at the hardened nipple and then slowly raked her fingernail over it through the silken material. My god … that was delicious!

“Can I?” Amber whispered, without looking at her friend. She wanted that nipple … she wanted to know what it tasted like … what it felt like in her mouth. Her finger trailed lazy circles around it, loving the way it was so hard and she could feel little flutters in Jennifer’s stomach as her head remained on her lap, a soft cheek pressed to her belly. All Jennifer could do was nod and lock eyes with Amber as she reached agonizingly slow for the first button on her top. When it released and the v-neck opened a bit more, Jennifer couldn’t help but suck in her breath as Amber’s lips caressed the exposed skin and then another button … and another until Jennifer could feel her pussy throbbing just thinking about it.

Once the buttons were undone, Amber glanced up to Jennifer, her hand frozen momentarily as if she were going to push the open top aside and at the slight nod of Jennifer’s head, she pushed the material aside to expose one beautiful breast. She could hear Jennifer’s gasp match her own as the hardened nipple was now exposed to her sweet mouth but she couldn’t help but lovingly caress it with a fingertip, slowly circling it, watching it tighten even more. The trembles in Jennifer’s belly vibrated against her ear, sending own shivers of delight down her form to her belly and below. “Please,” she heard Jennifer whisper as her fingers tightened in Amber’s lovely blonde-streaked hair, her back pushing forward a bit to move the nipple closer to Amber’s parted lips.

That’s all it took for Amber to lift her head slightly and dart a tongue out at Jennifer’s beautiful hard nub and was rewarded with a whimper of pleasure from her best friend. She could feel Jennifer’s fingers tighten in her hair and she reached up with one hand and pushed her friend’s ample breast up a bit before closing her lips around it. She never knew suckling a girl’s tit could be so exquisite and with each nibble and swirl of her tongue, she could feel electricity ignite between her thighs.

Jennifer’s head fell back against the back of the couch, eyes closing at the sweet sensations her friend’s mouth on her tit were eliciting. She had never felt anything quite like this. Sure, she had had her nipple in a few mouths but they were all guys and they had done it as a means to an end. But Amber … god, it was as if she were worshipping her breasts, laving it with soft licks and mews of delight. “Oh god, Amber … that’s so … so …” she trailed off, having no words.

Amber whispered against her friend’s tit, clamping her teeth gently around the nipple, “I know …” Jennifer’s eyes flew open and looked down. Just watching her chew on it and pull it slowly away from her body only to release and lick it like a delicious drop of cream was sending her quickly to the edge of nirvana. Amber slid her right arm around her friend’s waist, causing her to slump down further on the couch, adjusting her position and then turned a bit, her mouth descending on the nipple once more. She could sense her friend’s impending release; could feel the tremble in her thighs and belly and the way she was starting to tighten. Drawing the nipple deep into her mouth, she gazed up at Jennifer as her head pushed into the back of the couch, eyes closed as she relished this moment.

Suddenly Jennifer’s eyes flew open as she felt Amber’s hand slide between her thighs, her thumb lightly running over the silk material there. “I … I don’t know Amby,” she whispered, her lips parted even as her breath came in faster, blue eyes glazed over as she felt her friend’s lips and teeth tug on her sensitive nub. The two friends locked gazes momentarily and then Amber reluctantly pulled away from the hardened nipple she had been feeding on. Jennifer could feel the deep sigh within her, aching so much for more but at the same time too afraid to go on. She nibbled on her lip and looked away but then Amber was sitting up beside her on the couch again, looking at her in such an amazing way that Jennifer couldn’t believe how shy she felt all the sudden.

She started to button up her pajama top but felt Amber’s hand over hers. “Please don’t,” she whispered, gently pulling it away, her hazel eyes locked with Jennifer’s. And then their lips were meshing together again and neither one really knew how it happened. Soft moans were coupled with whimpers of delight as tongues clashed together in an elicit dance. Amber’s hands slid to Jennifer’s shoulders to push off her pajama top and then they were apart and Jennifer pulled Amber’s over her head before bodies mashed together as one. Then they were standing and hands were pushing down silken bottoms and thumbs hooked into satin panties and before either one of them knew it, they were standing in the middle of the cabin, nude and rubbing up against each other like they had been lovers for years.

Jennifer’s hands roamed over every inch of Amber’s flesh, cupping her smaller breasts, thumbs flicking over the hardened peaks and found that every moan released from her best friend’s mouth sent another shudder of desire down her belly to pool between her thighs. Her hips reflexively ground into Amber’s as she felt roaming hands in return slide down over her back to caress and knead her firm ass. A soft mewling noise from Amber warmed the honeyed recesses of her mouth as Jennifer’s hand slid down her belly to search out the warm depths between her shifting thighs. God, she was so hot … and she found herself wondering if she felt this same way to Amber.

Suddenly, in their shifting and moving around in anxiousness to get closer, Jennifer tripped over an empty glass and felt herself falling back. Amber’s lips had been attached and she had been leaning into her so they both fell, giggling back onto the couch. Amber’s body was now pressed tightly onto Jennifer’s and she looked down mid-laughter, eyes shining at her friend and then lips met once more as hips ground against one another. Amber’s leg shifted and pressed between her friend’s, wiggling up until she could feel wet folds part and Jennifer’s hardened clit against her flesh. A soft moan quickly encouraged Jennifer to do the same and then their natural impulses took over as each began to shift and move against the other’s leg, causing friction against their hard nubs as their tongues dueled in hot, seeking mouths.

Amber could feel her friend’s impending release in the way she was trembling against her so violently and she wanted more than anything to taste her but she could feel her own climax building as they humped together on the couch. Tearing her mouth from Jennifer’s, she trailed soft lips down her neck to her shoulder, a gentle bit delivered to her flesh. Where did that come from?? Lord only knows but she was driven on by Jennifer’s squeal of delight. She could feel her friend arch up beneath her as her breath came in short pants and Amber could feel her own clit throbbing out of control. Pressing her leg up further into her wet folds and against her friend’s pulsing nub, her tongue swirled downwards to her hard nipple and captured it in between her teeth, giving it a tug. That was enough to send Jennifer hurtling over the edge, clinging to Amber as she shook violently beneath her. Feeling her friend release beneath her was enough for Amber and she cried out against the soft breast captured in her lips as her own orgasm ripped through her.

Jennifer gasped for breath, wide eyes looking up at her friend as they both shuddered to completion on the couch. Reflexive fingers pulled her close to her wildly beating heart as their lips melded together … soft, sensual, sweet. “Oh Amber,” Jennifer whispered against her friend’s lips.

“It was so …” Amber trailed off, trying to find words for it as her fingers gently stroked her friend’s breast and side, reaching up for another kiss as the words wouldn’t come. Gently they surrendered to this sweet exquisite passion that was suddenly so fresh and new to them. Their bond became unpregnateable with each searing kiss and each stroke of now bold fingers that caressed downwards along trembling flesh. Soft moans and shifting flesh grew as they explored one another’s erogenous zones, each lost in the sensations of her new lover.

And then Jennifer was pushing upwards on her friend, seeing the look of confusion cross her face as she gently pushed her off and stood up on now wobbly legs. Gently grasping her friend’s hand and with a soft tug, started off across the floor and down the hall to the bedroom, glancing back at Amber trailing behind her and caught her checking out the way her ass swayed to and fro with each step. “Like what you see?” she teased, licking her lips.

Amber grinned, reaching out to run her fingers over her friend’s heart-shaped ass. It was so perfect! “Oh yes,” she purred and then ran forward, capturing her best friend in her arms and then dashed into the bedroom on the heels of both laughter and passion. They fell on the bed, legs and arms intertwined, lips boldly seeking out the other’s as their passions ignited. Former shyness and nervous exploration gone as Jennifer rolled her friend over to her lovely back, slipping between her thighs as lips and fingers explored her small mounds of flesh. Amber’s breasts were much smaller than her own but just as lovely in their own right. Her nipples were like ripe little cherries that begged for Jennifer’s mouth and she eagerly gave into the temptation, rolling them like small hardened balls between her teeth. Amber’s squirming and cries of pleasure spurred her on as she could feel her pussy throb and moisten against her belly pressed between her thighs.

“Oh god, Jennifer … please … I want to feel your tongue on me,” Amber moaned, almost begging as Jennifer’s mouth moved from one hardened nub to the other. Her hands slid into Jennifer’s red locks, pushing down slightly, needing her friend’s mouth on her swollen clit.

Jennifer eagerly complied, her mouth sweep down over her best friend’s trembling belly, slithering further down on the bed as her hands reflexively pushed Amber’s thighs wider. Her nostrils flared, catching the first sweet scent of her friend’s arousal and her curiosity grew even more. She had never smelled anything like that … it was so … enticing. She could feel more than hear Amber’s intake of breath as she settled lower, her mouth just above her friend’s swollen, parted labia. She gazed up at her, seeing the pleading look in her eyes and then let it fall down to the picture of perfection before her. She never knew just how beautiful a woman’s vagina could be. Using her finger to part her folds a bit more, she noticed the different shades of pink and red … the complex and different textures within … the way her clit protruded and throbbed to life, like a flag of surrender to her desires. It was beautiful.

Jennifer was driving Amber wild with desire. She had never wanted anyone or anything more than she wanted to be pleased by and to please this girl she had called best friend for five years. Fingers splayed against her friend’s head, arching up in blatant invitation as her voice reaches her own ears, foreign almost as she begs, “Please Jennifer … please.”

Jennifer’s head dipped, velveteen tongue snaking out in a gentle caress as it slowly flicked over her friend’s throbbing clit. She was rewarded with Amber’s strong arch upwards and a low groan. Wow … the power in such a little touch and damn if that little nub didn’t taste a bit like an exotic honey! Pushing her elbow wider, anchoring herself between Amber’s thighs, she reached with pliant fingers and gently pulled her friend’s swollen folds apart, sending a shudder of desire rippling through Amber’s pliant body. Her friend’s cries of need and writhing only spurred her to capture her more beneath her will and this slow torture, knowing how much it added to that final impending release. Her tongue slithered out once more to trail along the quivering opening of her cunt, caressing swollen folds along that honeyed back and pulled back at Amber arched up for more.

“Jennifer!” she cried out, head thrashing from side to side. But she was captured beneath her friend’s agonizing will and it was so exquisite that Amber could feel her very blood course through her veins, awakening every nerve in her body. She had never felt this alive. It was as if time was suspended as her friend’s expert tongue found all her hot spots, sending her spiraling to the edge of that deep abyss and kept her hanging there on a single thread of resolve. Amber couldn’t take this exquisite longing much more and her thighs trembled beneath her friend’s elbows and arms. “Jennifer, at least grant me the same pleasure and get over here!”

Jennifer glanced up between her friend’s hot thighs, questioning gaze lifted as her blue eyes locked with Amber’s hazel ones. “What do you mean?” she asked on a soft whisper.

Her fingers tugged upwards on her hair and then slid down to her hands, arching up to a half sitting pose and pleaded, “Please, I want to taste you too.”

Jennifer all the sudden felt that nervous flutter in her belly again as she lifted upwards, her gaze never faltering from her friend’s. She could feel Amber’s hands pulling her closer, encouraging and she moved up and over her, her hands trembling in both anticipation and nervousness. It was now Amber’s turn to be calmer … to take the reins and helped her friend turn. The brush of silken curls against heated flesh and warm breath washed over trembling skin was so exotic and it only served to fuel the fires burning within them both. As she positioned herself over her friend’s body, she could feel her pussy throbbing in delicious need, trembling as her thighs widened and her knees bent to hold her moist flesh over Amber’s head, her own curls brushing against her friend’s inner thighs as she pushed them wide once again.

It was Amber’s turn to gaze longingly into her friend’s open folds but she didn’t spend as much time admiring its texture and pretty colors. She was more interested in the aroma that beckoned her closer and in the flavors that were hidden within and with a soft sigh, buried her face between her friend’s open thighs. Jennifer squealed in response and shot her tongue deep into Amber’s open cunt. Both women were now acting on pure lust and the ravenous need to bring each other to a shuddering climax. Lips and tongues swirled and stabbed, mouths sucking almost in rapid succession as their hips bucked up against one another’s weeping slits; unbearable agony and exquisite sensations all wrapped up into one. And the aroma! It was delicious!

Jennifer nibbled on Amber’s throbbing clit and was rewarded with slender fingers plunged into her pulsing cunt causing her to groan into her friend’s molten folds, a shiver of delight snaking down her spine. “Oh god yesssss,” she purred in a heated cry into her apex. “Fuck me, Amber!” Her own fingers slid into her friend’s pulsing cunt and then they were both riding this delicious wave of ecstasy between stabbing fingers and nibbled teeth. Clits were captured between teeth that raked and gently pulled, lips suckled like hungry babes at their mothers’ teats and fingers acted as pistons put in high gear.

Soft cries and moans of pleasure filled the small room and filtered out into the secluded cabin. Who would have known that pleasures like this existed? Each nibble … each thrust … each lick within weeping slits sent each one hurtling closer to that edge and then with shrieks of delight, jumped hand in hand over that cliff into that deep abyss that beckoned them as one. Jennifer’s thighs clamped around her friend’s ears as Amber’s hips thrust up to bury her friend’s tongue into her collapsing walls. The bed shook with the orgasms that ripped through them both to leave them panting against each other’s thighs, rolling as one onto their sides as they gasped for breath, fingers still stroking … lips still nibbling as the shudders slowly subsided.

It took all of Jennifer’s resolve and strength to turn and climb up into her friend’s trembling arms … breast to breast they lay in the aftermath of their mutual joining. For how long they lay there faded into the reality of the surprising turn their friendship had taken them. Gentle hands and sweet kisses only served to seal the bond that deepened between them and each, in turn, felt it within her soul.

Jennifer’s lips nibbled against Amber’s ear, their hearts thudding as one as morning’s dawn began to drift in long fingers of light through the window, a new beginning breaking with the rising of the sun. “I love you, Amby,” she whispered to the sweetness of her friend’s smile and then sleep wrapped them both into the security of its arms.

[Via http://triplexsexshack.com]

Mississippi's Homophobic Prom

2010-03-15T16:48:00.000+02:00

High schools around the country are currently preparing for the event that many students look forward to their entire high school careers: prom. But this year, there will be no prom for the Itawamba Agricultural High School in Fulton, Mississippi. Why?

School officials and school board members canceled the prom in order to prevent a lesbian student, 18-year-old Constance McMillen, from attending with her girlfriend.

After initially trying to ban just Constance and her date – an action that drew the threat of a lawsuit from the American Civil Liberties Union (ACLU) – the school decided to cancel the event for everyone rather than let the lesbian couple attend. That’s right. No gay couples. No straight couples. No prom.

In response, people across the country have mobilized in support of Constance, who throughout this ordeal has stood up unashamed for who she is – and become a national hero for LGBT rights in the process. She now has hundreds of thousands of Facebook fans, and businesses volunteering to hold alternative proms for all Itawamba students to celebrate her courage in the face of discrimination.

There are also thousands of people taking action on Change.org, demanding that the Itawamba Agricultural High School change course and become a place where all students can enjoy events like prom – not just the straight ones. You can take action here.

As shocking as this episode is, the homophobia experienced by Constance is nothing new inside America’s schools. Nationwide, nearly 90 percent of gay, lesbian, bisexual or transgender students report that they’ve been victims of verbal abuse in school, and more than 40 percent say they’ve been physically harassed.

That’s why one of the few openly gay members of Congress, Rep. Jared Polis, is trying to move forward a piece of legislation known as the Student Non-Discrimination Act, which would move our schools one step closer to becoming safe spaces for all students, regardless of sexual orientation or gender identity. You can help support his effort here.

http://gayrights.change.org/

If you would like to take action on this situation please go to the following link.

http://gayrights.change.org/blog/view/cant_ban_gay_couples_cancel_the_prom_for_everyone

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Two Choices - Two Ways To Lose

2010-03-15T16:09:00.000+02:00

Well Itawamba Agricultural High School you blew it this time! Seems you didn’t make the right choice now did you, or did you?

The brouhaha that has been stirred up over the school’s choice to cancel their prom instead of allowing a lesbian student to bring her same-sex date (and wear a tuxedo) to the prom was inevitable. The gay and lesbian communities are up in arms at such discrimination. Of course, let us not forget that bastion of rights protectors, the ACLU, who have now filed suit to force the issue to be decided on behalf of the student.

When this issue came up to school officials in the first place they should have known they had two possible choices, and that neither would be without controversy. So they weren’t going to get out of this quietly in all likelihood. The schools could have acquiesced and changed their rules or make the choice to cancel the event.

Now while canceling the event has brought national attention on the school, had they given in and changed their rules to accommodate the student the attention the school drew may well have been much more localized. Either way the school was going to really anger some group. The question was whether the school stood by their set standards or not.

Since the school did stand by their set standards, they made the only reasonable choice they could – cancel the prom. While they ACLU and gay/lesbian movements call this discrimination I don’t see why it is. They are excluding everyone from attending by not having the event. The reasoning for the cancellation is a reflection of the community views, through the school. If something should change it should be done through the process of action by the school board and the community, not the courts in this particular case.

It use to be a reasonable standard that if you refused to accommodate one you shouldn’t accommodate anyone was a proper choice, albeit not necessarily a popular one. Not anymore it seems.

So Itawamba, you lose – no matter what choice you make.

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identity is a (funhouse) mirror

2010-03-15T15:15:00.000+02:00

I’ve been told (by an former and mostly-beloved psychologist of mine) that interactions with other people form a mirror that reflect identity back onto you. You don’t realize that you’re smart, or funny, or attractive (or stupid, or dull, or ugly) in a vacuum; people react to you as though you are those things, and, thus, you work out who you are.

At the risk of turning this into Tip’s Issues With Hir Family, my family was never really very into reacting to me; I was born maybe four years before my mother started going through menopause and my father lost his job, so by and large it was all about them. I think, too, that my ‘rents were very reluctant to shove me into being or doing anything I didn’t want to be or do (aging hippies, dontcha know), so I got very little feedback about my beliefs or choices.

I’ve gathered a few things from interacting with people, about myself:

1) I am smarter and more articulate than average,

2) …

Okay, never mind. I suppose I haven’t. (I was going to include “reasonably conventionally attractive”, but I had at least one very recent roommate who believed I was the ugliest thing this side of uglysville and desperately wanted to doll me up pretty and femme, so there you go.)

What I’m driving at is that I have a comically frail sense of identity. Which is not a good thing to be in general (it leads to some pretty psychologically ugly places, both independent of people and with regard to relationships), and when one believes that one’s a member of a disenfranchised minority (oh, say, queer), it can lead to under- or overcompensation.

With this in mind: could my family and select friends please stop trying to convince me that I’m not queer? Especially when it’s patently obvious that they have ulterior motives?

My parents are notoriously bad offenders. They want me to be Happy In The Sex I’m Born In. This, to be fair, is not that unheard of–my parents want me to be happy as I am, and I can respect that. But is assuring me, tersely, that “being a girl is nice because you can wear skirts and makeup” really necessary? Or my mother’s assurance that my desire to slice off my breasts with some kinda slicey thing is bad, because “nipples are fun”? Mine aren’t fun; they’re just kinda there…

Or, you know, my mother’s (horrifying–she’s 64 years old) assurance that “penises can be fun”.

Ahem:

Mom: they are not fun for me.

They literally make me cry when I see them.

Even when I wasn’t fucked up with PTSD I didn’t really see/feel the appeal.

It is very nice that you enjoy them, and it is very nice that you can describe in great detail all the physiological things they can do to stimulate me, but trust me when I say that I’ve had way more cock inside of me than I should have at this point, and should just give up trying. I know that you want me to lead a happy, sex-positive, pleasurable life, but encouraging me to go through more loveless tearful relationships (while you and dad smugly tell yourselves that I must be straight–look at all these loveless tearful relationships with men I’ve been in!) is not a constructive activity. I’m aware that you want me to decide that having a dick inside me is awesome, so I can crank out children. It wouldn’t happen even if I liked penis; I have the next 4-12 years of my life stuck in academia, and am not interested in raising tiny pink squalling things. So deal with it.

And male friends: please stop telling me that I “must be straight”. It’s really just pretty obvious you want into my pants, so shut the fuck up, because it’s not very sporting to fuck with my head when I’ve got identity and trauma issues like you wouldn’t believe. (Especially you, guy-I-had-a-threesome-with-because-I-had-a-crush-on-your-girlfriend. Your insistence that “I have to be bi, because a gynophile would never even consider having sex with a man” is hilariously ignorant if not downright offensive, even discounting the threesome.)

[Via http://queeritself.wordpress.com]

Oh oh, hell no. Oh oh, hell no.

2010-03-15T14:39:00.000+02:00

I never thought this day would come.

My family seemed so… accepting.

They acted as if everything was normal.

But no, apparently someone who is GENETICALLY programmed to love me no matter what actually judges me behind my back.

I can’t get any relief.

I finally went on 60 day at the theatre.

Strictly sears now.

Hopefully.

I wonder if they’ve called yet…

10 days

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The only boy I like...

2010-03-15T11:15:00.000+02:00

...is the dog

I think my mother first became suspicious when I came home from kindergarten and announced that my teacher was the prettiest woman on earth.

“She’s more beautiful than you mommy!” I beamed, setting the mother-daughter relationship on a lifelong downward spiral.

She nearly had a nervous breakdown when a year or two later I announced I would not marry a man when I grew up.

“You have to!” she insisted.

If she wasn’t already convinced she was raising a dyke, my reply should have clarified.

“FINE. I’ll marry the dog! He’s the only boy I like!”

After I came out to her, she denied any memory of those conversations.

OttoKitty is an American woman who likes women and has for a very long time. She also likes dogs but in a totally different way, I swear.

[Via http://biggaycloset.com]

Australian navy faces inquiry in alleged sex ring

2010-03-15T09:22:00.000+02:00

Australian officials have launched an investigation into allegations that sailors on board a navy ship were running a sex competition during an overseas deployment last year.

The Defense Department says the inquiry that began Friday comes after an initial investigation was found to be biased.

Three sailors from the HMAS Success were sent home last May after reports emerged that sailors were competing to have sex with the most number of female crew mates. The investigation will look into allegations that dollar values were assigned to each woman on board and that sailors could win extra money if they had sex with a female officer or a lesbian.

The new inquiry is to be led by a retired judge.

bron: AP [12-3-2010]

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My Lez Love Blossom

2010-03-15T07:36:00.000+02:00

since when did it become okay to show asses on tv? like…thonged asses? i’m no fucking prude…(ha)…but somehow i feel like this is inappropriate? a little?

all i know is…the only access i had to a naked woman when i was little was in art. if i saw that stuff on tv, i have no idea how much more sex crazy i’d be now!

I remember my first instance of sexual attraction to a woman. I was in a Borders bookstore (or I think it was Borders…) when I was in elementary school and there were various pictures of famous art pieces hanging from the rafters. I remembering wandering behind my parents as they walked through the store and first catching sight of Ingres’s Grande Odalisque.

I was enraptured. I had never seen so much flesh, so much hinted sexuality. I wanted to stand there and stare and trace my eyes over the curve of her peeking breast and scour her flesh further for any hint of an alluring ass. I knew, as a child, that this was not something I was allowed to be interested in. I didn’t realize at the time how aroused I was, but I definitely knew I was into it. Fearing my parents would see me staring and send me to some deviant hospital where perverted 3rd graders went, I kept walking, but dreamt of her body for years.

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Washington State House and Senate UNANIMOUSLY Pass Anti-Bullying Bill

2010-03-15T04:25:00.000+02:00

Anti-bullying legislation passed the Washington State House (97-0) and Senate (48-0) last week that includes protections for LGBTQ Youth in public schools. Governor Christine Gregoire has already vowed to sign the bill as soon as it crosses her desk.

This legislation will create state-wide policies regarding bullying and harassment which will be required to be published online, as well as a staff position in every school responsible for handling all complaints of bullying and harassment.

Josh Friedes, advocacy director of Equal Rights Washington said in a statement, “Today let us celebrate the leadership of Representative Marko Liias who championed this legislation, the commitment of the legislature to ensuring that every student enjoys a safe learning environment and the ongoing work of the Safe Schools Coalition.”

See “Celebrate a Victory Against Bullying” published by Equal Rights Washington:

Celebrate a Victory Against Bullying

Let’s hope the United States Congress follows suit….

On January 27th of this year, Colorado Democrat and Co-Chair of the House LGBT Equality Caucus Jared Polis, who is an openly Gay Congressmen, introduced H. R. 4530, the Student Non-Discrimination Act of 2010. There were 60 co-sponsors of the bill.

The following quote from Congressman Polis appears on his website:

“Every day innocent students fall victim to relentless harassment and discrimination from teachers, staff, and fellow students based on their sexual orientation,” said Polis. “These actions not only hurt our students and our schools but, left unchecked, can also lead to life-threatening violence. Like Title VI for minorities in the 60s and Title IX for women in the 70s, my legislation puts LGBT students on an equal footing with their peers, so they can attend school and get a quality education, free from fear.”

Polis, also a member of the House Education and Labor Committee, is a former chairman of the Colorado State Board of Education and has founded and served as the superintendent of charter schools serving at-risk student populations. He further states,

“Hatred has no place in the classroom. Every student has the right to an education free from harassment and violence. This bill will protect the individual freedoms of our students and enshrine the values of equality and opportunity in our classrooms.”

see: Congressman Jared Polis‘ website

also: 1-27_SNDA_Fact_Sheet and 1-27_SNDA_Bill_Text

To help this bill, contact your Congressmen and women and let them know it’s time to provide a safe learning environment for our youth, free from harassment, bullying and fear.

I look forward to reporting its passage. -MsQueer

Additional resources for this story: Julie Bolcer, The Advocate, March 8, 2010, and Ruth Schneider, 365Gay.com, March 9, 2010.

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god bless the pussy wagon

2010-03-15T02:31:00.000+02:00

i love this video! lady gaga has an amazingly creative mind throughout all her video’s; i love the hidden messages in all of them.

but most importantly, god bless quentin tarantino; my fav director of all time who knows what the pussy power is all about x

“Trust is like a mirror. You can fix it if it’s broken, but you can still see the crack in that mother fucker’s reflection!”

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Fresno State happenings

2010-03-15T01:19:00.000+02:00

Hey everyone!

Just a reminder, the next USP meeting is Wednesday, March 17 @ 3:45p.m. at the Center for Women and Culture.

ALSO!

Tuesday, March 16 @ 5:00p.m. at the Free Speech Area is Walk a Mile in Her Shoes! This event is always really fun! We all meet up and walk with each other to stand up against domestic violence. It is a great way to show support in a very easy way.

Hope to see you all there!!!

David Reitz

United Student Pride President

California State University Fresno

Email: onecreativeword@gmail.com

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Has GAGA gone too FAR FAR?

2010-03-12T18:54:00.000+02:00

It’s here… she’s back… LADY GAGA! New music video and song ‘Telephone‘ featuring Beyonce is causing quite a scene due to its content.

Lesbian kissing, naked bodies, catfights, unsual cooky outfits… oh yeah and the singing. Lady Gaga has done it again. Made a statement and another great mark on the world with this new video. You have to see it to believe it I think. But now the question is, has Lady Gaga gone too far? What do you think?

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lesbians, skimpy outfits, and miracle whip

2010-03-12T16:57:00.000+02:00

Hi, I am the eight millionth queer today to blog about the new Lady Gaga music video:

I never quite know what to make of Lady Gaga. I used to think she was the same sort of male gaze bullshit that I see every day, but as I’m getting more familiar with the Gaga ouvre I’m not so sure anymore. And apparently large numbers of straight men find her absolutely repulsive (to the point where they speculate that she’s a drag queen–heavens, what could be worse?!) so I’m not sure what the fuck anymore.

I suppose I’m most quietly intrigued by the fact that the opening portions of this video feature more credible dykes than I expected. No, not the male-gazey dancers in their pretty bikinis (though I must reluctantly admit that those boots are pretty hot). Try the lean, muscular prison women (with their, uh…belly shirts and Gaga-fondling sessions, but as I think I’ve pointed out before, I don’t expect too much and take what I can get, sigh).

And there’s kind of a weird subtext going on that you see real honest to God “lesbian-looking lesbians” (what does this mean??) in prison, and “pretty people” (alternately: straight people?) outside. But the denizens of the bar are pretty weird-looking, so I can’t figure out what’s up with that; I guess the bikini prison dancers, Gaga, and Beyonce are the only conventionally pretty people in this music video. So I have no idea what the fuck. Maybe this portrays some kind of post-apocalyptic Mad Max future in the United States, where homosexuality is illegal, and weirdly-dressed pop stars cavort around the global-warming -fueled desert in their Pussy Jeep, and Lady Gaga gets hired to make sandwiches. Or something. WHO RUNS BARTER TOWN? LADY GAGA RUNS BARTER TOWN.

The product placement’s been noticed before, and I don’t find it grating or offensive so much as I find it really bizarre. The phone’s dumb–I didn’t notice the laptop–I think I thought the dating site was imaginary. But Miracle Whip? Wonder Bread? All brought together by Lady Gaga? What the hell? Do these companies want me to take away that if I eat their food, I will die? It doesn’t tweak my anti-capitalist sensibilities (corporatism? in a music video? say it ain’t so!) as much as it blows my fucking mind.

In conclusion, this song makes no sense in conjunction with this music video, what the hell.

Also: I would like to stop hearing this song at the gym, please, because it’s irritating. If you’re going to play Lady Gaga there please treat me to Bad Romance, because then I stop reading and start listening and actually like the song. THANKS.

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Great Moments in Coming Out: Melissa Etheridge

2010-03-12T16:52:00.000+02:00

I love this. I love it because everyone is so super energetic. Not to mention in the background, there’s k.d. lang at her hottest.

And I love the camaraderie between k.d. and Melissa. It’s too bad she went and slept with Melissa’s wife later on. That was kinda dumb.

I think this video shows the hope that comes from speaking your truth, and that is really what it’s all about.

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Gay news; Sven Kramer pro-gay, Chad Hedrick at Pat Robertson's showShocker,not!!! Roy Asburn, Sean Hayes come out of the closet, Johnny Weir denied skating in Stars on Ice, school bans prom because of lesbian

2010-03-12T16:50:00.000+02:00

I was sick for a few days so did not blog about these things so some of it might be old news for you guys.

Two speed skaters showed two different sides of the gay spectrum this week. Dutch Sven Kramer spoke out in defense of his teammate lesbian Ireen Wust and said being gay was normal and does not define who a person is at all. American Chad Hedrick was at evil anti-gay Pat Robertson’s 700 club yesterday. Yuck!!!

Roy Ashburn, state senator from California, came out of the closet this week after being arrested outside of a gay club. Something I talked about last week. He admitted to being gay and told he had a lot of trouble with admitting that. He also said he will continue to vote against gay rights and only does that because the people in his district want him too. What a self-hating idiot.

Sean Hayes, aka Jack McFarland, came out of the closet officially this weekend as well to Advocate magazine. He is also kinda pissed for the Advocate pressuring him in the past to come out because he said he was never in. He also thinks he has done enough for the gay community anyway by playing the flamboyant Jack. I understand what he says but also do not understand why he did not officially come out before and all of a sudden now he does.

Johnny Weir was deemed not family friendly enough aka, too gay for the sponsors of Stars on Ice. Ridiculous for someone who is putting his brother through college and supports his family financially because his dad has disability. He obviously is very close with his family, so this reason is ridiculous.

A high school in Fulton, Mississippi cancelled the school prom because lesbian student Constance McMillan was gonna bring her girlfriend. They first tried to ban her from bringing her girlfriend or wear a tuxedo and after they figured out they did not have the right for that, they just banned the whole prom. Making the girl the scapegoat for other students. Very evil.

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Lady GaGa, Beyonce queer everything

2010-03-12T16:45:00.000+02:00

Look familiar?

John Cameron Mitchell in "Hedwig and the Angry Inch"

Lady GaGa in her new video "Telephone"

I’m starting to think the two were separated at birth. But I’m pretty sure if Hedwig was a real person she would totally be best friends with Lady GaGa.

Speaking of the Lady, she has out done herself yet again. Her new video for “Telephone,” a collaboration with the none other than the Queen B herself, features girl-on-girl gropes, packing references and butches (There aren’t ever butches!), to name a few things. And the dance breakdowns give a whole new meaning to the phrase “Cell Block Tango.”

Lady GaGa heats things up in her latest video with a pair of butches. | Autostraddle.com

But the most surprising part of this queer overload is GaGa and Beyonce seem to be lovers on the run, in almost a Thelma and Louise fashion. To be honest, I didn’t know Beyonce had it in her.

And trust me, if GaGa ever was in the slammer, people across America would go on crime sprees to spend some time locked up with the Lady.

Check out the cavalcade of queerness below.

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Sex at the Pompidou

2010-03-12T16:10:00.000+02:00

The recent exhibition at the Center Pompidou in Paris, La Subversion des images (the Subversion of Images) was one of the biggest photo shows I’ve ever seen. There was no official count of pictures on the walls or in the catalogue, but room after room was full of incredible objects – photos, films, magazines, drawings, and collages. The focus was Surrealism in photography and film, and the curators included just about everyone of merit who worked in the 1920s and 30s. All the stars were on display – Man Ray, Lee Miller, René Magritte, André Breton, Max Ernst, Claude Cahun, Luis Buñuel, Paul Elouard, Salvador Dali – in both famous and rarely seen examples. But there were also great pictures by artists who aren’t widely remembered. It was probably the best presentation Germaine Dulac, Eli Lotar, Georges Sadoul, Georges Hugnet (above), Jindrich Styrsky, and Victor Brauner have ever had. The emphasis – understandably – was on artists based in France. But other countries were well represented, from the United States to Russia.

It’s hard to do the Surrealists justice without showing pictures of naked breasts and bottoms, so it wasn’t at all surprising to see a healthy selection of nudes scattered throughout the galleries. But this was not a show that was content with things you already knew. About half way in, there was a ‘special’ room, separated from the rest by the kind of clear thick vinyl curtain usually used for meat lockers and walk in refrigerators, with a big red label outside warning adult content within. And when a Parisian museum warns visitors of ‘adult content,’ you know they mean business.

Pushing past the strips of vinyl and elbowing my way into the tiny room it concealed (it was very popular!), my eyes adjusted to a full-on Surrealist celebration (exploration? meditation?) of sex. Here were pictures that curators usually just whisper about. Man Ray’s ‘Seasons,’ for example, in which the artist and his lover, Kiki of Montparnasse, reveal themselves in four unashamed pornographic poses. If you ever wondered about the size, shape, or character of Man’s Manhood, or Kiki’s ability to receive it, all questions were answered in the display. Here too was a selection of Hans Bellmer photographs too frank for polite company. The ones made without dolls, such as Je suis Dieu, (I Am God), shot from below, close up and personal between a woman’s legs (and lovingly hand-colored!). Raoul Ubac’s picture of a tear-shaped lump of glass resting on a woman’s pubis was pretty tame by comparison. Fear not – he was also represented by his notorious ‘Album,’ a series of seven vignettes of various flavors of coitus, exquisitely gynecological in their detail. For a small room, there was an awful lot to see. As I looked around, visitors were shuffling uneasily from leg to leg, men and women alike, their eyes as big as saucers.

The centerpiece of the section was Man Ray’s ‘cinematic essay’ Two Women. If it had been made in San Fernando – and believe me it could have been – it would have had a much more colorful name. For now I’ll just call it, Two Free-Thinking Nude Women and Their Naughty, Naughty Appliance. I should probably work the word ‘fingers’ in their somewhere too, but you get the idea. I’m not a total letch so I didn’t watch the whole thing (it was pretty long), and besides, there is something weird that happens socially when XXX films are shown in a high-minded museum exhibition. But I saw enough to get the gist of it. There is no plot in the traditional sense. It’s basically just two women going at it – tip to tail, tail to tail, front to bottom, bottom/front, sitting, standing, lying down. Things happen. Vigorously. More than once.

The cynic in me sees this and says, ‘okay, fair play to you Man Ray. You were young and excitable, you convinced two women to “perform” for an “art project” — perfect cover!’ It was Paris, it was the 20s, he was young, they were willing – why not? But the strangest thing happens when you see Man Ray’s film and the other objects in the Pomidou’s Surrealist romper room. It actually starts to make sense.

You might think the pictures would be titillating, erotic, and exciting, but they’re not. Sure, there was bravado involved in breaking social taboos so absolutely, and I don’t doubt they had fun doing it. But there’s a legitimate point too. The stuff really is surreal. There is no sound in Man Ray’s film, the images are in black and white, and the actions are repetitive and more or less mechanical. What could be weirder, more transcendently not-of-this-world, less comprehensible and more unnerving than desensitized images of people engaged in sex acts? It actually works! It’s art.

Re-entering the other galleries after seeing the sex section, everything changes. One of the first things you see is Jean Painlevé’s fantastic 1927 film of an octopus swimming. It’s just shot after shot of an octopus traveling through water, crawling over rocks, squeezing into crevasses, inching suction cup by sticky suction cup over glass. It’s completely animal – the perfect complement to the sex pictures. Suddenly, everything else feels deeply biological too, humans and animals alike, and the show takes on a metaphysical dimension. The irrationality of existence, of being, of the bodies we inhabit, of the way we think, feel, behave – everything is thrown into question. It’s not just a question of tricks of the eye and defeated visual expectations, Surrealism’s calling card. Everything seems profoundly, deeply strange.

After seeing the sex room, the nudes in the show had a different meaning. They no longer felt like decorative forms, the way bodies so often do in painting from the Baroque on. They felt reductionist, stripped bare, awkward, and liminal. The truth about bodies was clearer. Their silliness, their imperfectness, the way they carry and imprison us.

Not every show needs hardcore porn to make it work, but I can honestly say Subversion des images was better for it. It certainly made me think. I wonder if any of the other folks in the room with me had the same reaction, or if they were aroused by all the ‘erotic’ imagery. If so, that would be pretty surreal too.

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Archdiocese of Denver, Colorado decides to not allow a childs re-enrollment because their parents are lesbians?

2010-03-12T15:56:00.000+02:00

Occasionally I run across events in the world that leave me shaking my head. This situation happens to be one of those.

According to a report on CNN, some Catholic woo hoo decided they did not want a child enrolled in their school because that childs parents are lesbians. This is another sad reality of modern religion and the messed up followers within it.

I sat here taking in the whole situation and trying to find a reasoning behind the actions, but I could not find something to support such.

They said “We communicated the policy to the couple at Sacred Heart of Jesus Catholic School as soon as we realized the situation. We discussed the reasons with them and have sought to respond in a way that does not abruptly displace the student but at the same time respects the integrity of the Catholic school’s philosophy.”

For me, I grew up in religion. Not Catholic as in this case but Baptist. None the less, it deals with many similar things: Jesus and the Bible. That is where I sit reflecting on this event. Often I was taught to hate the sin, not the sinner. In the Bible, it was shown that Jesus hung around the poor, the prostitutes, and the less accepted people of society. He didn’t accept their lifestyles and choices but He showed them a love and light that was different from what we unfortunately see today. Maybe I’m just old fashioned but I’m definitely not an so much an extremist that I see with most religions today. It just turns me off to religion as a whole, it’s changed so much that I’ve fallen away.

The church goes on to add “The issue is not about our not accepting ’sinners,’ ” he said. “It is not about punishing the child for the sins of his or her parents. It is simply that the lesbian couple is saying that their relationship is a good one that should be accepted by everyone; and the Church cannot agree to that.”

This is another classic example of exstremist behavior, or even snobbish/elite attitude. I saw this a lot growing up and I hated it. I found more acceptance and love in one year of public school later in my life than I found in the decade or so that I spent in private “christian” schools. I feel sorry that the child in this situation has to be subjected to this ridicule and shunning, all because of things that are out of his control.

For this church to hold this child accountable and subject to their parents lifestyle choices and views is unacceptable and sad. I wonder how many wife beaters are in the church going unnoticed. I wonder how many abusive alcoholics are in the church. I wonder how many couples are living together out of wedlock in the church. I wonder how many drug users and pedophiles are in that church. I wonder how many divorced/single parents have children attending that school. I could go on and on in this.

If the church really cared as much for the “lost” as much as they claim, they would accept this child in, perhaps giving him a chance to see a different view of life and religion. Instead, the child will grow up remembering how the Catholic church rejected him for something he had no control over. The child will probably grow up thinking it is his fault and that nothing he does will fix that. Is this an extreme view? Perhaps, but as adults we fail to remember what it was like growing up, the trials we were put through and the rejects we too faced. Some are able to overcome them, others fall through the cracks.

I don’t have a problem with God, I have a problem with His followers. And because of things like this, it’s what keeps me away from religion as a whole, because I hate knowing if I was to go back I would have to deal with situations and actions like the ones in this church, all over again.

No thanks.

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Teen Lesbians in Panties & Pantyhose - Minnie & Mary

2010-03-12T15:12:00.000+02:00

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Prom is Canceled

2010-03-12T15:06:00.000+02:00

I can’t wait for the comments on this one:

A high school in Mississippi is canceling prom. An 18-year-old female student wanted to bring her lesbian girlfriend as her date to the senior prom. One would be in a dress, one would be in a tuxedo. The school told them they could not attend, and then decided to cancel prom altogether. What’s your reaction to this?

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Lesbian and Gay teens are not what they used to be.

2010-03-12T14:45:00.000+02:00

Maybe I am aging myself, but I don’t really care. I am proud of this 18-year-old woman from Mississippi. She wanted to escort her girlfriend to prom while wearing a tuxedo. The school said no, and because they couldn’t legally exclude her they canceled the entire prom. Talk about cut off your nose to spite your face.

As seen on MSNBC.com.

Lesbian teen back at school after prom flap

I thought I was brave by outing myself to a couple of friends in high school. Yep, times have changed. I Love It. You go Girl!!

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The beginning

2010-03-12T14:33:00.000+02:00

Most people, women at least, between the ages of 15 and 40 have at some point seen the show, Sex in the City, or the movie. As much as they are entertaining, they do include several truths. But then at end of the day there is nowhere in Scotland that is like Manhattan.

I live in a small town when i’m at University, for some people romance here is very much alive, but for others it seems that everything here happens in its own little bubble. When you meet somebody new here, it tends to be a drunken chat at a messy house party where you drunkenly pull and hope you find that the next day they add you on facebook through a friend of a friend of a friend. If not, then you put it down do a drunken mess that you hope you will never see.

Well in my town the chances of running into somebody you drunkenly hooked up with once is like a 1 in 7 chance, at least once a week! Problem is, this isn’t a shock to anybody and so the solution to the problem, you blank them.

Im a regular 19 year old, had my own fair share of boyfriends, hook ups and lesbian experiences. But it never ceases to amaze me the way people handle sex and love now adays.

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Tutu speaks out against attacks on LGBT rights in Africa

2010-03-12T13:06:00.000+02:00

Check out Archibishop Tutu’s opinion piece in the Washington Post today speaking out against the attack on LGBT rights in Africa. He particularly mentions the situation in Malawi, where we have been working with local activists and lawyers to respond to the government’s targeting of high profile members of Parliament, academics, and clergy.

In case you haven’t been following it, on December 28, Steven Monjeza and Tiwonge Chimbalanga were arrested after they had a traditional engagement ceremony. They are charged with gross indecency between males and having carnal knowledge against the order of nature. If convicted they could be facing up to 14 years in prison. Their trial is being heard by a Magistrate in Blantyre. The Magistrate is expected to issue a ruling on whether the prosecution has actually made their case against Steven and Tiwonge on March 22. We will post the latest updates on the case here.

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School Cuts Prom After Lesbian Date Request

2010-03-12T13:00:00.000+02:00

Originally from OneNewsNow.com

A northern Mississippi school district decided Wednesday not to host a high school prom after a lesbian student demanded she be able to attend with her girlfriend and wear a tuxedo. (See earlier story)

Instead, the school board met and issued a statement announcing it wouldn’t host the event at Itawamba County Agricultural High School in Fulton, “due to the distractions to the educational process caused by recent events.”

The statement didn’t mention the student (Constance McMillen, 18) or the ACLU. When asked by The Associated Press if McMillen’s demand led to the cancellation, school board attorney Michele Floyd said she could only reference the statement.

“It is our hope that private citizens will organize an event for the juniors and seniors,” district officials said in the statement. “However, at this time, we feel that it is in the best interest of the Itawamba County School District, after taking into consideration the education, safety and well being of our students.”

The ACLU said a school policy banning same-sex prom dates violated McMillen’s constitutional rights.

Kristy Bennett, legal director for the ACLU of Mississippi, said the district was trying to avoid the issue. ”But that doesn’t take away their legal obligations to treat all the students fairly,” Bennett said. “On Constance’s behalf, this is unfair to her. All she’s trying to do is assert her rights.”

The 18-year-old tells AP that the board canceled the prom in retaliation for her request. McMillen also tells The Clarion-Ledger of Jackson, Missisippi, that other students at the school “are really going to hate” her for the board’s decision. She indicated to the newspaper that she may have to “change schools or something” because the school will not allow homosexuals to attend the prom.

Itawamba County is a rural area of about 23,000 people in north Mississippi near the Alabama state line. It borders Pontotoc County, Miss., where more than a decade ago school officials were sued in federal court over their practice of student-led intercom prayer and Bible classes.

Anna Watson, a 17-year-old junior at the high school, was looking forward to the prom, especially since the town’s only hotspot is the bowling alley, she said. ”I am a little bummed out about it. I guess it’s a decision that had to be made. Either way someone was going to get disappointed — either Constance was or we were,” Watson said. “I don’t agree with homosexuality, but I can’t change what another person thinks or does.”

A Feb. 5 memo to students laid out the criteria for bringing a date to the prom, and one requirement was that the person must be of the opposite sex.

The ACLU said McMillen approached school officials shortly before the memo went out because she knew same-sex dates had been banned in the past. The ACLU said district officials told McMillen she and her girlfriend wouldn’t be allowed to arrive together, that she would not be allowed to wear a tuxedo, and that she and her girlfriend might be asked to leave if their presence made any other students “uncomfortable.”

McMillen said she feared she would be thrown out of the prom because “we do live in the Bible Belt.”

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'I wanna dance with somebody who loves me. . .'

2010-03-12T12:55:00.000+02:00

High school student Constance McMillen, 18, simply wanted to go to the prom with the date of her choice and to wear the outfit of her choosing.

The only problem?

She wanted to take her girlfriend, Minerva, and she had hoped to wear a tux, too. McMillen approached Itawamba County Agricultural High School in Fulton, Mississippi to ensure that her plans were permissible, and school officials informed her that they would not be allowed to attend together. They were also warned that if they tried to slow dance together, they would be thrown out of the prom, as their presence might make other students feel uncomfortable.

Additionally, the school also released the following memo:

The ACLU is now involved, after sending the school board a letter claiming they were impeding on McMillen’s civil rights from barring her from the prom. In response, the school board has canceled the prom altogether. The ACLU has sued the school to allow the prom to continue. The story has gained considerable media coverage (USAToday, CNN, First Amendment Center), and a Facebook page has already been created in honor of McMillen’s cause.

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Sarah and Veronica interview in VISTO magazine - Part 1

2010-03-12T12:49:00.000+02:00

Sarah and Veronica interview in VISTO magazine no:11 - Part 1 (as translated by Sa Lamb on AfterEllen)

Zia Flavia introduces the girls, sitting tight on the same sofa, holding hands and smiling to each other, ready for the interview.

Q.: how was your first week together outside the House

S: Having her “free” is awesome but sometimes I regret not having within “remote control range”. We can’t be together as much as I wish. Our commitments keep us apart and even when in the same town we have to sleep in different hotels. I can’t wait to have a house to serve as common basis

V.: I’m fine with whatever as long as we’re together, Sa’! (to Flavia then): first days outside have not been very positive. I was scared, knew that I would receive attacks (..) and couldn’t imagine the positive turmoil around Sarah and myself. (..) Second best moment since I came out, the first being embracing Sarah again of course, has been Visto videochat: reading all those messagges of love, ppl getting emotional on the phone, ppl saying they could smile again thanks to us.. I couldn’t believe it. Then I did something good while in there, didn’t I?

Q: Let’s talk about “the Dream”, define it yourself

V: Il Sogno is our special relationship, our love, something we called sogno to express ourself freely but in code (to avoid someone could soil it for gealousy as it happened) inside the House. Il Sogno is something we can’t express in words b/c it goes beyond. It’s a huge, immense feeling, like a mighty river that runs through me bringing joy and energy everywhere. I can’t describe how I feel just standing next to Sarah, the strenght coming from holding her hands, knowing that She is and always be by my side.

S.: In my intentions, at first, Sogno was just a code word standing for the way I got carried away by her. I made it up without thinking. Right after Christmas I told Veronica about a dream I had in which we were together, fighe (pl.) da paura, and showed our love in public without fear. This dream got her enthusiastic and so the joke about “dream about me” started.

Q.: your dream turned into the dream thousands of ppl around the world share. It has become some kind of ideal, a way of life ppl can mirror themselves into. Someone even described it as “a turning point in Italian television”. Do you realize that?

V.: Mamma mia, what a responsability! I don’t know if I can keep up with it, what should I do now? I wasn’t thinking about what I was doing , while in the House. I have just been myself, in fact I’ve been too much explicit in showing my emotions. The only thing I can promise is that I’ll stay the person I am, that I’ll be the first to keep dreaming and that I’ll keep the dream alive, helped by thosewho love me and, above all, Sarah.

S: (to Vero) Don’t worry, I feel I have a lot of strenght and I’ll pass it on you. You don’t have to do anything special, just be the wonder (“meraviglia” like that “meravijioso” to describe NYE kiss, remember?) you are. I think the Sogno concept is something going beyond us, whatever happened or will be between us. Il Sogno it’s a shared ideal of freedom to love and express love without masks in the name of conventions. We never did that so far, why should we start now? I even got myself naked on pics b/c I don’t have anything to hide or be ashamed of..I could never fake emotions or worse deny them. Easy, Vero, as far as neither of us start pretending, il Sogno will never end. But it’s important to me saying that I’m not, nor feel like, a gay icon.

(to be continued)

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Lesbian Student prevented from going to prom?

2010-03-12T11:31:00.000+02:00

On this particular topic I have to say. Really?

This is the United States of America. A place where constitutionally we have the right to life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness.

If being a lesbian and going to prom with her girlfriend is what makes this young woman happy then I say let her do it. Why cancel the prom for the entire school over the matter. Is that really reasonable?

Personally I say that declaring to the world you are a lesbian at a high school age is kind of early but to each their own. Being a teenager is confusing enough and making these kinds of huge decisions are probably best left to later in life, but that is just my humble opinion.

If the pursuit of happiness includes going to prom as a lesbian with your girlfriend then go. You don’t hurt anyone, you don’t scar my eyes. Just go. If your pursuit harms me in some way then we have a different constitutional argument but I don’t think that really applies here.

I for one hope they get into the prom and hope they have a great time.

If the school sticks by this perhaps the kids who aren’t the one couple getting it canceled have a constitutional argument to make. That probably fails due to prom not being required for educational purposes. But perhaps the parents can figure out a way to host it not associated with the school?

[Via http://dascienceguy.wordpress.com]

There are good people, really good people

2010-03-12T09:23:00.000+02:00

When I came out, there were a lot of people in my life I was worried about telling. I did lose friends. I also lost acquaintances, a babysitting job, and the calling I thought I had.

I had a particularly stressful appointment to come out to someone religious who had meant a lot to me, so I scheduled an appointment with the school counsellor for immediately afterwards. I’d been to see her several times before and felt I might need some support just then.

Fortunately, things had gone better than expected. While coming out to that person effectively derailed what I had seen as my vocation in life, the reaction had been even handed and caring. I’ll never forget that, and I never fail to hold other religious figures to the same standard, although precious few measure up.

I see good people

Nevertheless, I sat in the chair in the counsellors office feeling afraid, stressed and oddly giddy. It was a gut-wrenching combination I was learning to live with in those early coming-out days. She asked how I was.

“Good,” I said. “You?”

She was well.

I smiled. I couldn’t help it. I had it my head that she was never going to guess — or even believe me. I knew she was a lesbian, so I didn’t fear her reaction, which in itself was a relief.

“I had an appointment at the chapel,” I said. “I told him I’m gay.”

She didn’t blink.

What came afterwards felt like a strange post-coming out debrief.

How did it go down? (quickly, pretty uneventful)

How did I feel about it? (relieved but sad)

How did he react? (honest, supportive, caring)

Are my friends supportive? (mostly, lucky to have diverse group of friends)

What about my family? (Umm, not ready for that yet)

Towards the end of what seemed like a great chat with an exceptionally wise friend, she admitted it was a question that had been at the tip of her tongue for a while.

I thanked her for not asking. It was something I needed to figure out myself and I was glad she knew that.

I hope this explains my impossibly high standards; I’ve known exceptional people.

Who made your coming out easier?

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All OVER the place...

2010-03-12T08:23:00.000+02:00

I’ve been itching to write all day, but haven’t been able to focus enough to collect my thoughts. Actually, I’m still not “there” yet…

First:

So, what do you think of settling in for a good evening of reading The Bible while enjoying a beer? I’d love comments, please.

Second:

One of my internal sutures is trying to poke through my skin. (i.e. inside to out) This sucks. I can’t afford for this incision to open up again, but there’s just not much that I can do about it.

Third:

I linked this story on facebook, but wanted to put it out here for a different “audience”…

Lesbian teen sues Miss. school over prom flap – Yahoo! News

Why advertise? Why ask permission? I thought we resolved this issue back in the late ’90’s.

This sounds funny but “back in MY day”, we took group pics or whatever we wanted at prom. Female friends would take pictures in 2’s, 3’s, or 4’s. Two hetero couples would take one picture – which is what I did. Prom was prom, seniors did it, and I believe that kids need it. It’s a rite of passage.

I think if you just act NORMAL/human, nobody who matters will say anything. I feel like this quote MUST be famous, but I can’t find it… so, in my own words “Be the person that you want others to perceive.” What I mean is, if you act normal, most likely people will treat you normally. If you act like a freak, people will treat you freakishly.

Personally, it’s not the first thing I tell someone when I meet them. I’ve got nothing to “prove”. I’m no better or worse than any of the people around me. Yes, a queer is who I am, but it doesn’t define me as a person in the world. That strategy has always worked for me. Just get to know me for ME – you can like Julie or dislike Julie. Then, when or if the time is right, I “drop the bomb”. Some people’s reaction is something like, “Wow, I didn’t know I knew a lesbian.” For others who are willing to face the world realistically, they know other gay people already.

Just one dyke’s opinion. Queer or not, why make a ruckus? There is one thing that we ALL have in common – we’re human.

[Via http://justjules.wordpress.com]

Has Lady Gaga Jumped The Shark?: The 'F' Word

2010-03-12T06:44:00.000+02:00

I’ve been successfully avoiding Lady Gaga for years now and it’s worked out pretty great. I tend not to pay attention to pop stars until they reach their trainwreck stage. However, tonight, a shocking twist in the Gaga epic took place when my facebook newsfeed informed me that several formerly proclaimed die-hard fans were recounting their fandom on account of her leaked video featuring Beyonce. So, I decided to take a peak at what the fuck exactly is this “pop-culture art” trend I’ve been hearing so many people condescendingly circle jerk about all this time.

The comparison of Gaga to Britney and Madonna has seemed obvious to me. What I don’t understand is how people can mistake Gaga for a great thinker in terms of artist. Sure, she’s a legitimate artist–the same way Billy Ray Cyrus is a legitimate artist. Her music and image is a cultural commodity–she was signed to a sub-label of Universal not three years ago, and was launched into fame by Akon. Next thing you know, she’s playing a major stage Lollapalooza, and the rest is history. And, while I recognize some fans might not consider Gaga’s latest video to be her best, but I really don’t see how her music videos are much different from any of the other mainstream pop videos whose popularity essentially hinges on selling its female star as a sex object. Gaga definitely isn’t making art for art’s sake, and to perpetuate her impression that she is is sheer stupidity. Gaga is acting on the behalf of the major record labels that make money for her, and the “spectacle” is feeding a million-dollar industry.

I first heard about Gaga in my intro to gender studies class when my teacher read us an interview in which Gaga disowned feminism while simultaneously claiming to be fighting against sexist double-standards within the music industry:

[http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IkzxwrdyRw0&feature=player_embedded]

G: You see, if I was a guy, and I was sitting her with a cigarette in my hand, grabbing my crotch and talking about how I make music ’cause I love fast cars and fucking girls, you’d call me a rock star. But when I do it in my music and in my videos, because I’m a female, because I make pop music, you’re judgmental, and you say that it is distracting. I’m just a rock star.

I: Are you also a feminist?

G: I’m not a feminist – I, I hail men, I love men. I celebrate American male culture, and beer, and bars and muscle cars…

Apparently Gaga likes to buy into the stereotype that feminism=manhatingism, and although she claims to be at least as ballsy as a shallow, groin-scratching male, she’s not man enough to stop spreading ignorance of the political opinions she claims to believe in. Throughout her career, Gaga has gone back and forth on where she stands with the ‘f’ word. What’s puzzled me this whole time is how Gaga, in addition to being the latest thin, blonde, half-naked super star, has come to be seen as a leader within the LGBTQ. In this same interview two years ago, she speaks revealingly as to her appeal to the gay community:

G: I’ve got three #1 records and I’ve sold almost 4 million albums world wide.

I: So what’s the biggest [thrill] of your career so far?

G: The gay community.

I: Why?

G: ‘Cause I love em so much. ‘Cause they don’t ask me questions like that. ‘Cause they love sexual strong women who speak their mind.

Gaga recognizes that her most loyal fans are members of the gay community, and in this strange political climate, apparently that means she has a right to claim she’s a leading voice within that political sector–even though the LGBTQ and feminists have worked together for decades.

You know who else the gay community loves? Britney Spears and Madonna. Britney Spears and Madonna even made out one time, you know, just for their gay fans, right? It seems to me Lady Gaga–who is an open bisexual–is no more a gay rights activist than either of the former Queens of Pop. Further, if she’s so gung-ho about supporting the gay community, why is she so apprehensive about being an open feminist? I guess I just don’t see how Lady Gaga has really changed anything in the mainstream music industry.

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Fighting the good fight-- All the way to prom

2010-03-12T06:39:00.000+02:00

Today, Itawamba County Agricultural High School in Fulton, Mississippi, cancelled their senior prom for April 2 when 18 year old senior (and lesbian) Constance McMillen insisted she would be taking her girlfriend (and wearing a tux) in spite of their prohibition of same-sex couples. I realize in the grand scheme of things, fighting for the right to go to prom may not seem like such a big deal– after all, homosexuals in Uganda are quite literally at risk of losing the right to life here soon– but I’m still blown away. In high school (which though only several years ago seems like it must have been in another lifetime) I would have died, died, if I thought people thought I might like a girl, or be attracted to one… nonetheless be willing to stand up to my classmates, my administrators, my school board, and even my whole city and say look, this is who I am, I’m not ashamed, and I will not change for you… That’s just… awesome. So awesome.

So wherever you are Constance, you are my hero of the week for sure. Fight the good fight. I wish I could be more like you.

Oh and if anyone wants more details/info you can check out the story at: http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/us_lesbian_prom_date

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School sponsored bullying

2010-03-12T04:10:00.000+02:00

I don’t like bullying. I was bullied and it has had a lasting effect on me, and so when I see bullying in life, the workplace, or in the news, it tends to touch me deeply and wind me up. So I’m infuriated by the idiotic, criminal actions of a certain Mississippi school. If you don’t know what I’m ranting about you can read the shocking story here:

USA Today : Miss. prom cancelled after lesbian’s prom date request

BBC News : US School cancels prom ‘over lesbian date’

Please note a couple of things about those two stories; firstly the student’s name is not hidden, they have not been granted anonymity like the criminals mentioned in my previous posts, secondly the schools response is irrational and possibly criminal. Let us consider the options:

The school could allow the prom to proceed with the student in question bringing whatever partner they like. Some parent’s may be offended, as may some pupils, but sicne sexual orientation is a personal choice I believe the realistic response is “do what you feel is right” don’t want to see it, then stay away.
The school could allow the prom to proceed but ban the one student involved. This leaves the school open to being sued by every civil liberties group on the planet, and being lambasted in most world-wide media, but has little impact on those involved.
The school could cancel the prom as publicly as possible, while avoiding stating that the ban is “the student’s fault for not being of an acceptable sexual orientation” whilst also not denouncing personal choice. This will produce much publicity, make the school and its associated county and state look archaic in the eyes of the world, whilst also alienating the student, publicizing their name and opening them up to a world of threats and bullying beyond the existing prejudices their sexual orientation opens them up to.

Why am I not surprised the school chose option #3. This is school sponsored bullying, making the student the target for every narrow minded student that thinks their prom night has been cancelled because of the student’s fault and not the schools narrow mindedness.

I think Constance McMillen has been brave to return to school, and Itawamba County Agricultural High School in Fulton owes her, and all students an apology for their mishandling of this situation. I can’t believe this kind of prejudice and stupidity exists in the modern world.

[Via http://bardsworld.wordpress.com]

Campus Pride!

2010-03-12T04:07:00.000+02:00

Campus Pride Announces Scholarships

for Summer Leadership Camp 2010

Full & partial scholarships available to LGBT and ally college students across U.S. specifically in NC, SC, GA and InterMountain West Region thanks to grants from the Gamma Mu Foundation, Alliance for Full Acceptance & B.W. Bastian Foundation

Campus Pride announced today that full and partial scholarships are available to attend the fourth annual Campus Pride Summer Leadership Camp. Lesbian, gay,bisexual, transgender (LGBT) and ally undergraduate student leaders may apply for the scholarships to attend camp from any college across the country. This year camp will be hosted by Vanderbilt University in Nashville, Tennessee from July 20th through July 25th, 2010. Apply online at www.campuspride.org/camp.asp

Numerous scholarships are available to help interested college students who are unable to pay the full camp registration fee. Full and partial scholarships are made possible by grants from the Gamma Mu Foundation (Non-Region Specific), Alliance for Full Acceptance (SC, NC & GA) and the B. W. Bastian Foundation(InterMountain West Region). Campus Pride seeks a diverse cohort of student leaders and these grants assist in this commitment across race, socio-economic, religion and geographical lines. First priority consideration is April 16, 2010 and rolling decisions thereafter.

“Building the next generation of LGBT and ally leaders is our first priority. Campus Pride is very appreciative of these grants to support camp and seek more LGBT and ally youth representation from specific regions of the country — and which reflect a greater diversity of our movement across all identities,” Shane Windmeyer, Executive Director of Campus Pride, said.

Students interested in social justice, human rights, and civil rights advocacy will be particularly interested in this leadership opportunity. Unlike any other camp,the Campus Pride Camp blends social justice leadership training with the traditional kind of bonding opportunities and lifetime friendships that only can be found at camp. The camp mission states that “At the heart of a remarkable leader is a passion and a vision for change.”

The 2010 Campus Pride Summer Leadership Camp provides a safe space for LGBT and ally leaders to develop and enhance their leadership skills and understand the importance of social change, education and activism. Campus Pride coordinates the camp with a dozen expert faculty and educators to plan the camp. These faculty and peer educators deliver the five day curriculum of skill building in leadership development, social justice and civic involvement.

For more information about the Campus Pride Summer Leadership Camp, please visit www.campuspride.org/camp.asp. Scholarship applications can be found at: www.campuspride.org/campscholarships.pdf

Also, Campus Pride provides ideas and tips for fundraising to go to camp: (www.campuspride.org/campfundraising.pdf). Online registration and more information are available at www.campuspride.org or by emailing info@campuspride.org.

[Via http://queerfresno.com]

Soul Sistah

2010-03-12T03:33:00.000+02:00

I saw my stepdaughter last night for the first time since August. She recently turned 21 and we had our first legal girls night out together. She came down to visit with her boyfriend and a new friend of hers, who seemed respectable enough the morning after they crashed here upon their arrival on Monday. I guess he had no idea when they left at 7 in the morning that another woman was asleep in my bed, or maybe he would not have been so comfortable on my living room floor.

I got a phone call from Jenna on Wednesday at noon, and she reported that she was at my house alone and we would be going out for her birthday celebration without the boys. When prompted as to what happened, she told me that her new friend was not really ok with going to a gay bar. She asked him to have an open mind and I guess a fight ensued at some point. So, he dropped her and her suitcase off at my house because they couldn’t see eye to eye and Jenna was angry. I can’t say I didn’t secretly want her to myself anyway, but my heart broke that I have placed my stepdaughter in a position to have to stand up to her friends because her mother is different. It’s not like I can change the way I am hard wired.

I also felt a joy because I reared a strong girl: a girl who doesn’t back down, who stands up for what is right. A girl who is just trying to make her way in this crazy world and eventually will come out on top- even if she takes the long hard road. A beautiful girl with a beautiful voice and a musical talent that I so wish she would explore again. A witty, sarcastic (imagine that), sharp-tongued, fiery, feisty girl with a smile and laugh that can melt your heart. Someone with her own sense of style that she will not apologize for. A girl with her own mind, who would be happy to give you a piece of it when crossed. A loyal loving girl who I never tire of. She can tell a story that will keep you hanging on the edge of your seat AND make you pee your pants. She can make you laugh until your ribs hurt and you forgot exactly how good that kind of hurt can feel.

We had a great time listening to some amazing female artists last night. Jenna came away feeling empowered and special. This morning we laid around, listened to music, ate some Papa J’s, and talked, and talked some more. When she pulled away, that familiar lump in the throat returned, but oh, it is so much more than that. I am never fully complete without the daughter I reared. Life is not as colorful, my smile is not as wide, my twinkle is not as glistening. I love her when she is a good girl and even when she is very very bad. I have cried more tears for her than any man, woman, lover, or family member who has graced my life. She is my soul.

Two meanings of soul include: 1) the animating principle; the essential element or part of something. 2) the inspirer or moving spirit of some action, movement, etc.

She is an essential element. She is the animating principle. And, she inspires action in me. Somehow I know we found each other for this very reason.

A couple of days ago I was sad that I was taking today off and the weather report called for a 90 percent chance of rain. But when that car pulled away, rain was all I wanted. Rain to wash the tears away. Rain to give me a good excuse to cocoon and read and listen to the water roll down the windows. Rain to match how I was feeling on the inside. She’s right where she needs to be right now, but I sure hope the universe sends her back my way soon. Tomorrow is another day, and I’ve already gone to the garden center. I bought flowers in all of the colors represented in the dress she wore last night. The sun will shine again and I will garden in preparation for Spring. Everytime I see my flowers blooming, I will think of my vibrant baby girl blooming into all of her glory. The shit was all just preparation for growth. It takes a lot of shit to make your garden grow-and we have both been knee-deep in it at times-but now is the time to blossom and reach towards the sky. I love you Jenna!!

[Via http://kismet1998.wordpress.com]