Sunday, November 30, 2008

Curious

I occasionally wonder what guys talk about with other guys. I wonder how they talk too. The sterotype is that they're all tough and focus on sports and chicks. I doubt this is entirely true.

And do men compliment/comment on other men re: their physical appearances? It's like a staple with women, and we can compliment without hitting on each other. The following are some random quotes from conversations with various girlfriends:

Those pants make your butt look big--in a good way!

Your shirt/shoes/purse/etc is/are super cute.

You have pointy nipples.

I just realized how big your boobs are!

Your hair looks extra hot today.

I would totally fuck you based on how you look in this picture. It's like RACK, nothing, and then ASS!

Hmm, maybe I have some pervier-than-most friends.

What would be the male version of this sort of interaction?....

Those pants really give the hint of a first-class package!

Way to bulk up those arms you sexy stud.

That shirt accents your pecs quite well. Where'd you buy it?

Perhaps the differences between men and women are a good thing...

Friday, November 28, 2008

Lazy

This is an endearingly amusing scene.

The line, "I just like to lay there" cracked me up here.

Black or White Bullshit Vol. I

This blacks vs. gays issue is still lingering in my mind. It's an obviously sensitive subject, and I will preface what I have to say with a humble acknowledgement of the fact that I have no idea what it feels like to be black. I'm really not trying to be offensive; I'm really only trying to be objective.

But at the same time, the blacks who want to turn their collective hardships into a contest with the collective hardships of the queers is, well, coming from a place that lacks compassion and an open mind.

There's one point that I've heard that I want to address in detail:

Black people cannot hide the color of their skin, but gay people can hide their sexual orientation.

Sometimes this is true, and sometimes it's not. And sometimes there are degrees.

There are some gay people who don't seem obviously gay to begin with--the femmy lesbians and the manly fags. Cases in point include Jodie Foster, Portia de Rossi, Richard Chamberlain, and Rupert Everett.

There are other gay people whose natural facial features, demeanors, and voices are particularly masculine or feminine. They could try to appear more straight, but their attempts might be futile. Cases in point include Rosie O'Donnel, Richard Simmons, Rachel Maddow (whose hotness I just recently picked up on), and Randy Harrison.

And some people are ambiguous. That's why developing gaydar is a useful skill.

Furthermore, there are degrees with black people too! There are different shades of skin color. There are different types of features. There are "oreos" who act more "caucasian" by the the way they talk and carry themselves.

These are things that I myself am not really aware of, but I recently read an article by Allison Samuels in Newsweek on Michelle Obama, and she stated how it'll be great to have a First Lady with a darker shade of brown:

Who and what is beautiful has long been a source of pain, anger and frustration in the African-American community. In too many cases, beauty for black women (and even black men) has meant fair skin, "good hair" and dainty facial features. Over the years, African-American icons like Lena Horne, Dorothy Dandridge, Halle Berry and BeyoncĂ©—while beautiful and talented—haven't exactly represented the diversity of complexions and features of most black women in this country.

Oh yeah, and to follow the idea of degrees to its logical conclusion, there's this thing called passing, and it's been acknowledged, discussed, analyzed, and written about for a while now. So, some black people and some queer people can hide their minority identities. It's a spectrum.

Some queers might exploit their ability to pass for straight. Gee, I wonder why they would do that! Hell, even The L Word mostly avoids casting women who are more masculine than Kate Moennig and Daniela Sea as actual characters.

All of these factors are making it difficult for me to negate the fact the discrimination against blacks bears some similarities to discrimination against queers.

Thursday, November 27, 2008

So Fuckin' Lucky

Anyone who knows me personally knows that I've had tons of surprising and significant experiences this year. And I hope I've done these experiences justice by learning what I can from them.

There is too much to be grateful for. I seriously am one lucky bitch. So here's a list (in no particular order) of what I'm (perhaps overly) grateful for:

My mind's ability to be resilient, receptive, and ridiculous (can you tell I like alliterations?).

My beautiful, brilliant friends who provide me with laughter, insight, and emotional support.

My helpful family.

My body.

Conversations that effortlessly last for several hours.

Our sane, sexy, and smart President-elect.

Funny people who crack me up and happen to be queer (Kelka, Dan Savage, Wanda Sykes, Riese, Portia on Arrested Development, Ellen and her dorky-ass style of dancing).

Funny people, regardless of their orientation.

TV on DVD.

Six Feet Under.

Good food and good wine.

The few people who have vicious things to and/or about me (who else can help you to grow a thicker skin or to improve yourself?)

Those moments when I'm driving and one of my favorite songs comes on the radio.

Those moments when a friend says exactly what I was thinking.

The fact that I don't walk around carrying a complex about any facet of my identity anymore.

The fact that I got to "know" KC and Elka via their much-needed, laugh-till-it-hurts podcasts.

The fact that season 5 of The L Word didn't suck.

I think I'll stop there. Happy Thanksgiving!

Wednesday, November 26, 2008

Duh

I'm thinking about the comment my friend made to a previous post. And that's when I had a Big Duh Moment: no one should have to apologize for who they are or what they feel (as long as it involves two consenting adults-- again, I've seen waaay too much Law and Order SVU).

(And as long as they don't go out of their way to oppress other people, e.g. the pro-Prop 8 Mormons)

It's like I replaced the overly judgemental, internalized homophobic voice with an overly judgemental, internalized ACLU representative. And I make myself the prime target/enemy.

The truth is that minorities and people who swim against any sort of massive, social current can be just as bigoted as any Prop 8 prick.

SO! No more apologizing for being a currently straight'ish, Xena-loving, slim, tomboyish blowjob queen!

Tuesday, November 25, 2008

"And when you get the body you want, who is going to live inside it?"

(The sweet quote is from season 3 Jenny to Max when he was being a douchebag about NEEDING top surgery NOW NOW NOW).

If you get enough girls together, it's almost statistically inevitable that one will find some passive-aggressive way to voice her insecurity about her weight. I've become increasingly aware of this in the past year, and it's consequently become increasingly annoying. I feel like I'm too old for this.

I'm also pretty sure that the one female on this planet who hates my guts hates me because, unlike her, I'm slim and perky. I wanted to like her. It's a long, stupid story that doesn't merit a telling. But am I supposed to apologize for the fact that I watch what I eat? Am I supposed to apologize for having a smaller frame (which, by the way, has its cons)?

Fuck no! There are plenty of ways in which we will not match up to The [Subjective] Ideal of Physical Perfection. Dwelling on it and allowing oneself to feel perpetually inadequate is a waste.

Conversely, I recently realized that men are expected to be tall and buff. You'd think I'd be more aware of this since the last three males I de-clothed with were tall and ripped....and I liked it. Maybe it's because most people are just naturally taller and stronger than I am anyways.

But I've been hanging out with a guy who is on the scrawnier side, and he was mentioning how he doesn't work out. And in my head I thought, Ohhh, so men have to WORK to look like my ex's. They don't just automatically come like that. INteresting...

Nothing gets past me!

I do prefer manly men who have streaks of femininity and emotional availability. And I LOVE being significantly shorter; then they can toss me around like a play toy. Yum...

But Scrawny Boy is like me: physically weak but mentally strong. He appears to be one of those...happy people. Happy people are like aliens and the Loch Ness monster: many wonder if they really exist. And that more than compensates for his lack of biceps.

Sunday, November 23, 2008

Pissing Match: Micro to Macro

I really hate it when people want to automatically belittle another person's pain by stating that their own is worse. It's a clear sign of bitterness, and excessive bitterness just doesn't sell.

MICRO LEVEL
My ex boyfriend was like this. I'd tell some silly, embarrassing story in an attempt to make him laugh, and his response would be, "That's nothing. I've done more embarrassing things because I was always the poorest kid in the school."

Uh.

Look baby, I'm really sorry that you grew up in poverty. I am more than willing to acknowledge that you had it rough; I'm more than willing to listen, cuddle, and fuck. But I'm just telling a simple little story here. Could you tell the whiny victim in you to shut the fuck up for a minute?

Sometimes I want to say, “You win” to those who unconsciously or consciously turn conversation pieces into contests. You win! The weather on your side of the country is more bi-polar than the weather on my side. Your parents are crazier than mine. You tits are smaller than mine. Are you happy now? Because I really don’t care anymore.

And that's what I said to the ex. You win, big boy. His response was, "Winning sucks." But I think he secretly reveled in being "the winner" because it allowed him to wear his pain like a crown. How sexy.

Yeah, he and I don't talk anymore. He lives 20 minutes from me; I wanted to be friends, but Mr. Woe Is Me just couldn't deal. Too bad for him.

MACRO LEVEL
So most people know (at least I think they know) that 70% of African Americans approved Prop 8. The heat has been in the news: minority against minority. It's disheartening. I'm not going to pretend to know why this happened, but I can certainly speculate (with NO intentions to sound racist):
  1. People who have been victimized can be more likely to become oppressors. At least according to the 3 psych courses I've taken and the countless hours I've spent watching Law and Order SVU.
  2. It's hard enough to be black. But to be gay and black is like a double whammy.
  3. Discriminating against gays is not equal to discriminating against blacks because blacks have been oppressed more.
  4. Discriminating against gays is not equal to discriminating against blacks because the color of one's skin is hereditary, immediately obvious, and unchangeable (bleach aside). Gay people can mask and suppress their minority identity with more ease, and they can (possibly) choose to be straight. (Yah, tell that to Richard Simmons; butching him up would be so wrong).

Again, I'm just speculating from a more psychological standpoint. Who the fuck knows. I'll end with Wanda's take on it.

Friday, November 21, 2008

Greetings!

There’s generally a standard list of occasions for which people give cards: birthdays, weddings, graduations, parental tributes, new babies, etc.

That’s all well and good. But there are smaller, more egotistical, or more everyday occasions that people celebrate, but they might not be willing to advertise or thow a party for such events.

Nevertheless, they might internally bathe such achievements with just as much validation; I think some of these events can merit a card:

Way to end that dry spell!

Compliments on your newly acquired six pack.

Congratulations on not needing to fake it anymore!

OR

Way to make her come this time!

Happy Coming Out! I’m glad to hear your family didn’t disown you.

Congratulations on having perkier boobs than your nemesis!

Compliments on the surprisingly convincing fake tan. Your ability to cheat the Cancer Gods never ceases to amaze me.

OR

Your ability to cheat the Cancer Gods never ceases to amaze me. Cheers! OR Keep puffin’ away!

We're so relieved that you've decided to stop pretending that you're straight!

Thursday, November 20, 2008

Mental Ping Pong

It's like my body and heart forgot that I like girls. Mentally, I know that I like them, but I've been all boys, boys, boys for like a year now. I can't imagine being gay. And last year, I couldn't imagine being straight.

To make it worse, a part of me doesn't want to feel gay again for an extended period of time.

I'm feeling a bit guilty about this. Should I? Maybe if I called Dan Savage they would put this question up on the podcast. Maybe now is a good time to ask him since he's rightfully quite upset about Prop 8; he'd chew me out, and it would make for good entertainment.

I was chatting about it with a bi friend, and we agreed that girls are generally more work, and guys are meaner. But women are socialized to be prepared for this meanness, so that makes it a bit easier. (I know I'm stereotyping, and I'm really just speaking for myself).

And I've been hanging out with dudes more lately. Not for dates, free food, or flattery (I've finally gotten my polite, non-awkward and non-militant feminazi "No, Thank You" down every time one of them offers to pay for my meal). I'm just getting to know different people and test what works for me mentally and emotionally.

And my army of girlfriends is solid, so perhaps I'm just trying to even things out. Or maybe I'm trying to test what works for me for seeking a longer term partner?

How annoying. Yet another bisexual who ends up with a dude.

Maybe I need to tell the protesting, poster-holding HRC representative in me to shut the fuck up.

Wednesday, November 19, 2008

Unisexy Cont'd

Roughly 1/3 of my close friends have told me that they won't call me by a new name. When I told them that I don't like my name, I was met with a rather blunt, mocking response: Well we're not going to call you anything else! I guess it could be worse.

I did 15 minutes of research, and here are some unisex names that I like (but not all of them necessarily fit me):

Aaren/Arin
Ashton
Alex
Avery
Blair
Cameron
Cary
Elliot
Lee
Riley
Sam
Shane (I am NOT going to make people call me this though; I am not Shane-worthy)

I still think Sam is the best option on the list.

There are some girly names that I like:
Alia
Kasia
Sheeana
Zadie
Alice
Liv
Lucy
Alexia
Abby

Meh, I'm probably being self-indulgent anyways.

On the other hand...

So more and more people around my age are getting married. A college acquaintence voiced this observation to me and told me that it makes her feel old, immature, and behind. Guh?

Granted, a sincere marriage requires committment, responsibility, and maturity. But it doesn't automatically prove growth and maturity, and it's not the ONLY way to grow either.

Furthermore, it's not like we have to do the exact same thing, and life is some race.

Tuesday, November 18, 2008

Tell it like it is

This is Wanda Sykes' amusing take on gay marriage. I love her.

She has a point: divorce is more of a threat to marriage than the homos. Why not make divorce illegal? Because every kid needs a mom and a dad?

Monday, November 17, 2008

Happy-Go-Lucky Part II

I wish I could fully explain my state of mind as of the past few weeks. There's so much I don't particularly care about: what people think of me, how I look, if I'm pleasing my family, what career to pick, etc. This isn't to say that I'm walking around like an unkempt hobo/hippy, but I'm just keeping things simple.

A lot is just rolling off my back, and I'm content to just enjoy the moment and the day as it is. It's like every moment (no matter how painful, boring, or disappointing it is) is an opportunity to learn and grow. It's pretty fuckin' liberating.

I kinda wanted to make this energy contagious when I hung out with my friends this weekend, but I was not successful. Instead, I noticed girls finding ways to indirectly express their insecurities; seeing through people can be a bit of a curse. I wanted to tell them that they don't need to feel inadequate over some subjective bullshit. And I found myself being judgemental for a short while.

I had a lot of fun, and we had some good laughs. But I wanted them to feel as free as I feel. But I then realized that I have to learn to accept people as they are. I cannot impose my ideas on them. I may have good intentions, but I'm also being selfish and trying to change people to be more like me.

Maybe it's not that different from the Should Nots who try to convert gay people to heterosexuality via prayer. Or the Should Nots who only consider a marriage between a man and a woman is legit.

Sunday, November 16, 2008

On a lighter note...

Dan Savage looks really cute here. And look at his big arms! I have a nonsexual crush on a gay man in his forties who would probably yell at me for some of the romantic mistakes I've made.

Wanda Sykes is gay! She recently came out. I love her sense of humor; perhaps it's because my sense of humor is so pasty white. But she's also blunt and dirty, and that clicks with me. Here is a decent sample of her stand up style

Why the hell didn't I know she was gay? It did cross my mind, but she said she was married, so I assumed she was straight. But she also said she was divorced, so...maybe that had something to do with it.

Saturday, November 15, 2008

"No more Mr. Nice Gay!"

I've been making a point not to dwell on the disgrace that is Prop 8, but it's still a heated issue in the news, and many are protesting against it today. I happened to flip to CNN to see the oh-so-handsome-and-articulate Dan Savage on Larry King Live (he's the one who said the title of this post).

And yesterday I was curious about our First Lady-to-be, so I looked her up on youtube. Before you know it, I was comparing Michelle Obama's ability to dance on Ellen to Barack Obama's (Michelle wins).

And then I saw a clip of John McCain on Ellen, and they were discussing gay marriage. And when Ellen stated how not being able to get married makes her feel like a second-class citizen, he just said something to the effect of, "We have a respectful disagreement." How is it respectful to put hetero unions at the top?

And THEN I ended up looking at a clip of Ellen announcing her wedding when California legalized gay marriage. I felt sad and pissed off. BUT, my viewing of Larry King Live was fruitful; I learned that the gay couples who got married in California prior to Prop 8's hateful passing are still married.

I do not totally understand how one can "agree to disagree" or "respectfully disagree" on this issue. Sure, you can have a calm debate about it, but either you're for marriage equality, or you're not. And if you're not, then you are belittling a sexual minority; that's why McCain didn't really have an argument.

The only grey area is civil unions, and while those grant some legal rights, they still aren't equal to heterosexual marriage. Helllo! Equal is the key word here!

I also cannot fully validate the idea that America simply isn't ready for marriage equality. I know that there needs to be a degree of readiness, preparation, and incentive for change to occur in a sustainable way. But at the same time, Prop 8 passed because it could pass on a simple majority. If it passed by 2/3's (and if Mormons from Utah hadn't interfered), then perhaps one could argue that California really isn't ready.

But every law granting minorities their entitled freedoms has been met with a reluctant opposition (freeing slaves, desegregation, etc) and a challenging transitional period. Change is hard, even if you're ready for it. Sometimes you just need to dive in and force the small-minded people to just fucking deal with it. Oppressed minorities have had to do it; why can't the oppressors give it a try?

Friday, November 14, 2008

Unisexy

Last night I was telling a friend who has known me for a verrry long time that want a unisexy name. Only those who know me personally know what my name is, but all I can say is that my name is boring.

Me: I want to change my name.
Friend: Noo! Why?
Me: It's mediocre and not me.
Friend: But I like your name...
Me: Why?
Friend: Because it reminds me..
Me: Ohmigod don't say it!
Friend:...of you.
Me: Gah! How cheezy...but sweet...but annoying...my personality should not be associated with my lame-ass name.
Friend: What would you rather your name be?
Me: Something unisexy and ambiguous in ethnicity.
Friend: Like what?
Me: Well, I always liked the name Sam.
Friend: Sam?! What the hell is wrong with you? NO!

Granted, it is my name, and I get the final say, but if I were to start going by a different name, then I'd ideally like my friends to be amiable towards it too.

Is this vain of me? We don't get to choose our names, genetic phenotypes, genders. Is the desire to change one's name comparable to the desire to change one's gender or body? All of these things do influence how we are perceived and treated. And people certainly do like to express themselves; the proof is in the number of blogs and people who want to be writers.

But how we act, what we do, and how we treat others also influences how we are perceived and treated. And, at the end of the day, how far can an external change go to make the person feel internally different? This probably varies by person.

I suppose I could try it and report results.

Wednesday, November 12, 2008

Sex Rebel

All of these anti-gay, pro-missionary position initiatives have me thinking about the core tenets of homophobia. One of them is obviously that homophobes consider gay sex to be wrong.

Why is it wrong?

Sex is meant for procreation, and gay sex does not lead to procreation: Ummm, yeah, since all the sex that goes on in the world is only for procreation. The number of people who have sex JUST to have babies is infinitesimally small.

People primarily have sex because it feels good and because it's away to connect to and/or conquer other people. If this wasn't the case, abortions wouldn't be an issue, and there would be no birth control.

Gay sex is gross: All sex is gross. Objectively speaking, sex is a weird, messy ritual. People make funny faces and odd noises. Fluids with not-so-delectable tastes and smells are inevitably thrown into the mix.

People (gay and straight) act out ridiculous role-play scenarios and indulge in strange fetishes. It can be painful and awkward the first few times. People willingly put themselves at varying degrees of risk for contracting STD's. Again, we do it because it feels good. And because of hormones. And love will make you do some crazy things.

Furthermore, if sex wasn't at least a lttle bit weird and messy, then it would be boring as hell. All sex is gross.

Gay sex is unnatural: There are homo animals. Nobody turned them gay. It's not like they get Showtime.

Tuesday, November 11, 2008

Who are you to wave your finger?

I wish every religious fanatic who voted for Prop 8 could see this rather sincere commentary.

Sunday, November 9, 2008

Happy-Go-Lucky Part I

It's like you couldn't pay me to stay unhappy for long.

I've been having a lot of probing, engaging, and enjoyable conversations with new, different people lately. Some I often disagree with. But I'm the type of person who can't stop re-reading, editing, and re-writing my view of existence, so I'm learning a lot. This year has provided me with a lot of valuable lessons, and every mistake I've made has been goldmine-worthy.

Furthermore, my life is nowhere near where it Should be for someone my age, and I don't just mean this because I'm a Xena-loving queer. There are a lot of things that are "wrong" with my life, but I just can't see them as anything but "right" anymore.

All of these experiences have me thinking about a broader definition of what it means to be queer. I've always seen it as an umbrella term for all the gays, trannies, and anyone who drastically functions outside the traditional social constructs that dictate sexuality, gender, roles, etc.

But now I think of a queer as someone who questions everything, particularly the religious and secular cults that blatantly and subtely control people. These cults operate by keeping people feeling deficient; they convince people that they need to have the ideal Career, Spouse, Body, etc to be happy.

In the broadest and most idealistic sense, to be queer is to be free, happy, and perhaps most importantly, to be queer is to simply be yourself, no matter how much of a freak you might be. But being a skeptical (and possibly mistreated) minority and being happy don't always go hand in hand. I used to be a rather grouchy skeptic, and now I feel more happy-go-lucky.


Even with disappointments like Prop 8 and Prop 102 passing. I definitely ranted to my friends, and my friends ranted to me. It's depressing and disgusting. And it's going to take more work, time, fighting, and funding before marriage equality becomes a prevalent right in this country.


But when it comes to people who go out of their way to control, oppress, and demean you, the best way to fight back is to go on and be as free, expressive, and impervious as is respectfully possible.

Sure, homophobic people will try to brainwash kids into feeling ashamed of being gay. But there's more information out there. There's more gay shit on TV, in the news, and in our government. But anti-gay movements can only go so far to change who people are and how they feel.

Maybe I sound vague and naive, but some other ideas are forming....

Bits

Me: I just think it's more interesting to take clothes off a girl wearing more gender-neutral clothes.
Friend: Why?
Me: Because then it's like a pleasant surprise, like, WOW, curves! WOW! boobs!

Friend: Gay sex isn't real sex; it's just messing around.
Me: Homophobe says what?
Friend: Well, it's making love, but sex is meant for making babies. And that can only happen with a penis and a vagina.
Me: Uptight Christian says what?

Yeah...I put him in his place.

I will end with a Dan Savage quote that he said in response to a gay man who was trying to discern whether his crush was gay or straight:

I'm always amazed that people who are brave enough to stick a dick in their ass, for instance, are too cowardly just to ask somebody if he's gay.

Saturday, November 8, 2008

Oh. My. GAY.

zomg zomg! Lucy Lawless (aka Xena) is going to be on The L Word's last season! I totally squealed and did an unsightly happy dance when I read this.

It's like I died and got an infinite supply of vegan ice cream to go with my bottomless stomach whilst in heaven.

Everyone I know has given me shit for liking that show during my childhood (and by "childhood," I mean all through high school). Well I don't care! I love Xena! And this is the place for me to declare my dorky, socially unacceptable love!

Woooooooo!

Friday, November 7, 2008

Girlness

One: I've been deferring the whole "get a purse" movement for a while now. I'm starting to think it's getting to be time to consider investing in a dykey purse or a girly wallet. I'm kinda outgrowing my piece-of-shit duct-tape wallet. Chalk it up to my taking one more step towards playing for the Estrogen Team.

Two: One would think that a Pro-Boob female with Boob Ego such as myself would enjoy bra shopping. Well, I don't. Unless I'm motivated by showing a particular type of bra to a particular type of person.

Three: My friend (whom I am hoping to roommate it up with soon) and I were talking about the value of your close female friends and how they get your back during the tough times. And then we discussed the ideal of living with a close female friend and getting support and compaionship from her while dating other people "on the side."

Perhaps it's like the female, same-sex version of the fag hag relationship? There is a primacy attached to the friendship, but it doesn't have to be neurotic or possessive. Maybe I just am not too keen on the idea of living with a man.

Speaking of fag hags, I thoroughly enjoy indulging a bit of the inverse of the fag hag relationship: gay girl + straight guy = fun girlish guy talk about girls. It's a unique type of comfort and rapport.

Thursday, November 6, 2008

God damn Prop 8

I'm all for trying to see the good in peope, but I've gotten to a point where it doesn't really surprise me when someone is mean, stupid, bigoted, irrational, oppressive, manipulative, etc. It's statistically inevitable to encounter someone like this.

But Prop 8 passing is disappointing. To go out of your way to re-oppress people who just gained a liberty they shouldn't have to fight for...well, that's a downer. It's also embarrassing.

I wonder how many of those who voted for it are really just shamefully queer on the inside.

So now Ellen and Portia and thousands of other gay marriages are annulled?

This goes back to the idea of the Should Nots and their anti-life paradigms. I'm so outside the realm of any organized religion that I forget about how it's mostly about controlling people and keeping them guilty, limited, and/or unhappy because they don't conform to this One idea of how people Should be.

Blah. Rant over. At least the President-elect doesn't seem like a bigot. And, on a lighter note, I had a lot of fun teaching some cute grade-schoolers how to pronounce, "President Barack Obama" yesterday.

Tuesday, November 4, 2008

Patriotic

YAY Obama whooped ass! Yay, we don't need to have bigoted, one-sided idiots in charge anymore! Yay, our economy is in more solid hands! Yay, our president isn't a homophobe! Yay, our president has hot facial structure and intense, sexy eyes.


OK I'm done. I feel happy, relieved, and proud. Oh, and I totally forgot that Obama is black (well, half black) and that his getting elected makes history for African Americans. I suspect I'm not the only one.

I don't know about Prop 8 results yet, so I'm going to continue with my optimism.

The other day I was telling my friend how great it is to be in a country in which a handsome, articulate, hilarious fag like Dan Savage could be an authority on sexual relations. A sodomite is influencing how people act in relationships and the bedroom.

God bless America

Saturday, November 1, 2008

Halloween Fun

1. Yesterday was Kelka's 10 year anniversary. Happy Kelkaversary! I doubt there are many couples who can have that kind of chemistry after 10 years.

2. Hanging out with new boy was fun yesterday: we rocked the toy section in Wal-Mart and played Mad Libs in Barnes & Noble. It was filled with dorky goodness; however, I am fairly certain we will not date. The energy just doesn't seem to be there. I find this to be a huge relief. I need to break the pattern of boys I de-clothe for or just date girls exclusively.

3. I was helping my friend find a wig for Halloween, and as we looked around, we spotted Luke and Leia costumes.

"You could be Leia for Halloween," she suggested.

"I'd rather be Luke," I replied with an enthusiastic point at his costume.

"Congratulations. You're a dyke," she said as she patted my back.