This happened last week, and you can read the details at Gawker, but your attention is drawn to the wedding announcement:
Dear friends... amongst whom I include whomever may be reading this with a view to writing about the glorious marriage.
Am blogging this cus media people are naturally seeking me.
On sunday I will put up blog on whole day. Too glorious for words.
For now though, as you will appreciate, it's a bit of a 'Can't. Talk. Cock. In. Mouth'. Situation.
You certainly understand.
With the workday just about over, you might enjoy "Cocaine". "Cocaine" is cute and a little trippy and makes me think about Prince a little, back in the early 80's. The adorable storyline shows a cute lesbian couple having fun at the carnival, and, after enjoying a bit of cocaine, having way more fun at the circus. "Cocaine" is adorable and I wanted to share it with you, just don't overdo it, because "Cocaine" could have diminishing returns over time. Oh, and be sure to take in all of "Cocaine" as it ends in a surprise. (Via The Awl)
Once upon a time Grace Jones and Dee-Lite both performed at Palladium (a club venue) for New Year's Eve. This is what happened as paused from applying makeup to pose with Lady Miss Kier. (Nothing dramatic, just a "moment in time" bit.)
Paula Deen is constantly on the go. Let's hope that we are as active and as butter-laden as Deen some day. Until then, we can live vicariously on this website devoted to Paula Deen riding things.
I don't think we are necessarily guilty of thinking so, but a reminder of the abuse and torture suffered by women at the hands of men is never a bad thing.
Additionally, we (male) gays are sometimes guilty of misogyny ourselves ("Ew, fish!" is probably just the mildest of betrayals of some of our true feelings about the opposite sex.). Reducing a human being to nothing more than an unpleasant smell may be harmless enough, but the dehumanization of women in other areas of the world is far more extreme.
Should gays be allowed to marry if (and who) they wish? Absolutely.
Should women be able to marry if (and who) they wish without fear of reprisal via acid attack or burning? Undoubtedly.
Our common cause binds us.
Via.
The above promo shot for 1985's Desperately Seeking Susan was regarded as "too lesbian" back in the day according to a publicist who worked on the film. The Herb Ritts photo was Madonna's first encounter with the photographer who would work with her again on Cherish. Here's more from a publicist that worked on the film. Via.
My two years of high school German tells me some things about Ms. Rosie Palm, but you know what? From what I was able to read, I realized that sometimes precise knowledge isn't as fun as open-minded interpretation. Anyway, thank you Internet, for giving Rosie a place für seine Leidenschaft!
Much of my extended family--relatives who are so distant that they believe that a trip down the aisle via Shaadi.com still remains a strong possibility in my future--use bizarre terms like "ladies' man" and "casanova" when I explain to them who my friends are these days, as it sounds like I'm reading off a laundry list of lady-loves. And sadly! mine is a culture where two members of the opposite sex can't seemingly just pass around a bottle of wine and wail along to Tori Amos' "Leather" without inviting implications of matrimony and suburban dreamscapes. But this week, I thought I would take a break from the usual bit of rubble-sweeping and doom-predicting and celebrate some lovely things that lovely ladies are doing that make this world a much better place for the rest of us to exist in!
• Secretary of State Hillary Clinton says China is not the enemy. She may have a point because it's not as if they've blocked their citizens off from playing Farmville entirely...they've just branded it differently. [NYT]
• And here is her "It Gets Better" contribution. [Feministing]
• Meanwhile, now that Padma Lakshmi has popped out a sprog, she likes to keep fit by running up 70 flights of stairs. [New York Daily News]
• SHE CAME TO HAVE A PARTY, BUT DO NOT OPEN UP THE BACARDI! Not to be outdone, Mariah Carey has taken to rooftops to announce that soon, she will also be popping out a sprog. [Daily Mail]
Continue reading "Civilization Progress Report: The Ladies We Love Edition" »
It had never occurred to me before, but of course you have options if you are transitioning from a man to a woman. Changes can be made to the face, the Adam's apple can be shaved down, boobs can be added and padding to the hips and ass. Earlier today though a transitioning friend did something unexpected: crowd-sourcing her choice of shape and size vagina. She simply put up a link showing the work of various plastic surgeons that have done vaginoplasty and requested the input of her friends on Facebook. It's nice to know that some day when she shows off her new vagina (and I know she will) that I can look at it and think that I had a part in the styling. Choose yours today!
There's always regret for summer's end, but publicist Susan Blond (whom we've watched before) gives you reasons not to reach for the razors just because the days are getting shorter. Granted we weren't worried about waxing, but she is right about getting our flip-flop funky feet back in order. All the tips after the jump.
Continue reading "Blond Tips - Summer's almost over, and here's why that makes Susan Blond happy." »
Picked up from the ferry, I was whisked to the grocery store where fixings for a mixed grill were selected by others while I selected ingredients for my magical lemon/blueberry/almond cookies. Upon exit to the parking lot, I heard perhaps the greatest line of all time at the end of this address from one septuagenarian lesbian to another:
"I'm angry because you left me. Left me while you went to go shopping. Left me for a long time. Left me in a HOT CAR. BECAUSE YOU HAVE NO HEART. AMONGST [pause] other things."
For Pride 2010, we asked an eclectic group for their take on Gay Pride. From living to loathing, the responses cover a wide spectrum - a rainbow of opinion, perhaps?
Our friend and contributor Landry is beyond the labial labels of lesbian or dyke or wife or macaroni salad queen, and she has a take on pride that goes beyond the expected:
I will sometimes make the argument that it's not necessary for us to have marriage rights. 99.9% of the time I'm just being a devil's advocate (asshole) but sometimes it's because I think about how well we have done creating families on our own and without the approval of the masses; we just do it like some sort of superpower honed over centuries and out of necessity.
The real beauty of it is that we have had no real role models. Our relationships may be similar to our parents in that we love each other but that is where the similarities stop, which makes us lucky. We get to make our own life structures; create our own traditions and ceremonies; map our own lives without any predetermined path cut for us.
And we do! Many of my friends have created relationships that work for them. That may mean keeping separate apartments or having open relationships. For most heterosexual people, those options are not only "not on the menu", they are not even on their radar even though those may be the things that could work for them and keep them together for the long haul.
I worry about what government recognized status will do to that spirit and the creative approach, not so much for my generation, but for the ones after.
The importance for young gay people to have role models is so that so they don't feel alone, but it is my hope that the example we set isn't one of cookie-cutter, hetero-matrimony. I guess it is my hope that we *will* change the definition of marriage and be the role models for everyone.
My pride comes from being part of a tribe that makes the rules because they are unable or unwilling to follow the ones that someone else has set. My plan is to keep making my own story, one that doesn't look like anyone else's.
For Pride 2010, we asked an eclectic group for their take on Gay Pride. From living to loathing, the responses cover a wide spectrum - a rainbow of opinion, perhaps?
Thus far our responses have been from gay fellows. But what about straight girls? What do they make of it all. Last year my friend (and baking buddy) Joanna Rice went on a Pride exodus with me. The retired blogger has dusted off her keyboard to give us her take:
As with almost all moments of brilliance, it began with beer, even though, in hindsight, it seems like a blur how foolish brainstorming over beer led to my finding myself in the middle of 37th Avenue, Jackson Heights, wearing a fluffy-shouldered peach satin gown I picked up for a few bucks from Goodwill. Later, inexplicably, I am tightly gripping a banister on a massive float down Fifth Avenue swaying not from the transit but from the motion of all my companions dancing to the deejay behind us. We turned onto Christopher Street and the entire street bombards us with love and support. Total strangers wave at me. Countless faces beam at me. I meet eyes with a few and I read “Thank you.” But I want to thank them more for one of the most amazing moments in my life. This is It. I’m here. I’m actually here. In the Queen Mother of New York City Parades. Pride. And I never felt so much love in one place at one time, and, and …
And I’m getting ahead of myself here.
Having grown up in New York City, I’ve known Pride. I’ve heard of it. Even passed by it a couple of times during my roaming around youth about the parts of the Lower East Side and The Village. I remember The Pier. The Old Pier. The massive holes in chain link fences to walk out into the water-surrounded darkness that was both secluded and yet always crowded with people with all different agendas. Going to the LGBT Youth Center on Christopher Street with my bi-curious friend to support her and learning what a dental dam would be used for. Pride was just another event in the City of many events. Pride was a party. A chance to be foolish in the streets of New York more so than usual. Watch the queens dress up and act out. "Girlfriend". "Yes, Miss Thing". Giggle, maybe a, "You Go Girl"x. Unserious. Playful.See, I was a bystander. A watcher of events. I’m a child of New York, exposed to so much but involved in so little. But then I was invited to a beer by a good friend. And I can never say no to beer or to him which then led me to saying yes thus opening me up to one of the greatest experiences in my life.
Yes, I think my nephew is the bee's knees (where the hell did that phrase come from?), but he's not (exactly) what this post is about. Instead, I wanted to take a moment to give my sister-in-law props for her fresh take on being a new mother via posts on her blog, Out of Kadesh.
Extreme in her candidness (Read: WARNING Squeamish Gays! You may encounter words that call to mind parts of the female anatomy!), Megan's entries - for me - transcend the genre and provide truly interesting and even helpful insight into what it is to be a mother/parent...and by extrapolation...a child (Yes I DID just make it universal! And what!).
Photo of world's most adorable nephew via
Thought the title for this post was somewhat clever/original (just a teensy bit?) last night when I wrote it...until I went back to the Bitches in the Sky website and noted the subtitle, "A Gender-Bending Photo Novella About The Filthy Rich".
Apparently I left out a hyphen.
Linda Simpson's engrossing soap operatic web-series is spot on and stars some of our favorite nightlife (and LIFE life) people. We highly recommend.
