WorkChucks was right. Drew Barrymore and Ellen Page are TOTALLY BANGING. I don’t think they’re dating, I just think they enjoy each other’s “company” quite a bit.
Look at that love connection.
It also appears that Drew and Ellen share my affinity for constant touching and/or shows of affection. They can’t go anywhere without cuddling, holding hands, or kissing. Not that I mind…
S.O.S. PLEASE, SOMEONE HELP ME! Exactly the emotions I had when this bit of information fell into our lap. Sources say that Rihanna & her assistant, Melissa, are more than just … ya know. The two were spotted vacationing overseas, engaging in PDAs. They actually look cute together, but that’s beside the point. Focus kids. Do I believe this? No. However, if it did turn out to be fact not fiction, I wouldn’t be surprised. This seems to be the new trend among young girls her age. And even younger for that matter. Hell, for older broads my age as well. Homosexuality seems to be the NEW drug; a coping defense mechanism. That New escape when you can’t deal with what life has dealt you. No disrespect to true blue authentic genuine members of the Gay, Lesbian, Bi-Sexual Transgendered Community. However, the mere fact that folks are just instantaneously “realizing” they’re gay these days has to raise concerns. How you went to work today straight, came back from lunch GAY! My man left me: I’m lesbian. Can’t pay my bills this month: Gay 4 Pay Lesbian. My train was late for work this morning: I’m a LESBIAN!!! WTF??? Come On Now! And if I were Lesbian I’d be tight right about now. The nerve of someone experimenting with my emotions and taking my body on a bullsh*t test run. Making the whole Gay experience seem like a joke & a farce. I don’t begrudge anyone for feeling how they feel, or loving who they love. But I thing we better start using our heads and making wise decisions. If this is truly nothing, then it’s just that- nothing. However, if there’s some truth to this, then I wish Rihanna & Melissa well. But know this: Different does NOT mean Better. Different Is Just Different!
-”The BklynBandette”. Mr. Hollywood’s Co-Defendant.
From RememberingOurDead.org.
The 11th annual Transgender Day of Remembrance vigil will be held Nov. 19, at 7 p.m. in King Avenue Methodist Church in Columbus. The event is sponsored by Buckeye Region Anti-Violence Organization and TransOhio.
According to a press release for the event: “The Transgender Day of Remembrance is intended to raise public awareness of hate crimes against transgender people, an action that current media doesn’t perform. Day of Remembrance publicly mourns and honors the lives of transgender people who might otherwise be forgotten. Through the vigil, we express love and respect in the face of national indifference and hatred. Day of Remembrance gives transgender people and their allies a chance to step forward and stand in vigil, memorializing those who have died by anti-transgender violence.”
A list of the deaths known to the media and/or trans community is available at RememberingOurDead.org.
(I found this image on Photobucket. Anyone know what it’s from?)
Where did we leave off? Oh, right. Kate and I had experienced our first evening of frisky, lusting, grinding – and I couldn’t quite gather up the balls to confess to Jack.
Nearly a week passed. I don’t think I breathed the entire time. Kate, myself, and the kids met up at a park and kind-of sort-of talked it out. It was a stomach-knotting mixture of being happy to be together, and yet being totally unsure of each other.
Very reminiscent of being in junior high and having a crush on someone. You notice everything: how close to you they sit, the color of their eyes, their body langauage…you decipher every word looking for clues until they lose meaning altogether.
The following Friday Kate invited us over for dinner in her new place. She’s a fabulous cook, yet I could barely eat. Instead I tried to ease my nerves with wine, which ended up working a little too well.
Late into the evening we retired to the bedroom to watch a ‘movie.’ Jack had wanted to leave earlier, but grew suspicious when I was so insistent on staying. Of course, he was right to be suspicious. Just being around Kate again had me so worked up I couldn’t think straight.
We lay, snuggled in her bed, with myself in the middle. No one watched the movie.
Instead, I made my move (in part to let Kate know I was interested, and in part to let Jack know what was going on. I couldn’t seem to get the words out of my mouth to tell him anything – and so I decided to just show him).
I put my hand on Kate’s knee and traced with one finger up and down her thigh. She responded by taking her finger and tracing from my collar bone down to my clothed nipple.
I giggled a bit – and Jack said, “I can see what you’re doing.” To which I replied, “I know. Good.”
From there Kate and I got more comfortable, and began kissing and rubbing each other’s breasts. She is not a shy person normally, and becomes even less so when turned on.
Jack lay on the edge of the bed, observing. I asked him a few times if he was ok, if “this” was ok…and he would chuckle a bit bewilderedly and say, “don’t let me stop you now.”
Soon Kate and I were both topless and getting a bit frenzied. The heat and desire between us grew so quickly I felt dizzy. She climbed on top of me and straddled me, our legs intertwined, pussies rubbing together through our soft pants.
I couldn’t last any longer, and came in waves as she ground against me. Knowing what had happened she lay back down on the bed next to me, then grabbed my hand and put it between her legs. Even from the outside of her pants I could feel her warm, damp heat.
I stroked her as best I could from there, but soon felt frustrated and slipped my fingers into her waistband and into her panties. She gasped a tiny bit in suprise and pleasure, then moved her hips to meet my hand.
With one finger, and then another, I explored her hot wetness. I was amazed at the feeling, and suddenly thought, “so this is what guys can’t get enough of…now I’m starting to understand!”
I spent a few moments circling her clit with my fingers, but could tell she was aching to get off. I slipped two fingers inside of her and stroked, while pressing against her clit with the palm of my hand.
I wasn’t at all sure that I knew what I was doing, but my instincts proved to be good when she came moments later.
Suddenly I became aware once again that we were not alone in the bed. I turned to Jack, who had a hell of a smirk on his face, and asked if he wanted to have some fun with me. He tried to politely refuse (I guess thinking that having sex in front of Kate would be weird – but really, what kind of social graces does a situation such as this call for anyway?), but soon was coaxed into slipping off his pants.
Already hard as a rock from the show we’d only slightly intentionally put on, Jack was ready to go. He stood me up, stripped down my pants and underwear, and tossed me back onto the bed.
I laughed, then turned to Kate, and asked her if this was ok with her. She answered with a bit of a smile and a sincere, “Yes.” We began kissing and playing with each other’s tits again, while Jack climbed in behind me.
I maneuvered myself so I was on my hands and knees on top of Kate, and Jack came around behind me. He pressed the head of his cock onto my pussy, which was still so wet. He thrust into me slowly and smoothly as my muscles tightened around his shaft.
His pace quickened, and I began to feel the workings of another orgasm coming. Kate sucked on my nipple and reached down with one hand to rub my clit and Jack continued to fuck me at a strong, steady pace.
All of the stimulation at once was too much for me to last, and I began to cum. As often happens between us, my spasming muscles tipped Jack over the edge and he came as well, letting out a gutteral groan of pleasure.
We rested for a few minutes, then dressed again and said some awkward but happy good-bye’s. I was relieved to have Jack know my secret, and in some sense of the word, have given us his blessing. Ha!
More to come on the Jill/Jack/Kate story soon!
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Cleve Jones, a long-time activist alongside Harvey Milk and the man behind the AIDS Memorial Quilt, has invited President Barack Obama to speak at the National Equality March on Oct. 11.
According to a press release from NEM, Jones wrote a letter to the president that was delivered to the White House on Friday.
In the letter, Jones thanked the president for awarding Milk with a Medal of Freedom, as well as compared the upcoming NEM to the Civil Rights March of 1963.
So far, the president has not yet responded to this invitation.
i'm so cool now b/c i ate this. well kind of. almost.
sushi. everybody talks about it. everybody loooooovessushi. holly and i have tried it and yeah, notsomuch.
me, i prefer my sushi the jewish way: smoked and salted. yes, folks, lox. on a bagel. with cream cheese. and maybe a cup of coffee. maybe a little piece of cheese danish on the side…but i digress. my–and holly’s–main issues with sushi are the following: the seaweed. the raw fish. we both don’t like seaweed. and fish we both prefer cooked.
the one and only time i tried sushi was a couple years ago with a then-work friend. i was a little scared. i settled that it was the seaweed that was my big issue, since i decided beforehand to order salmon. it resembles lox, i reasoned, and lox isn’t cooked anyway.
“try the sashimi,” my friend offered helpfully. “it doesn’t have any seaweed. you’ll probably like it.”
so i hesitantly put it in my mouth and it was all i could do not to gag: it looked like lox. felt like lox. except it was on this bed of sticky rice. and tasted like…nothing. i don’t remember if i swallowed it or not, but i definitely couldn’t have another bite.
fast forward a couple years to last night. we went to a really nice japanese restaurant for a close friend’s birthday get together. holly and i were intrigued by this “bento box” thing, where you basically order four different things from columns a, b, c and d, and it’s presented in a cute little box. b, c and d all had cooked options, so we decided aw hell, this place is so fun, this box thing seems so cool, let’s just, omg let’s order some sushi from column a.
i order a spicy tuna roll “crispy” since that seems to be popular and after all, i’m trying to be part of the crowd here. i figure, i love tuna, and i’ve had it fairly rare–how different could it be? i told holly to order something different so that way we could share. we agree a california roll would be a safe bet, since we thought it was vegetarian.
so the food comes and these boxes, they are so pretty. and there’s the sushi, looking so cute and i’m actually kind of excited about getting into this sushi thing. i can totally do this, i think to myself. totally.
we are taught how to combine the soy sauce and the wasabi, and holly’s like, wait, what’s this? this doesn’t look like avocado or cucumber. the waiter informs us it’s imitation crab meat. say “crab meat” even “imitation crab meat” to us and alarms go off.
i’m kosher, don’t touch crab. holly’s twice removed from crab (another story for another day; let’s just say she doesn’t eat it). everyone at the table starts buzzing that it’s definitely not crab, definitely not. definitely fish. probably cooked. holly eyes it suspiciously.
i go first. i dip the pretty roll into the soy sauce/wasabi mixture and, clueless dork that i am, bite into half of it and try to get the rest out of my mouth, and i’m having a helluva time of it b/c the seaweed’s so tough. i basically have to rip it apart with my teach and the other half plops down into the sauce. and i surprise myself by…liking it!
“oh my GOSH i LIKE this!” i exclaim.
amy, who’s teaching us how to do the whole sushi thing, is like “good!! that’s awesome!”
“but man, it’s tough to bit through!”
amy, probably the world’s most non-judgmental sushi teacher, is like, “well, you’re actually supposed to put the whole thing in your mouth.”
“ohh,” i say.
i take the other half, drowning in the sauce by now, and pop it in my mouth. it’s good, i decide. right on. i’m cool now. i can tell ppl i eat sushi ! i think. i am suddenly feeling like one of the “in” kids.
meanwhile holly’s staring at her sushi, trying to decide if she’s going to eat it or not, since it’s associated with crabmeat, even tho there’s not a licka crab meat in the thing. we’re informed that it’s an avocado roll that’s vegetarian. not a california roll. oh. well, live and learn, we figure.
holly, unlike me, manages to get the whole thing down in one bite. doesn’t really like it. chases it with a beer. ok, it was actually fried chicken, she’s informing me now, as she reads this post over my shoulder. but she did have a beer, too, which probably also helped.
“it’s not that bad,” she says. “but i definitely needed the chaser,” she tells me.
meanwhile, i’m trying to figure out this whole pop-the-whole-piece-of-sushi-in-your-mouth thing. i decide to go for it. i dip it in the sauce mixture and pop it in my mouth.
ohmygoshi’mgoingtothrowup, i think. i immediatley panic. what does one do in these sorts of situations?? when you’re at a birthday party at a nice restaurant and the special birthday girl is sitting directly across from you and your mouth is full of raw fish, seaweed and rice and you’re gonna barf if you don’t spit it out and there’s nothing but cloth friggin napkins. i’ll tell you what you do: you grab the teenytiny paper napkin under your iced tea, wait til no one’s looking, spit it in there, secretly shove it in your bento box and cover the whole thing with pickled ginger. that’s what you do. then you order a cocktail even tho you barely ever drink (captain & coke) to calm your nerves b/c you’re about to get an anxiety attack b/c you’re a huge dork.
even tho the flavor was ok, something about having the whole thing in my mouth–all the textures, the rice and the seaweed and the squishy fish. it was just too much to take. and i have a fairly strong stomach. holly says we’re going to try it again, and try to like it doggone it. but i say aw hell no. seaweed can stay in the ocean and anything that was once living needs to cooked. or at least smoked. and served over cream cheese.
1. Super glad I didn’t ask that uber cute girl was her name Aurora ( Wonder Woman’s real name ) because she had a women logo for a chest piece tattoo. ( Super Geek Moment !!)
2. If I ever get fat I pray don’t get double or triple chins.
3. I super wish I was with the whole posse i mean the WHOLE POSSE at Taco Mac getting hammered eating unlimited steak tacos with Rosario Dawson included all on me and all types of other ill shit.
4. Old dudes with shitty faded tattoos are awesome people.
5. Damn it I’m super ready for it to get cold !!! I’m ready to breakout my jean jacket !
6. Why the fuck was I watching The City ( Hills Spin-off show ) this Saturday morning and for some odd reason was actually interested in what was going ???
7. Watching “Keeping up with Kardashians” is truly great for eye candy opportunities.
8. Why was that butch lesbian back in my high school years fresher than me at times ???
9.While @ work : Lady in the Black Baby Phat top !! I wanna violate that !!!
10. Did i just see someone in a Wu-Wear t-shirt ??? WHO AND WHY THE FUCK IS ANYBODY WEARING WU-WEAR ?? (THE CAPS LOCK SCREAMS ARE SERIOUS ON THIS ISSUE RIGHT NOW !!)
Bonus thought: I wish when I walked right now i’d hear Kurupt \” We Can Freak It\” while girls say name all foxy like ..
-McFly !!!
In my last post on this subject, I was digging into the general idea of subconscious gender, and how I constructed that identity in my own peculiar roundabout way. I talked about my ideas of different types of knowledge other than rational and religious or faith based knowledge. The basic thread is that the body, my body, is the receiver transmitter, and the things I learn about my true self specific to this blog, my true gender identity, are discovered primarily through that receiver, my body.
One simple example: I may have used this one already, but it will serve as a quick segue too. Back at the turn of the century, I was walking down the street in my little town, about to cross, jaywalk in fact, and I suddenly held back, just momentarily to reflect. I felt this idea go through my body, that was just saying, “You can be as graceful as you like.” It is like simultaneous thing that happens, and you don’t really know where it comes from, because your mind is intuiting something and your body is talking to you like a bird that just flew up and landed on the fence post. And it isn’t until much later after dozens of reflections on one of these ‘moments’ that you realize there is something at work, a force that is more powerful than anything you can describe. It is as though you are seeing the future and the past at once and it is a huge wall of a dust storm with little pictures floating in and out of the cloud. And there you are going along just watching it like a movie. See, we prefer rational constructs of knowledge, because we can measure, quantify, and even though the reward is so miniscule, it is verifiable that it happened, it is provable and after numerous attempts it is irrefutable. We know. Rubbish ok, balderdash and crap. The knowledge of rationality is powerless in the face of truth. We all know this. This is why we say, “I just know.” (know)ledge – it’s there, trust yours.
So many years later, after the ‘moment’ of grace on the street in my little town – and here, by the way is the segue… I began to actually understand in words and rational thinking what this thing was inside me that was wanting to come out for so long. It was this woman. And this woman began to dance. I mean, dancing for 2 hours almost every day. And this woman began having revelations, and visions while dancing in the dark with candles – sweating and crying and laughing. And this woman went off to a rave for three days and danced and laughed and sweated – and she saw it was all good.
Considering the number of sources that combine to make the inner being, it makes sense to use a lens of individualism, rather than collectivism, when surveying gender identity throughout the society. That is, if I look at each person as an individual, without a particular connection to societal labels or doctrines, I have a better chance at knowing that true person. I also have a better chance of allowing my body to tell me what the truth is that I am perceiving.
How can we come up with a pristine rational configuration of our selves or others on demand? Well, the answer is – we can’t. Yet society, ‘the man’, our peers – even the ghost in our own internal machine is constantly demanding that we have the identity ‘on their desk by Monday morning’. It’s ridiculous the pressure we put on ourselves and others, to identify. It’s a pressure that comes from foreign programming, a source that isn’t really true. When did this all begin? Well, I could get into beginnings of rational theory, and scientific method, and make some kind of gesture as to how that affected our spiritual selves, but I am not going to. I don’t feel the pressure to ‘prove’ my truth. The process of finding things out through my body / my self as a complex receiving instrument, has proven itself to me already. It is my own truth experiment that I have been hypothesizing and testing my entire life.
Let me make it clear with an example: when I was walking home from school in grade seven and I realized that death was real and it was coming right at me, I froze in my tracks, my body filled with that truth, and I it has remained the same ever since. I can remember the situation, the scene, as if I were an observer outside of my self, still completely visual and clear. I know that at that time, I had been to lots of different Christian churches, but I never was taken with the whole idea. I was already developing my own type of spirituality. Everyone in my family was committed to the church through the process of rituals etc, being accepted by Jesus and so on. Anyway, now whenever I am reminded of the truth of death, my body feels that same feeling. It is an absolute truth, well, as absolute as death can be until one begins to delve into things like transmigration of spirit – but let’s leave that for now.
Just as a reminder, in my last post I referred to this as apophenic, and ex nihilo (out of nowhere) type of knowledge. Those descriptions may conjure quite different things for different people, depending on your familiarity or understanding of them. For me, apophenia is a randomness of discovery that includes a lot of different categories at once. So while someone can exercise their thinking in a way that is linear and have a sort of logical process, apophenia simple takes all the things ‘as themselves’ and derives the meaning from what is self-evident in the moment. Ex nihilo is an old Latin thing and for me it just means that it is something that didn’t exist before, that some of the things that I discover through this learning process I can only describe that way.
Another example of this other type or way of knowledge.
I was working in the mountains in British Columbia in reforestation. One day, I came across a large patch of ground covered with hundreds of plants that I didn’t recognize particularly, but for some reason, I stopped working and began to investigate this plant. I found the roots were all gnarled together in a massive ball that looked a bit like a brain with dirt all intermingled in the rivulets (if you can picture that). You should know also, that I was working in the wilds like this for some time and there is an innate connection that happens, especially when you exert yourself. Just as a side note, the aboriginals from around where I was at the time, used valerian as a topical antiseptic for wounds. (Thompson Okanagan Kootenay area tribes)
Then I recognized the smell of the roots and probably what had caused me to stop in the first place. The plant was valerian, and the root is used for a sedative among other things. After I recognized the smell, I felt almost a kinship with this plant, like it had made this communication with me. It may seem a bit weird if you happen to not be in tune with such things, but believe me there is a truth to this that goes back further than recorded history. I just want to make a quick point to illustrate the kind of knowledge that brings one to understand that the body, our body, many different types of bodies, are like transmitter receivers for knowledge, and the knowledge that is being sent and received is nothing like the kind of rational knowledge that we all deal with daily. We are so caught up in that kind of epistemology, that the vastness of other types of knowledge become invisible. My hope is that I can only inspire someone to begin to journey into that sacred place of your own self, and just let it begin to speak to you. The world around us now tends to indicate that you need to be like this or like that in order to take part in the sacredness of self and knowledge and connection to source etc. The methods of gaining access to sacredness are all tied up in expensive workshops and groups of people who have a myriad of political and financial agendas. I say, go inside the store yourself, and take charge – no one knows that place as well as you. You go in, it wakes and you wake with it. It is the closest thing to magic that I know.
So I ended up saving a ball of the valerian roots, harvested from one of these plants – there were hundreds of the plants all around me, and that one ball of roots lasted me for years. I still use valerian root that I purchase here in the co-op, and it has a special kind of awakening energy for me. It has a sedating quality, and that to me is a generic idea – being sedated. To me the plant is like a dream giving plant. It is like something that connects you to things that you can’t find, can’t connect with but have a deeper urge to do so. This is how I came to think of valerian as a signature (Amorah Quan Yin in one of her books says that the so called ‘signature plants’, come from Sirius.) I think that in the book about Findhorn, there were initially references to signature plants and that the plants had specific spirits or faeries that were in them, like dwellers or guardians. It is also a piece of my story that bears proof in things that I believe, but really cannot prove. I also believe that certain grains are similarly endowed with spirit or maybe you can call them signature plants as well.
Isn’t it interesting that there are truths that we cannot prove, that do not adhere to the concept of faith, yet we know they are true – we have (know)ledge. This is the way that we want to find our true selves, our true gender or subconscious gender as I sometimes think of it. This is how we want to experience our sexuality, in a place beyond any truth that has been programmed or taught to us. This is our sacred journey, right? Are we going to let anything or anyone take that away or diminish it? Let’s not.
curious?
I love women. I have said it before, but I have known I prefer women since I was four years old. yes… I’ve had sexual relationships with men. if you have read any of my erotica, it should be obvious I have no sexual hang-ups or insecurities. I am human. But make NO mistake…I do not apologize nor have any shame that I… love WOMEN. and like a moth to a flame, i attract them. Since I was 12, preteens, to grown women have found me… “absolutely adorable!” [chuckle] it’s cute… at first…
straight woman… yes you… I’m curious… why are you here? I am very in tune with one’s sexuality, and it amazes me how many “straight” women come on to me. I smell their phermones when they hug me… i see what they eyes say as they sit across from me on the Metro Rail… i hear it in their voice when they say “you make the best white mocha / passion fruit tea / caramel macchito / in the world”.
it can be awkward. I’m “prince” shy.
I’m not one to make the first move.
I was an only child for seven years, so I play really well by myself, so I’m not one for idle chit-chatter or entertainment. so eventually one of “you” [no hate...I've learned to embrace] curious…bi…”new” lesbians come into my life… or some other “versatile” womyn’s life, and turn it upside down and inside out. I don’t think you mean to. shit happens.
some of you just want the sex…the touch of a woman…I respect that, but please note, just cause I’m a lesbian doesn’t mean I’m attracted to ALL women. and if you are having sex with a man on a regular basis…that’s an INSTANT turn-off. I’m not “curious”
some of you are these “Femme for Femmes” and that’s cool. but you are the ones befriending our wives and messing up healthy households because you are… “curious”
some of you are really lesbian, and on the DL. you just can’t seem to accept it…and prefer to use the “I’m Me…I’m Private…I Don’t Need Nobody In My Business” psuedo lesbian in the closet cliche. and we lesbians might entertain you for a moment. we are women. emotional. hopeless romantics. we have been there. we understand the struggles. but the moment you start “loving” us & vice versa, you gon’ have to come out Babygirl… I can’t live a lie for you. that’s not fair to me, you, or the bond we’re building. if you say you are down…make sure you know how low you are willing to go. cause it can be lonely coming out that closet, depending on your friends and family’s
reactions. and then you cling to me and suck the life out of me… but I don’t mind… at first… but eventually the honeymoon ends Babygirl and we both had lives before we met. let’s not EVER forget that! k?
i know… you may have had these feelings ALL your life, but never did anything. you used to play house with your lil playmates…maybe your cousins.
you have sex with men and well…you hardly ever have an orgasm…if at all. that brother just ain’t ihitting…licking…it “right”. he doesn’t take you out. he doesn’t read. he’s become a bore. he don’t do shit. he’s not spontaneous. he doesn’t want yo’ travel, and traveling ain’t going to Dallas. and even if he’s the love of your life and you are his wife… you see someone like me, and instantly it just doesn’t matter. you are… “curious”
they say curiosity killed the cat. and in my youth… I did that. however…today I’m on the “life-partner let’s pick out funeral plot shit” because…that’s what people do when they are in a committed relationship. and though I’m just as “curious” as you are… to explore you… get to know you… possibly… well you know…you… you need to know that we… lesbians… are women just like you. don’t play the games. just keep it real from jump, and proceed with caution. we… well I DO NOT specifically “target” you. we are not always trying to “turn you out” if we ask you for lunch or take an interest in who you are. if I invite you to an art show, a jazz club, or for a walk in the park…don’t assume I’m trying to get you to hop fences. can I just be your friend sometimes? honestly… you are the ones who turn a perfectly good friendship into an ugly love affair all because you were “curious.”.
I repeat… I am a woman like YOU. so SHOULD we begin to date…I’m not the “man”. I pay sometime… you pay sometime. I drive sometime. You drive sometime. I like flowers, edible memories, cards, letters, poems, surprise trinkets and gifts… too. that shit you was doing for ya man… yeah… I’m gon’ need some of that too.
and if you say you’re independent and don’t need anything from me…well don’t ask me/expect for too much later. say what you mean and mean what you say. I’m your “girl”… we should be able to talk and keep it real. I’m a woman like you… I got my shit and my priorities… too. respect that… because dating a woman is no different from dating a man. the only difference is the stigma.
relationships are relationships. we all have the same issues. both hetero-sexual and homo-sexual couples fight about the SAME shit… “quality time spent”, “money issues”. “and “commitment/monogamy/infidelity” issues. either I’m not spending enough time with you… I ain’t got not money…
or I think you cheating or you think I’m cheating on you. PERIOD. and since I tend to be a “magnet” for you beautiful “curious” women…I had to let you know what’s up… hence these words.
in addition….I am well aware of my “curious” “supporters.” I get the emails, and messages and I’m flattered really.
Thank You for the kind words, donations, invitations. etc. all I ask is that you understand where I’m coming from. i embrace all women. and I am indeed a feminist. do I wish I could ____ every girl in the world… some days… yes, I do. but I live a different world. and you are always invited. just know what you want should you decide to… cum. around my way…
still curious?
I have one more chapter left to write for my novel… “Intimate Friends” I start editing immediately after. I’m currently selecting music for the soundtrack & audio version of the novel.
I meet with Lovie Olivia on the 1st to discuss the art direction. I have selected Sonya Carr, Marc Furi, & Arnea Williams for my photography needs. Levi will do the design and layout… and I’m almost close to deciding on the book printer. Lastly, Hopefully I haven’t pissed off my producer David too bad and he let’s me finish what I started…
October 2009 -Editing
November 2009 – Design/Layout
December 2009 – Galleys [advance copies] out to press, book reviewers, book clubs, retail & select bloggers.
January 2010 – The official release…
*school started…I wasn’t sure if I was going to sit this semester out to complete this…but decided to take a lighter load instead. I’m doing this all by myself with my family & friends…I have to be realistic…so be ready for 2KX… my team…my crew…are top-notch, and Houston is about to be on everyone’s tongue again…you can bet on that…
out like cassettes,
b
In my diverse students class today we were speaking about differences between student and how we as educators need to be aware of a vast array of backgrounds and cultural identities that may be very different from thier own. The presenters discussed everything from culture to religion and sexual orientation of students and their parents. It was alarming to find out that in some schools children of gay or lesbian couples were asked not to participate in geneology activities. The parents were being discouraged from participating in PTA and other school activities because it might spot light their lifestyle. This was being done for the children’s benefit they were told.
Needless to say the topic caused some great debates on policy and opinion in class. The reason that I bring it up in this forum is that we were given a website for the National Association for Mutilcultural Education. www.nameorg.org This website gives some great resources for educators under their resource center. It actually hosts a quiz that if you answer honestly may examine some of your own hidden biases that you were unaware of. As educators we need to be aware of ourselves and our impact on others.
1. I live vicariously through ‘out’ gays and lesbians (tweet-stalking, anyone?)
2. I’d like to fuck him because maybe that would turn me straight.
3. I’d rather stay in the closet and be a little miserable than come out and break his heart.
4. I’ve been using the label ‘bisexual’ like a condom.
5. My sexuality is a big factor in my suicidal despair.
Speed Dating originated because of a need for a more efficient method of dating. It started in the Jewish community and has spread to the major cities in North America and Europe. Dating candidates may ask a series of questions before they rotate, in a round robin manner every few minutes. The novelty of speed dating has become very popular and this is partly due to the many advantages that can be seen.
It is more efficient and cost effective than going to a bar and hoping to meet somebody. For women it is particularly good as they can feel safe in the knowledge that the environment of the speed dating event is safe.
Bottom line is that it is fun, makes a change from standing in the corner of a bar trying to pluck up the courage to ‘chat someone up’ and it reduces the risk of rejection because the event co-ordinators (that would be us at PinkDate) only match people who have mutually chosen each other.
Tune in tomorrow for another of our scintillating posts… we know it is not yet so interesting you can’t wait to tell everyone that you found us but we’re working on it…
For those of you who missed it tonight, Tim Miller performed his Lay of the Land show at Out North Theatre. Miller pulled inspiration from his own childhood and adult life, wrapping it in with experiences he’s had fighting for equal rights around the country.
At the same time, Miller made sure to draw allusions between the struggles that we’ve gone through with Ordinance 64 and similar fights going on in other communities. He was full of energy, humor, and a sense of awareness about the state of the country that’s quite refreshing. There was a great discussion afterward, as well, where audience members could bring up some of the topics connected with his show, or ask his opinion on things going on in our own community.
I highly recommend catching his show if you can.
Miller will be repeating his performance tomorrow, Saturday, September 19 at 7:30pm at Out North Theater. Check here for ticket information.
Thank you to Tim for your great show, and to Tiffany McClain from Equality Works for helping make it happen!
Tim Miller, Me, and his spirit bear.
a lot of the western world at the moment are having a big debate on same-sex marriage.
my opinion on the controversial topic? maybe i’m a bit bias because i’m bi-sexual, but i really don’t see anything wrong with it!
i’ve always believed that you are born gay and that it is not a choice. just as you were either born a girl or a boy…or of whatever nationality; you had no control over it.
i don’t believe that just because someone is ‘gay’ that they don’t have the right to love. marriage IS about the union of two people, two people who are in love with each other and who want to take their relationship and commitment to the next level.
no one should have that right taken away from them, regardless of whether they are straight or gay.
♥
Ok Tuesday I awoke stressed. Brooke was nauseous. We have different ways to deal with our nerves. We had been waiting for Tuesday for quite some time. Brooke took the day off work and I took most of the day with a half day. Tuesday we went to the doctor. Dr. Patton it appears will be “the guy”. Dr. Patton kind of wierds me out to be honest and didn’t exactly calm my nerves. OHSU is the one sperm bank in Oregon so good thing it’s nearby. I was cranky and irritable and just plain old nervous. When we actually got registered and checked in I was bombarded with just how real this all felt. How close we were to getting all of this done. I wasn’t sure what exactly we were going to be discussing in the first place I just knew it was something we had to do. Well Dr. Patton and his assistant met with us in his nice corner office. With his black leather couch for two practically on top of his desk with binders and displays of the uterus and vagina. I felt like he wanted to talk more about Zupan’s then the process. He kept asking Brooke stupid questions about her job while I just wanted to know what we have to do now to make this damn baby. Finally I pulled it out of him. Brooke got the blood work needed and we filled out all the paperwork to actually get the donor we picked out (known as #6452). We spoke with Dr.Patton for about 45 minutes which I think about 20 minutes was actually about the situation. He told us all about the ovulation testing and that we also need to see a counselor who is a fertility expert. Which the counselor kind of rubs me the wrong way. I don’t feel it’s necessary and I especially don’t like that it is something that we are told to do. If we were able to make babies on our own this would be a non issue. Not only is it something I don’t want to do, it’s one more thing I have to worry about paying for. After we talk to Dr. Patton they move us to another small room(this time no view) with one desk, a computer that we can’t use anyways, 3 chairs, and a phone that isn’t plugged it. At this time we are supposed to read all the information he gave us and fill out the donor paperwork. Throughout this time period 2 other people keep coming back and forth with questions and answers as well as Dr. Patton. At this point I am beyond overwhelmed which makes me more cranky. Somehow we eventually get out of there and all I really want to do is go home and spend time with Brooke. However, Brooke did want to see the ovulation kits and how much they cost. So, at Fred Meyer there are about 6 different kinds to choose from. Another choice that seems so daunting.
So, here we are now. The next step we have to go see a counselor. After that we start using these ovulation tests. When that little test gives us the right result, we call up their office and they set up an appointment for the next day. That day they will stick a little catheter in there and pray those guys from 6452 will find their way to baby making.
A long afternoon turned into a long night and a long day after. It had all started on a sunny day in the park. J had met P and her crew for a couple of pints in the afternoon on Clapham Common. Naturally, they smoked a few joints with their beers as they discussed the last party they’d been to, the next party they were going to, and their favourite subject, girls. J was a straight guy and P was a gay girl and they had a mutual admiration for exactly the same kind of chicks.
J had the hots for a girl called Marie-Anne, a livewire with a fiery temper and an edge of danger. P warned him off, whilst at the same time conceding her attractiveness. “She’s trouble mate. Be warned. No one would ever be enough to keep her happy”.
The afternoon waned, P pulled a wrap of speed from her pocket. They had a dab, bought another round and chatted with increasing rapidity and intensity.
“What you doing later?” P asked.
“Well, I was going to go home, I haven’t got bags of cash at the minute” J replied. “Why what about you?”
“I’ve had an idea. We could got to the Brazilian’s house, they’re having a party. See what bits and bobs are knocking around there. If there’s nothing knocking around, we could go over to Trippy Finn’s across the road.”
“The Brazilian’s? Will there be any straight girls”
“Probably not, but there’ll be pills, so don’t be greedy”.
“Fair enough! Let’s go.”
An hour later they found themselves in a house in Brixton. A group of Brazilian lesbians were tripping on acid. Two of them had walkie talkie head sets on and were talking to each other across the kitchen. The others were swirling around each other, alternating between paranoia and euphoria. A couple of queens were talking in the other room. One had a bag of pills; P, in her usual way, took him off an engaged in heavy negotiation, returning minutes later with “enough to be getting on with”.
A few hours later and the night had taken a new slant. Acid had been imbibed by all; visiting the toilet, J felt an intense shimmering that enveloped his entire perception. Returning downstairs, and sat in the room with the lesbians, he felt like a puppy in a bag of edgy kittens. P had been working on one of the Brazilians, and outside, allegedly, one of the queens had wanked off the other to get hold of his pills. A change of scene was in order.
“Let’s go to see Finn. He’ll have some pills and he’s mental, you’ve got to see his flat”
“Why is he called Trippy Finn?”
“You’ll see”.
They crossed the road and entered the estate. The sun rose, it’s angle rendering the buildings in sharp 2-D, like skyscrapers in a pop-up book. Glancing up at the tower block toward which they were headed, J felt like a supplicant at an Aztec ceremony, about to ascend the ziggurat, ,unknowing of his fate. “Looks like the lift is working, thank god. He’s on the 25th floor.”
Up they went, their strychnine-knotted stomachs dropping as the lift climbed. They entered the flat, and Finn emerged from the gloom. Effectively a heavily tattoed ginger poof, he looked like a camp Celtic goblin. We popped in to the kitchen and layed out a load of pills on the counter. P paid 10 each for 30, she would sell them at 15’s so they could afford to neck a couple straight away, which they did. They smoked a joint with Finn, who giggled and erupted occasionally in to bouts of gobbledigook.
“So Finn”, J asked. “Tell me, why are you called Trippy Finn?”
“Ooooh, ha ha, come and see”, he hissed, reminding J of a gay Gollum, and beckoning him through the hallway to a room in the rear of the flat.
He edged his head gingerly into the room. It was a room with a low futon on the floor. The walls were completely covered in tin foil; fairy lets studded the walls and the ceiling, which was covered in fluorescent stellar stickers. a strobe light flickered on a very slow frequency. J noticed a battered helmet covered in foil stickers resting on a chair.
“Do you want to come in and check it out? ” hissed Finn.
Robert Armani – Circus Bells (Hardfloor Remix)
From Reel Pride
Reel Pride Film Festival – September 16-20, 2009
For 20 years, Reel Pride has worked to increase the awareness of the gay and lesbian community through the exhibition of films and videos exploring gay and lesbian themes at an annual festival in Fresno. Over these years it has grown to become one of the largest gay and lesbian film festivals in the US and a premiere cultural event in Central California.
Join us this September as we celebrate at the historic Tower Theatre and Starline Lounge with the best new LGBT films and the hottest parties around!
Our first event of! the 20th year takes place at the historic Tower Theatre Wednesday September 16th at 7:30pm with the acclaimed film by Kirby Dick “OUTRAGE”. Your opening night ticket provides you with general admission to the film and access to our 20th anniversaryopening night celebration. You’ll enjoy complimentary cocktails and hors d’oeuvres at the gala and dan! ce to the groove-a-licious sounds of DJ Heinz.
But that’s not all… the fun continues with events, stars, parties and movies over the next 5 days as Reel Pride until it finally winds down on Sunday night September 20th with the closing night screening of “Edie & Thea: A Very Long Engagement.”
Don’t miss a moment of the fun and excitement! Purchase tickets online at www.reelpride.com or purchase your festival passes and tickets at our Box Office located at 1211 N. Wishon Avenue (at Olive Avenue). You can also come by to pick up a program and learn more about the films, ! stars, filmmakers and parties planned for 2009!
Come out and help us celebrate 20 years!
September 16th:
Outrage at Tower Theatre @ 7:30pm
September 17th:
Awakenings – Shorts Program at Starline @ 5:30pm.
Spotlight Presentation &ndash Baby Formula at Tower Theatre @ 6pm.
Patrik Age 1.5 at Tower Theatre @ 8pm.
September 18th:
Hannah Free at Tower Theatre @ 6pm.
Big Gay Musical at Tower Theatre @ 8:30pm
September 19th:
12:00pm Boy’s Shorts Program – Tower.
12:30pm Night Fliers – Starline.
2:30pm Fun in Girls Shorts – Tower.
3:30pm College Boys Live – Starline.
5:00pm Fruit Fly – Tower.
8:00pm And Then Came Lola – Tower.
10:15pm Shank – Tower.
September 20th:
1:00pm Prodigal Sons – Tower.
3:00pm Ferron: Girl on a Road – Tower.
3:00pm Redwoods – Starline.
5:00pm Straightlaced: How Gender;s Got Us All Tied Up – Starline.
5:00pm The Man Who Loved Yngve – Tower.
8:00pm Edie and Thea: A Very Long Engagement – Tower.
King …I mean Queen Latifah was Spotted at a gay club in NYC….whats the big deal??
The press has had a field day behind the appearance of female rapper Queen Latifah in a gay club in NYC. As Femme has said before, Queen Latifah is engaged to a woman and is a part of the LGBT community whether she says it outwardly to the media or not. Im not sure what the big suprise is but I hope the media gets over it soon! Inside sources say that Latifah nas neither confirmed nor denied the allegations.
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When i left Colorado after my first trip out there, i was filled with love and sadness. i felt fulfilled, yet empty. It was definitely bittersweet for me. As He drove me to the airport, we discussed the future of our relationship. i agreed to be His and L’s girlfriend and we “shook” on it. We also discussed the requirements and rules that i would be under should i decide to ask to continue to wear His collar.
Basically the rules applied to my sex life. He was gracious enough to allow me to still continue to have anal sex with other men, as He knew that giving that up would be a HUGE sacrifice for me. But there were rules governing such actions. i was not allowed to engage in anal play with anyone bigger than Him, and i was not allowed to have rough anal sex with anyone other than Him. i also had to ask before i had sex with any other man, and if i wanted to go out of town to see someone or if someone wanted to come into town to see me, it was fine as long as He was my priority. i also had to agree to see Him and L once a month.
As we got closer to the airport, i thought about these new rules. They really didn’t seem all that bad or hard to follow. i would have to get used to asking to have sex with other men, but i was sure it was something that i could handle, as long as He said yes often. When we approached the airport, He stopped in the 45-minute parking lot and parked the car. He motioned for me to come and sit in His lap and i did. i asked Him if He was happy and He said that He was “immensely” happy but that He was also very sad. i asked why and He said that He did not want me to go, and i heard His voice crack a little. i gave Him a big hug and kiss and held on tight. After a long hug, He looked around and we debated whether we could get away with me orally pleasing Him before my flight. After a good laugh in that regard, He said that we needed to get going and i crawled back over to my seat.
When we reached the airport, He helped me get my bags out and i stood by the open passenger door and waited for Him to hug me goodbye. As He approached me, i asked Him if i needed to take “that” and motioned towards His small silver collar. He stated that i had not asked for it yet and i stuttered a little bit. He instructed me to say “Sir, may i please wear Your collar?” and after a couple of tries stumbling over my words, i asked properly and correctly. He proudly took it and placed it around my neck and fastened it with the lock. He gave me a huge hug and kiss and picked me up and i wrapped my legs around Him. He then turned and smashed me up against the car and kissed me passionately. The bell hops at the curbside check-in booths clapped and whistled. He turned around and said “Thank you” to them and put me down.
As i made my way through the airport i couldn’t help but smile. i knew that something special had just happened, and i had a feeling that my life would never be the same.
And it wasn’t.
My first week as His subbie was blissful. He called me every day, and our chats got stronger and closer. I began to write a story about my trip out there and our time together. It was very long and detailed, and He loved it, which made my heart soar with pride and satisfaction.
That next weekend He had a friend come in town for a visit, and gave me permission to have sex with His friend on Friday night. The next day, we had a long and intense conversation. The only problem is that i was stuck without a ride home and ended up on the other side of town with some friends.
That next day, i woke up to a text from Master saying that He did not wish to speak to me until He had calmed down. This sent my heart slamming into the floor. For the next 10 hours or so, i stressed, worried, cried and was absolutely terrified of losing His love and affection and just as importantly, His collar.
Later that evening, He called and we discussed the issue. i had stated the day previously that i would come home and get on the webcam for Him and L, yet i had ended up all over town at the mercy of others and not gotten home until almost daylight, therefore disregarding what i had stated that i would do.
The entire day taught me more about submission, TRUE submission, than probably anything else. i learned just how emotionally invested i was in Him and L. i learned to never say that i was going to do something without the full intention of following it through. i also learned how much His collar meant to me. i knew that i wanted it very badly when i left the airport the week before, but i never really understood why. and i still didn’t. But i knew that having to take it off, and lose that significance and honor was devastating to me.
The next week was even better than the first. And my first time of actually “asking” permission rather than just being told that i had permission came about. The husband of another couple that has been trying to meet with me contacted me and wanted to meet up. They already knew about His collar, and who my Dom was. And they were not only fine with it, but extremely respectful of it. Master gave me permission to play with them but on the condition that i finish my story about Him and L. i eagerly agreed.
Three days seemed like plenty of time to finish my story, but due to work, kids and the complexity and length of the story, i was only able to finish day 1 before the scheduled time that i was supposed to meet the other couple for my date.
i sent the story to Master and explained that i had finished day 1. i got a hard lesson that night. While i went ahead and got ready, He began to text me and asked me what my offer of compromise was to Him for not fulfilling my task. i offered up two options, one was to skip my friend’s birthday celebration afterwards, and another was to abstain from sex until i saw Master again.
He chose option 2 and i smiled happily and began to dress for my date. Within a few seconds, my phone alerted me that i had a new text and i opened the message. It was from Master, and it said, “To be clear, abstaining includes tonight.”
my entire world suddenly crashed down around me. i immediately began to well up with tears of sadness and began to shake from frustration. i did not know how to feel. i was greatly saddened, not because i could not have sex with the other couple, but because i suddenly had to face the harsh reality of accepting a punishment for the first time. It was hard. One of the hardest things i have had to swallow, suck up and force myself through. my stubborn side welled up in me, and i began to wonder if this was really worth it. Master was texting me, telling me that He loved me and that His punishment came from love, and with each text i became more and more emotional. i knew that He meant what He said, but i had not fully adjusted to the concept yet. i was an emotional wreck when i got to the couple’s house, but they were kind and understanding and patient and respectful. They understood my situation and it ended up not being as big of a deal as i had originally thought it to be when i first received Master’s order.
i left that couple’s house and called Master and eagerly reported that not only had i followed His orders, but that i had realized that He was gracious enough to let me see them despite the new restrictions that He had put on me. i spoke to L, and she sympathized with my plight, as she herself had been in my shoes many, many times before. Talking to her was extremely therapeutic for me. It was extremely comforting to have her, to know that she understood, and to have her insight to this new role i was in. Without her i am sure that i would not have been able to make it as far as i am today.
Those first two weeks were hard. Very hard. i went from being free and independent to being emotionally vulnerable and under the rule and reign of another. And even though i struggled and stumbled along the way, i made it through and learned very quickly the true meaning of being a submissive. It was not just bondage and collars and sex, it was respect and love and truly allowing someone else to make decisions for you based on a mutual trust and honor that reached beyond anything i had ever felt before. And i was even more determined than ever to take my role seriously, and not to disappoint Master anymore. I wanted more than ever and more than anything in the world to make my Master proud of me.
The recent Bilerico post by TG poster girl Monica Helms was followed by the usual round of comments. Tobi Hill-Meyer is a rather nice person who goes by the genderqueer label, and I’ve never seen her engaging in the kind of attacks that the hardcore TG types do on a regular basis. So my post is not aimed at her, and I am not trying to target her in any way. I would like, however, to point something out to her and other people that associate with the hardcore transgender.
The problem with the “umbrella” model is that when it consists of many people shoved together against their will, and leaders that arise (self-appointed usually) do not represent the interests of all the people. You can ignore the situation only so long as what the self-appointed “leaders” do is not too objectionable. As we know, the TG have long since passed that point with transsexual-born people, and now are moving to encompass more.
Tobi says:
Second of all, it shouldn’t matter. If you think Monica is attacking you, you’re not going to deem her a representative of all African Americans and announce that African Americans are attacking you, right? You’re not going to say she represents all lesbians and announce that lesbians are attacking you, right? So why is it appropriate to deem her a representative of all non-ops and announce that non-ops are attacking you?
That’s prejudice 101. When a person from another group wrongs you, it doesn’t mean all people from that group will act similarly.
Where are all the non-ops and genderqueers? Some of them are defending you, right here, even before you arrived. But most of them aren’t reading Bilerico, living their lives, and could care less about what someone on the internet said.
I think this is a misunderstanding. What I was trying to communicate to her is that when a group remains silent, people WILL speak for you. Whether it is whites for silent oppressed African-Americans though the complete domination of the culture and country, or transgenders speaking for people with birth defects.
The point being missed is that when the leadership of a group speaks, it is the voice of the group itself. It doesn’t matter that not every single TG out there may not agree. What matters is that the dominant voices speak, and the silence of the rest is taken as tacit agreement by the public.
When you remain silent in this situation, the words of the TG “leaders” are your words. They go on television to speak for you while you are off the internet, living your lives. They write on mainstream blogs, and in newspapers to “educate” the public about you. They show up in court to litigate cases that affect your rights. They speak to doctors and psychiatrists and tell them who you are. This isn’t the harmless internet exercise that you seem to think.
There is no genderqueer to the public. You are TG to them, the same as all the full-time fetishists and weekend crossdressing het males who show up on talk shows with their wives. TG has swallowed your identity, and you have no voice.
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Despite what Tobi believes to be defense of me and my position, as gays, lesbians, and genderqueer, she and they can’t possibly know what my position is without asking me or other transsexual-born people. To think otherwise is appropriation. Defending the right to “stealth” is an insult. Why do all these people, interlopers really, feel they get to have an opinion in the first place?
This is why transsexual-born people must speak for ourselves, with no “help” from outsiders like the TG. Talking about “stealth” as if it is a real concept is not something a friend would do. And nobody there will ever admit that we are different by birth.
The GLBT needs to understand that we are not obligated to them. We are simply women who were born with a birth defect. That does not give their TG component the right to speak for us. And it certainly doesn’t give them the right to tell us who we are, or how to live our lives.
Bilerico has a habit of placing self-declared non-women in the role of speaking for women. And when women protest, their comments are edited out as “insulting”. This is a startling display of misogyny, but it is commonplace for this gay-centered blog. Is this the brave, new Glbt?
To Tobi and all the others who identify as genderqueer, I am saying this only as a bit of advice from experience, not as a criticism or attack. If you don’t want the TG “leaders” speaking for you, you’d better speak for yourselves. Loudly and often.
I am a huge fan of the pumpkin spice latte (PSL).
God love the abbrev.
There is nothing better than the autumnal spicy deliciousness that is the PSL with whip. N.B. if you don’t get whip on your PSL, you are a little bitch. Suck it up and consume the extra 30 calories. Its not that bad for you and it makes the drink 349857349 times better. And if you are a S$$ barista reading this, don’t FUCKING JUDGE ME when I ask for skim milk and whip. If you’re nice to me, I will tip you generously. So don’t judge. Don’t. Judge.
Look at this guy!
Even though it’s not QUITE fall in the lovely metropolis of DC, we’ve had gloriously cool weather for the past week and I have already had roughly 7 PSLs. They are a great accompaniment to studying for everything from the LSAT to international finance to reading about non-violence theory and practice (strange combo, I know).
The only thing that will make PSL consumption even better is when S$$ switches to their seasonal cups. I love the festive red cups and cardboard sleeves that come in blue and green (green is the best. don’t argue with me on this), even if I suffer severe depression after the holidays when they go back to the plain boring white cups. I still can not wait feel in the SPIRIT OF THE SEASON, which can only happen for me once they change the freaking cups.
Look at THIS guy!
I am helping my daughter so a research project this morning. She had to write about a cause of her choice. Any regular readers of my blog would be able to guess what cause she would choose. Yes! That’s right. She is writing about many of the ways that same sex couples are discriminated against in our country. (I will share her report once she finishes it). Our kids are very much behind supporting gay rights. They see how DOMA affects their family first hand.
Here are just a few of the 1138 reasons:
To see the other 1129 rights, and to read stories from people whose lives have been dramatically affected by not having the same legal protections as hetero couples, check out the Equality Matters website.
In other good news!! A DOMA Repeal Bill is coming next week.
Quote: President Barack Obama supported full repeal of the legislation as a candidate and has reiterated that support in the White House. “I believe it’s discriminatory, I think it interferes with states’ rights, and we will work with Congress to overturn it,” Obama said of the 1996 law during an Oval Office signing ceremony in June.
It is definitely time to dump DOMA!
Will You Look At These Beautiful Big Butts
We had a little getty, the whole crew was kicking it watching animals and Jacko, but the main event was the pair of beauties taking over with their SPECIAL FEATURES, Alexis Breeze and Isis Taylor, enough said!!! I know, I don’t have to keep going but I will, these girls freak the shit out of Carlo and Shaggy, themselves, and they leave the rest of the crew crunk on that ass!! I may sound like i’m talking smack but like I said, Alexis Breeze and Isis Taylor, too much ass for anybody to withstand without catching a freak out. Round asses, booty shaking, bouncing, and there’s a special trick these two pull out with a long dildo, I won’t tell you, watch it! Join here!
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Tequila, 27, signed a citizen’s arrest warrant, charging Merriman with battery and false imprisonment, San Diego County Sheriff’s Lt. Gary Steadman said.
Both are felonies.
Deputies responded about 3:45 a.m. to Merriman’s house in Poway, north of San Diego, after a woman called to say she was choked by the player and thrown to the ground when she tried to leave, Sheriff’s Department spokesman Jan Caldwell said at a news conference.
Merriman’s attorney, Todd Macaluso, disputed Tequila’s story and said he’s confident Merriman won’t be charged by the District Attorney’s Office.
“There was absolutely no wrongdoing on the part of Mr. Merriman,” Macaluso told The Associated Press by phone. “He essentially was doing what was appropriate under the circumstances in trying to protect the safety of Miss Tequila. There were numerous eyewitnesses that will support his version of the events that transpired at his home.”
Merriman, 25, was taken into custody and booked into the central jail at about 8:30 a.m. He was released shortly after 11 a.m.
Merriman didn’t return two e-mails seeking comment. His agent, Tom Condon, said he hadn’t heard about the arrest when contacted by The Associated Press.
There had been considerable Twitter chatter between Tequila and Merriman during the last two months. She tweeted several times about going to the Chargers’ game Friday night and a party she held afterward at a downtown club, including:
_ “Im the Head Cheerleader Prom Queen and (at)shawnemerriman is the Prom King! hahaha! LETS GOOO! LIGHTS OUT! SAN DIEGO I WILL SEE U TOMORROW!”
Merriman was the 12th overall pick out of Maryland in the 2005 draft, and had 39 1/2 sacks in his first three seasons. The three-time Pro Bowl selection has been getting back into shape after missing nearly all of last season following knee surgery.
The Chargers, picked by some as Super Bowl favorites, open the regular season a week from Monday night at Oakland. Players had been off since after Friday night’s exhibition finale against San Francisco. They are due back at practice on Monday.
“It’s disappointing to hear about the issue involving Shawne Merriman,” Chargers general manager A.J. Smith said in statement. “We’ll continue to monitor the situation and let the legal process run its course.”
Smith didn’t return a call seeking further comment.
Smith often speaks of signing “character” players, yet the Chargers have had their share of embarrassing off-field problems in recent seasons.
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This is for both sexes: I want to know what you would want to do to me in a sexual situation.Would you be gentile?Rough?Involve your friends? Tell me a little to spice up my sex life.The truth is I get off on people getting off on me so tell me where you would want me, In private, In public, a dungeon i don’t care.Which holes would you take advantage of?What devices would you use on me?Tell me, tell me, tell me!
mmm. I can’t wait for your response.Leave it in my comments!Tell me if you are male or female.
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Hits From The Bong, Dicked By The SchlongSadie’s going to show you how she rolls. First we drive to San Diego to check out her crib. You’ll meet her cats, see her place and watch her take a massive hit from her six foot bong. Afterwards, Keiran gives her a couple of hits from his dong. In fact, they fuck three times! The bedroom, the bathr…More!
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Amber slipped into the darkened room before locking the door. She fumbled along the expanse of wall to the left, squinting as she snapped the light on before gasping. Alicia was home; sprawled on her bed, fast asleep, the duvet having slipped to the side to reveal a creamy breast, with her coffee coloured nipple erect.
‘Don’t look’ she chastised herself, before rushing into their en-suite bathroom. Deep breaths. Cold water. Breathe. It was always the same when she caught a glimpse of her forbidden fruit, she couldn’t think clearly, her head filled with thoughts of crushing her naked body against…STOP. This was not helping.
Yanking off her clothes and dumping them in the laundry Amber flicked the light back off and shuffled across the dark room to her bed. Amber couldn’t help but wonder if her beautiful room mate knew the turmoil she put her through. As she settled down to sleep her body tensed, and her pussy started to ache as a long sleepy moan escaped Alicia’s lips as she slept.
Slipping a curious hand down to her throbbing pussy she realised that like most nights, she was already wet. As she rubbed her fingers slowly over her clit, technicolour fantasies began flashing through her brain: their tongues colliding; tearing each others clothes off; wrapping her lips around Alicia’s delicious coffee coloured nipples; in bed with tangled limbs. It would never happen, Alicia was straight. Although until she’s met Alicia, she would have classed herself as straight too…
Just where is Uruguay???
About two weeks ago I saw a story that really made me proud to be a human being, while at the same time making me feel ashamed at being an American. The story surrounds some legal developments in the small country of Uruguay. For those not familiar with the country, here’s the wiki:
Uruguay, officially the Oriental Republic of Uruguay, is a country located in the southeastern part of South America. It is home to 3.46 million people, of whom 1.7 million live in the capital Montevideo and its metropolitan area. An estimated 88-94% of the population are of mostly European and/or mixed descent.
Uruguay’s only land border is with Rio Grande do Sul, Brazil, to the north. To the west lies the Uruguay River, to the southwest lies the estuary of Río de la Plata, with Argentina only a short commute across the banks of either of these bodies of water, while to the southeast lies the South Atlantic Ocean. Uruguay is the second smallest country in South America, larger only than Suriname.
Colonia del Sacramento, Uruguay’s oldest European settlement, was founded by the Portuguese in 1680. Montevideo was founded by the Spanish in the early 18th century as a military stronghold. Uruguay won its independence in 1825-1828 following a three-way struggle between Spain, Argentina and Brazil. It is a constitutional democracy, where the president fulfills the roles of both head of state and head of government.
The economy is largely based on agriculture (making up 10% of GDP and the most substantial export) and the state sector. According to Transparency International, Uruguay is the least corrupt country in Latin America (along with Chile), with its political and labor conditions being among the freest on the continent.
Uruguay is one of the most economically developed countries in Latin America, with a high GDP per capita and the 47th highest quality of life in the world. It was the first Latin American country to legalize same and different sex civil unions at a national level in the year 2007.
The story surrounds an important development in rights of homosexuals around the world: setting into law the fact that same-sex couples can (and are protected by law) adopt children.
Uruguay, like the United States, is a secular country with a firm division between the church and state. As many in the US attempt to tear down that division and impose their own “superior” morals on others, it’s very refreshing to see a country with similar ideas making a public declaration about what is a family unit and that same-sex couples have the same parenting rights as hetero couples.
The United States needs to wake up and join the rest of the world in the twenty-first century. The antiquated Puritan values that many hold has done nothing but stifle the development of its population and created a lazy nation. If the United States is to return to its place as the “Greatest Nation on Earth,” it needs to pick itself up by the bootstraps and make the hard changes that will allow itself to do so.
These include:
If these things can happen… then America will be great.
Here is a wonderfully challenging initiatory test for a potential submissive.
*signage*
It’s more difficult than it seems, and when instructed to use permanent marker, the initiate must exercise extreme concentration in order to end up with a pleasing result.
It really shows a level of enthusiasm, and how willing (or not) they will be to focus in future exchanges. Intense focus & positive attitude is everything, is it not?
Well, it’s a gentle way to begin, at least.
A part of the Lutheran church, the ECLA, appears to have gone the same way as a branch of the Anglicans (Episcopalians) by voting last month for homosexuals to be allowed to practice homosexuality within the church and still function as pastors, etc. as long as they are committed to life-long monogomous relationships.
Here are the actual points as they were voted:
2. “Resolved, that the ELCA commit itself to finding ways to allow congregations that choose to do so to recognize, support, and hold publicly accountable, lifelong, monogamous, same-gender relationships.” Approved with 61 percent of the vote.
3. “Resolved, that the ELCA commit itself to finding a way for people in such publicly accountable, lifelong, monogamous, same-gender relationships to serve as rostered leaders of this church.” Approved with 55 percent of the vote.
4. And that the church will respect the bound consciences of those who disagree; affirm “structured flexibility” in candidacy decisions and the extending of calls; eliminate the prohibition of rostered service for those members who are in publicly accountable, lifelong, monogamous, same-gender relationship; development of appropriate guidelines and amendments; to trust established process and those entrusted to carry them out. Approved with 68 percent of the vote.
John Piper at his Desiringgod.org site reports that, curiously, on the day of voting a tornado appeared and seemed to have damaged a bit of the building where everything was taking place. Although I don’t think every tornado out there is God’s judgement or an act of God, something about this particular one is very peculiar.
That aside, I just don’t understand why loving gay people means that I should accept their sexual life as approved by God? If practicing homosexuality is a sin, then it is the same as lying, for example, and are we suddenly not able to love someone if they’re perpetual liars? And are we unloving towards them for calling what they are doing morally wrong and hurtful to themselves and others?
Surely the whole point of Jesus saying we should love each other and our neighbour is that we love DESPITE what people do rather than because of what they do? But the argument for homosexuality here is saying “love me because of what I do, because this is who I am”.
I don’t love anyone like that, not even myself. If I did then it wouldn’t be unconditional love, would it? It would be quite conditional. And Jesus exhorts us to love unconditionally.
I have to love myself despite all the sins I do both to myself and others. That’s what unconditional love is. So if I say “practicing homosexuality is a sin” is that the same as saying “I hate you?” Of course not. But yet that’s what I keep hear people saying and I’m getting upset about it because it really makes no sense whatsoever.
Since when does someone’s particular struggle in life line up with their identity, especially since the identity of Christian’s is found in Christ – not in our struggles but in God Himself? Alcoholics are struggling with alcohol, they weren’t born alcoholics but may have had numerous things happen to them which caused them to make certain decisions that made them addicted to alcohol. So what? We all have our own struggles. In God we can deal with them.
Fortunately for me I know a few gay people now and almost every single one of them are very suspicious over my motives when I love them and treat them the same as everyone else. They seem to find it difficult to relate to me and as a result I just don’t seem to be able to strike up good friendships with them, even though I’m trying.
It seems to me that they don’t seem to understand that when I openly say “having sex with the same gender is a sin” I am not saying “I hate you and you’re going to hell.” Why the heck would it?
Sometimes it even feels as if I’m having the eyes of judgement from others on me, that there is a self-righteousness that says, “hey, I accept homosexual sex as accepted by God. I’m WAY more righteous than you bro.”
Some people seem to think that if you are saying that homosexuality is a sin like lying then we’re calling homosexuals liars and robbers and thieves, which is unfair. To be honest, I’m a liar and robber and thief too but Jesus died for my sins so that I can die to them and live for Him. We’re ALL liars and robbers and thieves, didn’t anyone read Romans 3? Hasn’t someone missed the whole point here?
The unfortunate thing is once the Lutheran church has made this step it becomes incredibly difficult to undo it. They should rather have sought to be strict about their disciplinary methods, perhaps, ensuring these were more loving and gentle and reconciliatory.
The word lesbian can mean a woman’s identity, desire, or activity between women.
Kung bakit ba kasi naimbento ang mga identitiy-crisis gender na yan.
Actually noon pa problema ng mga tao ang Bisexuals eh.Pasaway sila.porke’t binigyan ng democracy ang lahat ng tao ng karapatan,eh inabuso naman.
Yeah,it’s good na magpakatotoo sa sarili pero this is very crazy.Hindi niyo ba iniisip ang mga parents mo?Ano ang sasabihin nila kung malaman nila na ang pinalaki nilang daughter ay may gusto sa babae?
Hindi ka ba natatakot kay God?Hindi mo ba naisip na sa mga ginagawa mo,pinapamukha mo sa kanya na mas magaling ka pa sa Kanya.Parang sinabi mo na rin na “YO! mali ka naman eh! Dapat lalaki ako! bakit mo ako binigyan ng fallopian tube!”
Hindi ako nagmamalinis.Oo,makasalanan din ako.At alam kong hindi ko pwedeng husgahan ang mga katulad ninyo.Tao rin ako.Pero tao ako,gusto kong punahin at sabihin sa inyo na hindi tama ang ginagawa niyo.Bawat isa sa atin may nakalaang landas na tatahakin at sa tingin ko,ang Bisexuality ay isang landas na di dapat tahakin.
Pero tulad nga ng sinabi ng mommy ko,hindi aksidente ang mga bagay.Siguro may plano ang diyos kung bakit ngayon ay ganyan ka,or kung bakit ganyan ang ginagawa mo.Siguro sa huli may better plans ang God para sayo.
Naniniwala ako na hindi ka habang buhay na ganyan.Naniniwala ako na sa muling pagkikita natin ay babaguhin ka ng panahon at ng mga lessons na matututunan mo along the road.
(ang dami kong nalalaman kapag bitter!)
It looks as though there are now two opportunities to enjoy some local GLBT-friendly theater in Anchorage.
Dog Sees God
First, I became aware of this play after I saw an article on Bent Alaska. Out North Theater will be holding performances of Dog Sees God: Confessions of a Teenage Blockhead. From the Out North page:
When CB’s dog dies from rabies, CB begins to question the existence of an afterlife. But a chance meeting with an artistic kid offers CB peace of mind and sets in motion a friendship that will push teen angst to the very limits. Drug use, suicide, eating disorders, teen violence, rebellion and sexual identity collide and careen toward an ending that’s both haunting and hopeful.
The show will run from September 4 – 13, and tickets are $15 at the door or $14.50 online (includes ticketing fees).
Next, Equality Works is hosting a performance of Lay of the Land, also playing at the Out North Theater on Friday, September 18, 7:30pm – 10:00pm. From the Equality Works event page on facebook:
Are you feeling drained after this summer’s activities surrounding AO 64 and searching for a way to re-energize your political and emotional batteries? Are you simply in need of a laugh after months of high drama?
Lay of the Land
If so, you should join us at Out North for a presentation of performance artist’s Tim Miller’s “Lay of the Land,” a show that explores the current state of the Queer Union with sharp insight and humor, and deftly taps into the emotional experience of what it’s like to be “perpetually on trial, on the ballot, and on the menu.” Miller has been closely following the public hearings surrounding AO 64, the Assembly’s 7-4 vote, and the ensuing veto and he is looking forward to a post-show discussion with all of you. Let’s give him a big Anchorage welcome!
Tickets are $20.00 (plus 1.25 if you buy online)
Students get in for $10.00 at the door with i.d.!!!
We’re planning on going to see both of these shows, and you should too. Supporting intelligent local performances isn’t just good for you, it’s good for the whole community. Plus, both of these plays sound like they’ll be good.
On a personal note, if you should find yourself with the opportunity to go see The Lion King while it’s still in town, we’d highly recommend it. Wow.
