Two for the road

Ordinarily I don’t like to just leave a link to a news article without really expanding on it by adding my own thoughts, but I don’t have much time right now and I really wanted to put these out there:

1) Totally Gay Happy Meals/It is the end of the nutball Christian right. Here is your proof. To go

A sharply-written (and delightfully snarky) article about how the Religious Right has lost its power over America because the public has been bored with them for some time now.

2) McCain’s Problem: Not Age, but Condition

An article by Alec Baldwin for the Huffington Post with a very rational and appropriate warning not to alienate our elders by labeling John McCain as simply “old.”

Read and discuss. I’ll be back. (Coming up next – probably – all about the most interesting rehearsal process I have ever experienced, and some shameless personal promotion for the play I’m acting in…)

These Happy Days Are Yours And Mine

California Supreme Court overturns gay marriage ban

The good news is piling up fast around here. Case in point: California courts declared that a ban on gay marriage is illegal. This post comes a couple days after the actual news, and I can’t really say anything poetic about it all, even though I want to, but you must understand that this makes me really happy. Super-happy. Not because I’m gay and unmarried (I am neither), but it’s kind of a point of shame for me that our country still thinks that gay folks are second-class citizens. Other countries have legalized it. We haven’t. In fact, in some of our states here in the USA, marriage between a man and a man or a woman and a woman is constitutionally forbidden. That means permanently no-no. And while I am not a member of the oppressed party, the oppression appalls me.

So, when I heard that my home state has decided that discrimination of this sort is – yes – unconstitutional, I felt a massive surge of pride run through my veins. I felt the same pride about Massachusetts, because I lived there for one year. But one year does not compare to the 23 years I spent living in California. That’s 23 times more joy and relief and hopefulness for the future that I’m getting right now. Rock on, California!

Unfortunately, I also cannot help but remain somewhat cynical. I know our country pretty well, and I think there will be some trouble down the road because of this (this being an election year and all). And there has been a rather strong response from both sides of the debate. But I’m not going to bother with all that just yet. Fuck it all for now. For now, I’m just going to enjoy it. Hooray, progress!

The Other Patron Saint

You know what’s really bad? I recognized most of the people in this video. I’m not quite sure I should have admitted that to you.

I Went To The Gay Pride Parade and Then My Fingernail Fell Off

I went down to the gay pride parade today. In the smallest way, I felt like a sellout, in that I was technically only there to promote the show that Devon is working on, which I can’t honestly recommend anyone go see. However, I never actually said the words, “Please come see the show,” or anything like that. And I wanted to see the parade. I handed out beads, for the most part. Some of the time I handed out two-for-one coupons to the show. (Again, I never actually encouraged anyone to go see the show. I just handed them the coupons. What they do with those coupons is totally up to them. They can wipe their ass with them for all I care…but they were made of sharp, rigid plastic, so I can’t recommend that either.)
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Planet Unicorn

Best. Animation. Ever.

Reality Television, The Rebirth Of

A while back I wrote about my frustration with television, specifically citing reality television as the major target:

Despite the premonition of disaster I felt when Survivor hit the airwaves seven years ago, I feel like I gave the genre a fair run…And naturally, like any good gay man, I’ve had a torrid love affair with the gold and frankincense of the Bravo reality show lineup: Project Runway and Top Chef.

Before I say anything further, I urge you not to lose heart, gentle readers, for I fought the good fight. I even sat out the entire season of Top Design in protest, despite the total dearth of fresh conversation material between my mother and myself. And oh, how I tried to fight off this latest show. Well, I’m here to say that a new dawn has broken, and Top Chef has officially been downgraded to myrrh status. Really, who am I to criticize the nucleus of quality homo programming? We all knew I couldn’t stay away. I’m a little late, but I’ll catch up.

Thoughts for the moment:

1.) Theodore made me realize that swishy men aren’t irritating if they have substance and aren’t completely superficial, plus it helps if they’re super cute. And of course, the first episode I watch is the one where he gets eliminated. Dammit.

2.) Tabatha is totally the Laura of the show, and therefore I adore her. I also love the head-to-toe black, the cool rings, the Lagerfeld-white hair, and the exotic cat-eyes. Really, she looks like she stepped straight out of an episode of Inuyasha.

3.) Danna’s accent is my single favorite thing about this show, especially the way she pronounces the word “hair”. Seriously, if any of you out there are from South Africa, please call me up and just talk to me for an hour or so — your accent is hot.

4.) The editors have told us to hate Tyson. I think. Also, it’s fitting that there’s so much sabre-rattling between he and Tabatha since they totally look like siblings. Love.

That’s it for now — my TiVo is on pause.

WWBD?

Beth Ditto, lead singer of The Gossip, is seriously one of my favorite people in the world. And she has her own column now! Drop everything and go.

Starstruck

Last night I headed out to Silverlake for the Ian Harvie Show at El Cid. Come on — Margaret Cho, Ian Harvie, and Jeffery Sebelia all in one place at one time? Hit it.
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Oh, For Cripes Sake

I’ve been a longtime fan of Prairie Home Companion and its creator, Garrison Keillor, so naturally I was excited to read his latest piece on Salon.com, entitled Stating the Obvious, in which he illustrated his rather traditional family values (three words that send chills up my spine, incidentally) in his typical deadpan, Midwestern style. Unfortunately, it’s terribly difficult to wax eloquent about the good old days without appearing painfully self-righteous, particularly when your own lifestyle doesn’t seem to sync up with the lofty moral structure you describe. And heaven help you if, when speaking about gay marriage, you not only fail to speak of it in the most glowing of terms, but also throw in some handy queer stereotypes while you’re at it. Six, to be exact.
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