Wednesday, November 26, 2008
I think I've finally had it with "leaders".
I started this blog because of my utter devotion to Hillary Clinton.
Well, I was summoned to Denver to meet her "people". Upon taking one look at me they knew there was no way I was going to be the one who introduced her at the Convention. You see, three of us were up for the gig.
They chose some 21 yr old white Mormon twink of a boy.
In Hillary's world they wanted to make sure that they didn't look abnormal to America.
I, with my curly hair, in between skin color and indeterminate racial features just didn't look like America to them.The beat down Guccis didn't help.
Lose primaries much?
I'm just asking.
Recently the "leaders" of the gay community failed miserably in their efforts to stop Prop 8 from passing.
I could have told them that Negroes wasn't voting for fags to get married.
But. They didn't ask me.
Lose initiative battles much?
We have so many "leaders" these days. Al Sharpton, Jesse Jackson, etc., are "leaders".
Or so the white mainstream media tell us so.
Gloria Steinam and Bella Abzug? Leaders. And one of them is dead.
Billy Jean King and Ellen? Leaders. No offense, but Ellen is a talk show host.
Well, our "leaders" from the temple at Gay Hq aka the LGBT Center of Los Angeles (ok, which is HQ now? L.A. or SF? Am I to bow to the south or to the north. Actually while I'm bowing they can both lick my flabby yellow butt cheeks) decided to have a "virtual townhall" the other nite.
OOOOOHHHHHHH how 2006 1/2 of you.
Ok, these boring old twats left their mid-century homes just long enough to run down to H-Wood and hold a virtual meeting that left out MAC users.
I think MAC users are also vegetarians but even I wouldn't have left them out of the meeting.
These pensioners didn't stop to think about all the online moaning they would do?
Of course, they also didn't ask me about the whole "black thing" either.
That's French for Idiot Fucks.
We had our little rally here in The LV. Quite a nice turnout, by the by. It was totally grassroots led by our own Candace Nichols at the Las Vegas LGBT Center. She pulled it off in 3 days with NO money and managed to get over 1500 people to come out on a Saturday afternoon in a town with NO West Hollywood/Chelsea/The Castro/Boystown, etc., AND made the national news when funny lady Wanda Sykes chose the moment to get up on stage and publicly "out" herself!
Well, the rally planned by our "leaders" downtown got about 40 people.
I'm just sayin'.
Then our local rag , CityLife, took her to task for not following the "leaders" directives as if she/we somehow undermined the "leaders" efforts.
While you're choking on mi pinga, cry.
I think if we have learned one thing from the No on 8 debacle and from President elect Obama, it is this, the times they a changin'. We no longer need to be told what to do from some big white temple (pun the fuck intended) on high.
To paraphrase two songs: "We're taking it to the streets" and "The revolution will be televised"!
FUCK YOU HEADQUARTERS!
LA REVOLUCION POR VIDA!
Thursday, November 20, 2008
Gigantor loves him some "drunken breakfast".
Well. Who doesn't?
Mon Cheri (that's "An entire country can't find a can of Ban?" for "y'all), is there nothing better than a bottle of Andre '07 with your powdered eggs?
Of course not.
Well, Gigantor had invited me to a drunken, uh, brunch and I graciously accepted.
Have you seen my fat ass? If you had you would know that I don't a miss meal.
Or a short Mexican boy.
But I digress.
After Gigantor and I had helped a blind woman find her friends (Ok. Wait. This chick was wandering around the Hilton not knowing where she was, all Audrey Hepburn in "Wait Until Dark". When we finally found her friends they were all at the Star Trek show! Blind Trekkies. I guess that Levar Burton is a God to them. Power Rangers say go!)we met up with "the Other AJ".
Now, up until this point I really didn't know "The Other AJ". Poor bitch had gotten that moniker because Gigantor had been telling me about his friend AJ. Well, the night I finally met him there was another AJ there whom Gigantor referred to as "Hot AJ".
It stuck. One was "hot AJ" the other was "the Other AJ".
Well, it's all rather ironic because I had heard "the Other AJ" was this "Hot Indian Guy" AJ.
I actually was rather tired of hearing about this "hot Indian guy" WAY before I met him. No, I was already hating him. The way I saw it, NO ONE was allowed to be anointed as the "hot" anything until I had perused the goods. AND he was being invited to things before he had kissed the ring.
"Who is this hot Indian guy you speak of? What village is he from? Why hath he not cometh and paid Homage to the ruler of this village? MY VILLAGE!"
Whew, I needed to get that said. God, I love blogging.
So, of course being a fan of the sub continent I was all revved up to see this Pasha from afar.
Imagine my surprise and disappointment when I finally get a looksee and he's no dark, silken haired Bollywood star!
He's a freaking Suave, skyscaper living, sophisticated, urban Dwell magazine sorta guy.
He's fucking Dean Martin for the 21st century!
I hated and loved him on sight.
Well, at brunch I confirmed that he didn't know what the fuck to think of me.
I am the type you either love or hate.
Your boyfriend WILL hate me.
It's just the way it is.
Boyfriends always know that if their boyfriend gets to spend time with me they will come home with all sorts of fresh ideas and demands for emancipation.
You might even call home from Mexico.
Three days later.
Singletons either think I'm a hoot or don't understand why I am in charge. I'm not in charge because I'm a dictator. I'm in charge because I usually know where the fun is.
And the booze.
And the boys.
Never been to a Chola gang initiation followed by a bangin' after party in a loft in Tonopah? Call me.
Want to go to a club where the drinks are cheap and the crack dealers delivers to your booth?
Need to disappear for four days just because?
Who you gonna call?
You do the math.
So, here we are at The Hilton with "the Other AJ" and I've had a few and , well, when I've had a few, well....
So, it seems our new friend was dating our peripheral friend "The Toxic Twink".
You'll hear about that one later.
I didn't get it.
Well, put enough Andre in me and sit back and watch the show.
Fasten your seat belts....you know the rest.
So, I proceed to lay out all of the reasons why this suave sophisticate had no business dating someone as undeveloped as T3 (The Toxic Twink! Keep up!).
To his credit "The Other AJ" had the good sense to head home and break up with T3.
Btw, I adore T3.
So, later when I needed help getting to Denver for the conclave (read the first post oh so many moons ago) who do you think stepped in and gave me all sorts of leads?
And when I had my Endora vs Biden throw down debate party who arranged tix to some titty show on the strip for my raffle to help the homeless?
And who has hosted parties at his SKYPAD for all sorts of things?
THE OTHER AJ.
AND FOR SERVICE IN HIS MAJESTY'S COURT ABOVE AND BEYOND THE CALL OF DUTY I HEREBY CHRISTEN THEE FOR ALL FUTURE POSTS IN THE LAND OF DEREK:
ALL BOW UNTO THE NEWEST KNIGHT IN THE COURT.
A TRUE FRIEND.
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
I always hear people say that Vegas is such a hard place to live in because there's no real people here.
I myself tried to live here in '98.
When I was twelve.
Pretty quickly I took the first 20 mule team Borax the fuck out out of here. This town was Podunk.
I actually went back to Medfly (West Covina, Cali) rather than stay here and rot waiting for something, nay, anything, to happen.
Vegas in the late 90's was Tres Gauche.
That's Stinky Cheese Eater for, "that's not a drag queen, that's a dude with a wig."
And I couldn't find anyone who wanted to.
The clincher was when I went to work at my gig asst managing at Macy's (I was the Calvin Klein specialist. He's a racist fuck. How do you manage season after season and have NO black models in your runway shows? Fuck him and that pedophile Bruce Weber who did a book on Brazil and only managed to find white people. Yo! Chester the Molester! The boats stopped there on their way to New Orleans. Actually, a whole lot of Black people got off there. But, I digress.).
What the fuck was I on about?
There was this cool straight dude named Rob who was my favorite guy. He was there when I knocked out my teeth bowling.
Whole other blog post.
Who knew there was a game where you down a drink every time you get to throw that red ball?
I went to steal the shoes. I didn't 'cause I wore my Guccis.
So (hang on, I'm getting there), I went to work and Rob was gone.
Turns out in Vegas that happens all the time. No one comes here because they choose to.
People end up in Vegas.
First runner up in the Miss Dayton Pageant?
32 years old and still third chorus boy on the left in the West Covina Playhouse run of Evita?
Husband wondering where his best friend and his Buick are?
My parents chose to live here during the great California real estate boom of the late 8Os's. They were the first wave of people who actually chose this place. It could have been worse.
It could have been Bellingham.
That's somewhere else.
Well, I ended up here after a year of sitting in the front row at L.A. Fashion Week, being nominated for an award for my TV producing, celebrity styling (she was married to a midget and fucked a world famous pole, you figure it out)and a really nasty nervous breakdown followed by a series of car crashes, evictions, drugs sex and general malaise.
That's foul smelling whores along the Seine for JAY - DED!
After two years of begging God to kill me rather than manning up and realizing that 54 T-cells didn't have to be the end of the world, I actually found some friends.
Not "happy hour cocktail girlfriend" friends.
Everyday I am going to tell the story of how each came into my life in Vegas and how they all became......
Sunday, November 16, 2008
The "Big 3" US automakers are in serious trouble and now asking for a bailout.
Just like the bloodsucker's on Wall St got.
You know them, they just got back from some sun drenched spot via their(oops, it's your now) Gulfstream G5.
Or is G6?
The Republicans are lining up and shouting , "No Bailout for Detroit! This is all the fault of the greedy union workers and their high salaries and crazy benefits!"
High salaries as opposed to the, oh, I don't know, maybe the ass hats who ran AIG into the ground?
Crazy benefits like any Congressman in this country gets?
Why do I get the feeling that the right wingers are drooling at this as a chance to not bust, but kill, the unions?
I see a lot of white collar angst here at regular Joes who didn't go to college , and yet, make more money than some middle management paper pusher "analyst" who's never really worked a day in his life. Who has no idea what it's like to sweat and stand all day on sore feet. Who can't comprehend that some people don't go to Vail for a week long "seminar".
"Some people" work hard at honest jobs actually producing a tangible product that you can touch. At the end of the week they take their paycheck, go down to Joe the Butcher's shop and buy some steaks, pick up the wife and kids, pack up the SUV from the Chevy dealer down by the highway and hit the lake with a quick stop down at the propane place to buy fuel to grill that steak.
I watch the analysts on Fox and they are gleeful at the thought of the great unwashed, uneducated getting their just desserts. They think it's a good idea for union folk to be without good health care and retirement benefits.
Guess what? People without jobs don't end up as Wal Mart greeters. They end up on Welfare and Medicaid.
Which the great college boy class will pay for.
Furthermore, the union thing is not what is killing the big 3. It's the one thing every other country we compete against has that we don't.
Universal Health Care. The big 3 are at a total disadvantage because our country can throw trillions at Wall st and Main st in Iraq but not billions for all Americans to have health care. Japan, Korea, etc supply this basic right.
Of course, our defense complex (Haliburton anyone?) keeps those countries from spending billions every year by paying for their defense when ,to be honest, them going back to their warring ways would probably be the best thing for our economy (see WW2).
I'm being facetious but dig my point.
I also see the repugs playing a dangerous and cynical game. They want to force millions of "untrained" and therefore "uneducated" union (i.e Democratic) workers into the streets and onto breadlines while living in tent Hoovervilles which will saddle Obama with a huge image crisis.
Somehow, they think this will lead to victory two years from now in the next set of elections.
Sirs, at long last, have you NO honor?
Saturday, November 15, 2008
I knew today's Equal Rights rally would be good, however, I was shocked at the turnout!
Shocked I tell you.
We had over 1500 homos and the straights who love them attend!
And so many kids!
The high point of the day (or so we thought) was the amazing Angela Harvey who turned out the crowd with the most down home and funny speech evah!
She is me.
Well, woman tits as opposed to my flabby fat sacks.
If you're thinking of dating me they're really not THAT bad.
And I'm hung like a Dominican porn star.
But, I'm broke.
You didn't even notice the part about me being broke did you?
Well, Miss Harvey laid us out with the funniest speech.
THEN! I tell you. THEN!
Wanda Sykes showed up and gave a speech that rocked the house!
She told us about her personal life which, btw, included the fact that she's a carpet muncher!
That's French for practitioner of the Sapphic love that dare not speak it's name unless there's a "Girls Gone Wild" crew around.
Love you Wanda!
And everybody else!
Friday, November 14, 2008
WHY ARE WE GATHERING ON SATURDAY?
The opening of the Declaration of Independence written by Thomas Jefferson in 1776, states as follows:
“ We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty, and the Pursuit of Happiness.
WHAT IS EQUALITY?
WELL, ACCORDING TO WEBSTER'S DICTIONARY THE FOLLOWING IS THE DEFINITION OF "EQUAL"
1 : the quality or state of being equal: like in quality, nature, or status c: like for each member of a group, class, or society
WHEN I AM ASKED WHY WE ARE HERE TODAY, MY FIRST REACTION IS TO EXPLAIN WHAT WE ARE NOT HERE FOR TODAY.
HATE IS NOT SOMETHING WE CAME HERE TO EXPRESS.
WE DON'T HAVE TIME TO HATE.
WE DON'T HAVE THE NEED TO HATE.
WE DON'T HAVE THE ENERGY TO HATE.
REVENGE IS NOT SOMETHING WE CAME HERE TODAY TO DEMAND.
REVENGE IS NOT ON OUR AGENDA.
WE DON'T HAVE THE NEED FOR REVENGE.
REVENGE IS A DISH BEST UNEATEN.
SO, WHAT ARE WE HERE FOR?
LOVE IS A CONCEPT THAT IS AS OLD AS ADAM AND EVE.
LOVE IS A CONCEPT THAT HAS BEEN AROUND SINCE DAVID AND JONATHAN 1 SAMUEL 18.
LOVE IS A CONCEPT THAT HAS BEEN AROUND SINCE RUTH AND NAOMI RUTH 1.
IN CASE YOU'RE NOT AWARE, THOSE LAST TWO LOVING AND COMMITTED COUPLES HAD THEIR STORY TOLD IN A LITTLE BOOK CALLED, THE BIBLE.
YOU SEE, WE HAVE ALWAYS BEEN AROUND.
AND IN LOVE.
WHEN YOU SPEAK OF LOVE YOU NATURALLY COME TO THE SUBJECT OF MARRIAGE.
MARRIAGE WAS ORIGINALLY A LEGAL CONTRACT IN WHICH A FATHER SOLD HIS DAUGHTER TO ANOTHER MAN'S SON.
AS WE HAVE EVOLVED AND CHANGED AS HUMANS, THE CONCEPT OF MARRIAGE HAS CHANGED.
DURING THE MEDIEVAL TIMES WE HUMANS EVOLVED INTO ROMANTICS AND THE CONCEPT OF LOVE WAS ALLOWED TO ENTER IN THE DEFINITION OF MARRIAGE.
HOWEVER, SOON OUTSIDE FORCES TURNED MARRIAGE INTO A SUPPOSED WAY TO SAVE MEN AND WOMEN FROM SIN.
THE SIN OF LOVE.
TODAY WE THINK OF MARRIAGE AS A JOYFUL CELEBRATION OF LOVE THAT EVERYONE SHOULD BE ABLE TO EXPERIENCE.
WE HAVE EVOLVED AND CHANGED.
AND SO HAS THE DEFINITION OF MARRIAGE.
THE OTHER REASON WE ARE HERE AND ARGUABLY THE MORE IMPORTANT REASON IS SIMPLE.
WE MEMBERS OF THE LGBT COMMUNITY WANT THE RIGHTS GIVEN TO US BY THE FOUNDING FATHERS OF THIS MOST WONDERFUL COUNTRY THAT WE KNOW AS THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA.
THE FOUNDING FATHERS TOLD US FROM THE BEGINNING THAT WE WERE ALL EQUAL UNDER THE LAWS OF THIS COUNTRY.
NOW, WE ALL KNOW THAT WASN'T ALWAYS FOLLOWED.
BLACKS, NATIVE AMERICANS AND WOMEN CAN CERTAINLY FIND NUMEROUS EXAMPLES WHERE SOME GROUPS WERE NOT GIVEN THEIR EQUAL RIGHTS.
ONLY IN THE 1920'S WERE WOMEN ALLOWED TO VOTE.
BLACKS ACTUALLY WERE NOT GIVEN THEIR RIGHTS TO EQUAL ACCESS TO THE VOTE WITHIN ALOT OF OUR LIFETIMES.
UNTIL VERY RECENTLY THE LGBT COMMUNITY WAS CONSIDERED A VILE, SICK COMMUNITY THAT REQUIRED PSYCHIATRIC HELP.
WE AS A COUNTRY HAVE EVOLVED AND CHANGED.
WHAT HAS NOT CHANGED OVER THESE PAST 200 PLUS YEARS IS THE DEFINITION OF EQUALITY.
THE REASON WE ARE HERE TODAY IS TO NOT ONLY ASK THAT WE BE ALLOWED TO LOVE AND MARRY WHO WE WANT.
WE ARE ALSO HERE TO ASK FOR, NO, DEMAND OUR EQUAL RIGHTS WHICH THE FOUNDING FATHERS ASSURED US THAT WE AS CITIZENS IF THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA HAVE.
WE IN THE LGBT COMMUNITY HAVE FOUGHT IN EVERY WAR AND CONTINUE TO DO SO NOW UNDER THE MOST UNFAIR CIRCUMSTANCES MUCH LIKE BLACK MEN AND WOMEN DID DURING WORLD WAR TWO.
WE HAVE TAUGHT THE CHILDREN OF THIS COUNTRY FROM THE VERY BEGINNING AND CONTINUE TO DO SO WITH PRIDE AND , YES, WITH LOVE.
WE HAVE BUILT THE BRIDGES AND THE ROADS.
WE HAVE FLOWN THE PLANES AND TILLED THE FARMS.
WE WERE THERE A THE BEGINNING OF THE CIVIL RIGHTS MOVEMENT IN THE FORM OF BAYARD RUSTIN , WHO IF YOU DON'T KNOW, ORGANIZED THE HISTORIC MARCH ON WASHINGTON BY DR MARTIN LUTHER KING.
WE ARE HERE TODAY TO ASK, NO, DEMAND OUR RIGHTS.
WE HAVE FOUGHT FOR THEM.
WE HAVE DIED FOR THEM.
WE HAVE EARNED THEM.
WE DESERVE THEM.
SATURDAY 14 NOVEMBER 2008
Gay & Lesbian Community Center
953 E Sahara Ave # B31
Las Vegas, NV 89104
Since When Did Civil Rights Have A Color?
By Keith Brooks
When I learned about the passing of Proposition 8 in California two mornings after history was made, I considered calling in to work. I have never experienced such monumental highs and lows from a political cycle, particularly one in which I had been actively involved. The initial 52-48 vote left me nauseous, although I still wondered if it was an error.
Nope. No error or recount. It had passed. CNN and major news outlets had reported that a margin of roughly 500,000 people had effectively decided that equality should be written into California's constitution. Even as a resident from the Bluegrass State, the numbers were disturbingly solid and couldn't be ignored.
But what makes the mark really shine is how African-Americans were immediately the first to blame. Although Nate Silver from 538.com (http://www.fivethirtyeight.com/2008/11/prop-8-myths.html) and the Daily Kos's Shanikka (http://www.dailykos.com/story/2008/11/7/34645/1235/704/656272) have effectively debunked this myth 1000 times over, as a generational gap was really to blame for the way the vote went, a war of words has continued to escalate, leading to a tit-for-tat between Black and gays.
And where do Black gays fit in all this? Well, Ms. Cannick's post makes it perfectly clear that we don't --- or perhaps shouldn't because we never have.
First, let me say how much I admire Jasmyne Cannick and her devotion to GLBTQ causes, specifically those within the Black community. I can only hope I reach her level of involvement and commitment to working with our gay and lesbian brothers and sisters and allies.
But --- and this is a huge but --- on what basis did she decide to separate Black gays from the gay community? When she mentions "White gays" and "Black gays" repeatedly throughout her post, does she not realize that she's contributing to the racial disparities already dividing our community? And the fact that bigots are cackling their heads off with laughter from this unnecessary division?
Healthcare, housing, employment and HIV/AIDS are issues we as a whole community have been and should be devoted to solving and thankfully our nation was able to elect a marvelous candidate who will address them, hopefully within the span of his first term. But it's impossible to ignore the status of the millions of gays and lesbians around the country who can't marry whoever they love, along with the tangled rights that comes with such legal recognition.
The price of being gay in this country amounts to being treated as an invisible citizen or less than one, at least legally. Not to say that it is parallel with the discrimination Blacks have faced for hundreds of years, but the point is that the discrimination is and has always been present. A majority group is denying the rights of a slightly (or largely depending on where you live) unfavorable minority group while using the Bible and thwarting federal and state level guarantees of equal protection of the law. But what also makes this discrimination unique this time around is how it's financially-supported bigotry. Just ask Mormons, who donated nearly 40 percent of the funds for the Yes on 8 campaign. And if we want to play a round of the Blame-Game, let's start with them, shall we?
What also confounds this equality conundrum is the notion of Christianity being tied to civil rights. While it's true that social movements were born in black churches, the movement has expanded to other spheres in America. So many groups have found inspiration from the hundreds of marches, sit-ins, demonstrations and peaceful, nonviolent protests that captivated our nation years ago. But it's a legacy that needs to be adapted to other struggles of equality --- specifically the ones pertaining to immigration and women's rights and the one I'm writing about right now. Let's be clear: gay rights are CIVIL rights. I'd be hard-pressed to think Martin Luther King Jr., his wife, who continued to be an active force against discrimination (and gay rights) or any of the NAACP members, who still maintain a vital voice in the fight for equality, think that we should still be marching on the basis of color discrimination alone.
It's people like Jasmyne Cannick, me and everyone, white, Black, gay, straight, bisexual, transgendered, who need to collectively take on a call to action and recognize this for what it is; a desperate, despicable act to take away the freedoms from a group of people. Instead of resorting to isolation, racial identity certification, general excuses and blaming, we all need to band together and stop this horrible, atrocious act in California and our nation's history before it will be too late to overturn it.
Gay rights are civil rights, period. There is no "Black" skin on it, no matter which way you present it.
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
i'm a gay white boy. thanks for sharing this interesting and really informative perspective.
some of the issues/perspectives she brought up are right on the spot in terms of how i as a gay white man perceived the issue of other minorities supporting gay rights. i used to wonder why blacks wouldn't support gay rights--cuz i perceived that since we both were minorities that would bind us together.
It's only been recently that i've become more aware of the the many layers of differences we have, and that it's not easily defined, understood, or explained.
on the gay marriage issue: i'm not hung up on the issue of being 'married', BUT i DO care about having the same FEDERAL rights that straight couples have: death benefits, inheritance, and thousands of other things that straight people take for granted.
thanks for sharing this! i will pass it on to others.
ANYBODY ELSE WANT TO POST THEIR OPINION?
EMAIL ME AT THEVEGASSTYLEGUY@GMAIL.COM
This really happened.
On 15 October my friend Gigantor asked me if I knew a place to get his computer fixed. I said I had heard of a place called SUPERTECH on Sahara right next to the Statue of Liberty (the irony will make you chuckle later. Or kick a bitches' ass.).
We went and a little pimple of a Warcraft dweeb said it would be two days.
Well, after numerous phone calls (which Gigantor had to make to them) they admitted that the part came but was the wrong one so they were waiting but that they would have it expressed.
So, on 08 (Sat) NO FUCKING VEMBER Gigantor said he had had it and would be coming to pick up his computer the following day on Sunday.
The sign at this home for dried worm smegma clearly states Sat/Sun closing at 3pm.
We arrived at 2pm on the dot. The place was closed.
So, Monday at 4pm we go to the store and Gigantor asked them to waive their $65 "diagnostic" fee.
When we dropped of the lap top Gigantor told THEM what was wrong with the computer and cautioned them that their was adult content on the computer of a "love that dare not speak it's name" persuasion.
This is where it gets good.
These two fucks who run the place proceeded to tell Gigantor it was his fault for not being patient! HELLOOOOO!
They also told him that they lied about expressing the part because they weren't going to pay for an express fee.
When I said that their customer service was the worst I had ever seen I was told "you act like a woman, you just want to argue."
So, you have obviously just said you don't respect women AND you just implied something about my masculinity.
After much fussing (like women I guess) the owner says that if Gigantor doesn't pay he will call the police.
Exit stage left.
But. Oh. No.
The little one says to me, "I like women". And proceeds to do a little mincing dance like someone from Flower Drum Song In front of the owners son AND the owner!
Not a word from the owner.
Then he says to me he says, "you need a boy, I like women."
I of course told him that he needed a dick in his mouth.
I was about to kick his little repressed, suppressed, inbred flat ass but I looked over and realized I had just made that comment in front of the little boy.
I also realized that all of this was on camera. They were everywhere. probably because of all their happy customers. Honestly, if that little bitch had said that to me out of camera range I would be dictating this from a jail cell and he would be eating pussy through a straw.
Straight guys don't realize who they are fucking with sometimes. I will hurt a bitch for what he did. More importantly, his boss said nothing.
How do you let an employee gay bash (verbally) a customer in your store? In front of your child?
Sir, have you no shame?
So, needless to say I highly encourage you to write SUPERTECH a bitchy little letter and make sure no one you know patronizes them.
Why you may ask haven't I gone to some authority or gay org to have protests, etc.?
Simple, there are much bigger battles to fight than some dickless, fantasy loving, pimple who made "fag" comments. Personally, I'd rather handle him in the proper way.
I challenge that closet case little fucker to meet me in a gym with or without gloves (oh yeah, we can go all UFC. Bitch) so that he can reiterate his feelings about gay people.
This is a serious offer.
C'mon little fucker. Man up. Talk shit about gay people in a ring and find out what official discrimination, trash talking, and all the gay bashing bitches like you have done over the years feels like when I fuck you up!
HATE THESE FUCKERS!
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Tuesday, November 11, 2008
I'm sorry that Prop 8 passed but, honestly, I didn't really see it as my "issue".
I think all citizens should have the right to enter into a legal arrangement that confers certain benefits on the co-signers of that agreement. Marriage. It's only constitutional.
Having said that, West Hollywood white guys get on my last fucking nerve.
This whole thing was somehow made to be about them.
"...honestly Chad, we've got the store bought Chinese baby, Brittney honey, put other daddy's Noguchi lamp back on the midcentury boomerang table, we finally are on the VIP list at all the important Jeffrey Sanker events. Crunch just gave us keys to the VIP steam room in Studio City, you're at Buena Vista and I'm the best dressed realtor according to Genre Magazine, the only thing we're missing is the right to marry."
"...I know! Logan, this whole prop 8 thing will die in flames. Ha! Ha! I said "flames!" I mean really, we're voting for Obama and that cute, for a black guy, hunk at the gym had on a "No 0n 8" button , so, they're voting against it. We should plan a June wedding at my moms place in Arrowhead."
Sorry Weho bores. Not so fast.
I threw several events for Obama. Each time the Party press department told me that my events were not exactly the kind of events they were trying to publicize.
Translation: "That's So Gay"
Mr. Obama himself made it very clear that he opposed Gay marriage and that he believed marriage was between a man and a woman.
So, there was no need for the average black person to do the right thing and vote against Prop 8. They just voted like O.
Might have helped to have some black people in on the planning sessions. And not the NAACP. Those clowns are just a bunch of poverty pimps who get their paychecks by forcing people to say "African American".
Jeesh Chad and Logan, get some Black friends. It woulda saved you a little heartache.
Oh, and learn to listen. If you had, you would have heard Mr. Obama say you weren't equal.
I Love me some O but I think he needed to get elected and be in office about 6 years before your "gay shit" will matter to him.
Btw, don't expect DADT to be repealed anytime soon.
Here's an opinion piece that I actually got permission to reprint!
Remember when I used to just take shit?
The author is Jasmyne A.Cannick and I gotta say I think she nails it. She's a lesbian so she's a little angrier than I , however, if my dick was any bigger, I would feel exactly like her.
No-on-8's white bias
The right to marry does nothing to address the problems faced by both black gays and black straights.
By Jasmyne A. Cannick
November 8, 2008
I am a perfect example of why the fight against Proposition 8, which amends the state Constitution to ban same-sex marriage, failed to win black support.
I am black. I am a political activist who cares deeply about social justice issues. I am a lesbian. This year, I canvassed the streets of South Los Angeles and Compton, knocking on doors, talking politics to passers-by and working as I never had before to ensure a large voter turnout among African Americans. But even I wasn't inspired to encourage black people to vote against the proposition.
Why? Because I don't see why the right to marry should be a priority for me or other black people. Gay marriage? Please. At a time when blacks are still more likely than whites to be pulled over for no reason, more likely to be unemployed than whites, more likely to live at or below the poverty line, I was too busy trying to get black people registered to vote, period; I wasn't about to focus my attention on what couldn't help but feel like a secondary issue.
The first problem with Proposition 8 was the issue of marriage itself. The white gay community never successfully communicated to blacks why it should matter to us above everything else -- not just to me as a lesbian but to blacks generally. The way I see it, the white gay community is banging its head against the glass ceiling of a room called equality, believing that a breakthrough on marriage will bestow on it parity with heterosexuals. But the right to marry does nothing to address the problems faced by both black gays and black straights. Does someone who is homeless or suffering from HIV but has no healthcare, or newly out of prison and unemployed, really benefit from the right to marry someone of the same sex?
Maybe white gays could afford to be singularly focused, raising millions of dollars to fight for the luxury of same-sex marriage. But blacks were walking the streets of the projects and reaching out to small businesses, gang members, convicted felons and the spectrum of an entire community to ensure that we all were able to vote.
Second is the issue of civil rights. White gays often wonder aloud why blacks, of all people, won't support their civil rights. There is a real misunderstanding by the white gay community about the term. Proponents of gay marriage fling it around as if it is a one-size-fits-all catchphrase for issues of fairness.
But the black civil rights movement was essentially born out of and driven by the black church; social justice and religion are inextricably intertwined in the black community. To many blacks, civil rights are grounded in Christianity -- not something separate and apart from religion but synonymous with it. To the extent that the issue of gay marriage seemed to be pitted against the church, it was going to be a losing battle in my community.
Then there was the poorly conceived campaign strategy. Opponents of Proposition 8 relied on an outdated civil rights model, engaging the National Assn. for the Advancement of Colored People to help win black support on the issue of gay marriage. This happened despite the warnings of black lesbians and gays that it wouldn't work. While the NAACP definitely should have been included in the strategy, it shouldn't have been the only group. Putting nearly a quarter of a million dollars into an outdated civil rights group that has very little influence on the black vote -- at least when it comes to gay issues -- will never work.
Likewise, holding the occasional town-hall meeting in Leimert Park -- the one part of the black community where they now feel safe thanks to gentrification -- to tell black people how to vote on something gay isn't effective outreach either.
There's nothing a white gay person can tell me when it comes to how I as a black lesbian should talk to my community about this issue. If and when I choose to, I know how to say what needs to be said. Many black gays just haven't been convinced that this movement for marriage is about anything more than the white gays who fund it (and who, we often find, are just as racist and clueless when it comes to blacks as they claim blacks are homophobic).
Some people seem to think that homophobia trumps racism, and that winning the battle for gay marriage will symbolically bring about equality for everyone. That may seem true to white gays, but as a black lesbian, let me tell you: There are still too many inequalities that exist as it relates to my race for that to ever be the case. Ever heard of "driving while black"? Ever looked at the difference between the dropout rates for blacks and for whites? Or test scores? Or wages? Or rates of incarceration?
And in the end, black voters in California voted against gay marriage by more than 2 to 1.
Maybe next time around -- because we all know this isn't over -- the gay community can demonstrate the capacity and willingness to change that America demonstrated when it went to the polls on Nov. 4. Black gays are depending on their white counterparts to finally "get it."
Until then, don't expect to make any inroads any time soon in the black community on this issue -- including with this black lesbian.
Jasmyne A. Cannick is a writer in Los Angeles. jasmynecannick.com.
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Monday, November 10, 2008
DOWNLOAD THE FOLLOWING.
JAMES BROWN: NIGHT TRAIN
WHY: It's badass. From the opening bass line on to James shouting out a bunch of cities on the old "Chitlin Curcuit" James, is totally shouting out a list of cities that Barack Obama later won on his way to becoming POTUS.
Ok, I swear fo God I'll be over my Baracrush soon.
MIRIAM MAKEBA: PATA PATA
WHY: Miriam has this coolio sorta African fun swing going on. She makes living under Aparthied bareable.
BLANCMANGE: LIVING ON THE CEILING
WHY: The production is this ocean of Indian and Nouvelle Vague (that's cheese whiz, bitch, for skinny ties and purple hair) whirling through a sonic patch right at the top of your head. Get stoned and put on those big headphones.
LUCKY ALI: O SANAM
WHY: Easily one the prettiest songs I've heard over the last ten years. I have no idea what it's about, it's in Hindi or some such. Youtube the video and see what I mean.
THE RUNAWAYS: CHERRY BOMB
WHY: I went to Edgewood High School in West Covina, Cali. I knew girls who drove Javelins and fucked in Camaros. Feathered hair. But not in a sexy Farrah do. No, the bitches I knew had hair that feathered naturally because their hair was afraid to touch their face. The girls I knew worked to get cameltoe in their Sasoons. Cha Cha Cherry BOMB!
MADAME X: JUST THAT TYPE OF GIRL
WHY: Lesbians who knew the men all paused when they went to the Speakeasy. "Turn it up! Crank it!"
GRACE JONES: LA VIE EN ROSE
WHY: If all you know of Grace Jones is that Bond movie (the best!) then you don't know Miss Grace. Or really good extacy. Poor you. Either way.
MADONNA: TAKE A BOW
WHY: You have to have ear wax in the shape of a boll weevil to play this song and not get laid. Just when he's about to cry, take his chin in your hands, look into his eyes and say (I swear. Really) "I'll never hurt you." LAY-ED! Not that I've ever done this. Really. Oh bitch please, I know it works because It's Derek move # 602 (the Princess Diana Years). Oops. I guess it's in retirement now. What I do for you people.
NINE INCH NAILS: I WANNA FUCK YOU LIKE AN ANIMAL
WHY: Are you for real? Let me just "splain sumting to you Lucy", if I play this song, I'm about to show you openings (from the inside) that you never knew about. In plain English, I'm going to put it all up in you. It will work for most, however, don't get it twisted, you aint me. I make no assurances. Every man is an island unto himself. Huh?
PHIL SPECTOR: ANY FUCKING PHIL SPECTOR
WHY: Cause he's a crazy, afro wearing, gun toting, murderous, little, pyscho dweeb. Because of Darlen Love and the Dixie Cups. Because he made Ike Turner nervous. He held Ronnie Spector prisoner in a Bel Air mansion. For the 60's! He gave Sony Bono his start. Which led to CHER! What more do you need?
Now. Get to Frostwire or wherever you steal your music.
Sunday, November 9, 2008
Let's face it, the newest fashionable must have this coming Holiday season is going to be "The Black Friend"!
Tres Chic et Fashionable!
That's Surrender Monkey for "get a Negro now!"
But, not so fast Keannu Reeves!
Like an orchid or small Marsupial Black people require special care.
When we visit feel free to offer us liquid refreshments.
We like Kool-Aid. Red or Purple.
And please don't try to explain to us that Red and Purple are not flavors. If we wanted a flavor we would ask for Strawberry (Boone's Farm).
Black women are fond of Alize. However, If a Black woman says that she's looking for her Alize there's a pretty good chance that she's looking for her daughter, not her misplaced cocktail.
Btw, if you are in a club and offer to buy a sister who has been drinking water a drink be prepared to fork over the cheese for a "Hennesy". Black woman don't need to be bought a water. They can do that on their own.
Even if a Black chick don't drink it she will always order "a Hennesy". With Black women, it's the shelf not the drink.
If a Black man is driving a beat up old American car, it's a "hooptie".
If a Black man is driving an old beat up Japanese car, it's a "beater".
You can refer to his hooptie but never his beater. There's a difference.
All the sexual stereotypes you have heard about Black men (large weenies, insatiable sex drive, falling asleep the moment they get theirs) are true.
Never touch our hair or tell us about your "Jewfro" you had in college.
Never utter the word "rebel".
Don't introduce us to the only other Black person at your office Christmas party.
We already know each other. We met at the monthly "all Black people know each other" monthly social Ho beat down.
Do NOT get drunk and refer to us as "my homie, my brother" or anything ending in "scnizzle".
At a club when trying to pick up on a Black girl, please, please, pretty please tell them you have "jungle fever".
If nothing else to give the club something to talk about, "Dayum! Gurlfriend beat the fuck outta that white boy!" "And then made him buy her a Hennesy!" "Dayum!"
The menu may say "Chitterlings" but they are pronounced "Chitlins" and NO, you can't have any.
Michael Bolton is NOT a soul singer. Michael McDonald is.
Retha is the Queen of Soul. Mariah Carey is a tramp.
We have hated OJ ever since he beat up his black wife and bought that white girl from her parents , however, white guys hate him so much we will defend him.
We get a huge kick out of that chicken dance you guys do at weddings.
We like Joey and Phoebe but not Ross and Rachel. We love Janice. Monica and Chandler, not so much.
We don't understand Tool Time.
No Black person has ever laughed at Mad About You.
Cartman. Yes. Kyle. No.
We used to like Kramer but, well, you know.
NEVER MAKE US WATCH A CELTICS GAME!
Vanilla Ice. Yes. Eminem. No.
Gloria Estafan. HUH? Shakira? Hells yeah!
Blair Underwood gets on our nerves. He's a "stunt Negro" brought in to sex up up a white show just before it jumps the shark.
Even if you didn't, say that you voted for Obama.
If you just remember these few things you should be okay during the coming years.
WELCOME TO THE TERRORDOME!
Sometimes, I'm like a white girl in the third row at a Jonas Bros. concert.
I cry, no, weep, like a bitch.
Lately, I cry when the sun comes up slightly hidden by a puffy gray cloud. I cry when any Marvin Hamlisch jam comes on. I cry when my jeans don't crease in a straight line. Hell, I cry when I notice the lovely way my hair curls just at the tip of my temples (I have "good" hair).
I cried when Barack spoke to ME in Henderson recently (Henderson: Completely lame suburb of Las Vegas. Imagine, a suburb of Vegas. Tres gauche. That's French for "why yes, I'll have Vanilla ice cream with my white milk".). When he talked about, well, anything I opened up like a black hooker who just found the holy ghost.
So, I takes myself (I said "takes". What?)over to the Rave Motion Picture Theaters to see the latest Black People movie, SOUL MEN, starring Bernie Mac, Isaac Hayes and some other black people and "just Jack" from Will and Grace.
And then it started. The movie, not the bawling.
During the opening credits there is a montage of the 70's in Black America.
I started to think of my aunt and uncle, the Reverend Doctor Brother Mr Gil T. Uncle Lloyd and his wife Aunt Doris.
They were the people who, on every birthday and at Christmas made sure that I got the latest book on Black History. They always told me that I had to be twice as good as any white person to get to the same place as them. They made sure my English was spoken in a way that would take me into any office or situation in America. They pushed me to excel. Because of them I interviewed the very first Black Astronaut for the Seattle Post Intelligencer.
"SAY IT LOUD! I'M BLACK AND I'M PROUD!"
I started to mist up.
They died about 5 yrs ago. They never saw a Black President. My uncle organized civil rights marches against redlining in Seattle. He and my aunt Doris were the most respected couple in Black Seattle.
"LIFT EVERY VOICE AND SING, TILL EARTH AND HEAVEN RING, RING WITH THE HARMONY OF LIBERTY!"
Oh yeah, I was THIS close to straight up crying.
I thought of my great grandmother, Sarah Watts. She slept in our hall closet.
It was big. She was little.
She ate wheat germ everyday and always preached against canned foods and preservatives. Every Tuesday a truck would pull up and deliver her distilled water.
We thought she was crazy.
She lived 'till she was was 92 years old.
"WADE IN THE WATER. WADE IN THE WATER CHILDREN NOW! WADE IN THE WATER, GOD'S GONNA TROUBLE THE WATER".
Sarah Watts always sat me in the window seat in our big brownstone and told me all about our family in such places as Montgomery and Mobile, Alabama. That's where "our people" were from. Never Selma. I got the impression that people from Selma were "common". My great grandmother would tell me stories about Mary Mcleod Bethune and Dr. Daniel Hale Williams. Did you know a "colored" man invented the traffic signal? Sarah Watts told me so.
She never imagined a Black President. Unless it was me. Yes, she imagined that.
As I was watching the movie's 70's montage I remembered going to the All Bear summer day camp ( Ironic. No?) . On the way Mr. Robinson would be playing the radio loud and we would be singing along.
"SMILING FACES. SMILING FACES, SOMETIMES, THEY DON'T TELL THE TRUTH. CAN YOU DIG IT CAN YOU DIG IT?"
I can still feel my afro flowing in the damp Chicago summer wind and wishing I was back at home all fat and happy in my room wishing I had a '72 Cadillac with the Pimp Lens lights.
"DIAMOND IN THE BACK. SUN ROOF TOP. DIGGIN' THE SCENE IN WITH A GANGSTER LEAN. OOOH OOOH OOOH"
The tears were fighting to get out like my thighs in my stupid Hunter green polyester slacks I had to wear to St. Philip Neri middle school (only the best for me).
You know, it's fucked being a fat kid. I went to a freakin' catholic school and not one priest even thought about molesting me.
"PAPA WAS A ROLLING STONE, DADGUMMIT! WHEREVER HE LAID HIS HAT WAS HIS HOME! AND WHEN HE DIED! ALL HE LEFT US WAS ALONE".
I thought of my uncle Rip and his "wife" Lil and Eugenie and my little 6 year old cousin Michael who went out to play and died of an asthma attack.
"THE GREED OF MAN WILL BE FAR AWAY FROM ME. 'CAUSE THEY WON'T GO WHERE I GO".
None of them ever saw a Black President.
I thought of my crazy ass best friend Christopher Maldonado ( OH FUCK, I'M CRYING AGAIN!)who went to the Bahamas to fill in as makeup artist on a video shoot and ended up a side note to Aliyahs name when their plane went down.
"MY BODY'S BURNING BABY INTO THE NIGHT. MOVE ME! BABY CAN YOU GROOVE ME? YOU MAKE ME BEG FOR MORE! YOU GIVE ME MORE! CARESS ME!"
Chris never saw a Black President..
On January 20th 2009, I will see a black president.
And you can bet I'm gonna cry.
Oh, the movie.
Wait till you can Netflix it.
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
NOW IT'S "MORNING IN AMERICA"
We all know what happened on 04 November 2008 so I don't have to say ahything about it.
BARACK HUSSEIN OBAMA WAS ELECTED PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA!
I was sick ,so, I sat alone on election night crying because I couldn't be with my friends at the big Democratic election party at the Rio Hotel.
I wasn't crying because I missed the most important party of my life.
I was crying because I couldn't be with all of my friends.
All of my NEW friends
People say that Las Vegas is a tough town to make "real" friends in. They are right. Just when you make a friend they give up on the dream they thought they had in Vegas and leave town.
I am the luckiest person to have ever moved to Las Vegas, in my opinion. I have made so many new friends here that I feel like I should loan some of them out to the "Friends of the Friendless". I have made so many friends that I know will be friends for the rest of my life. It's almost not fair for me to have this group of people around me. I haven't done anything special to deserve these people in my life. Yet, they are in my life. That can only be luck.
My friends have supported me in all of my endeavours and whims, ups and downs. They have come to me for an old sages' advice and defended me to partners and their own friends who just don't "get" why they know me, "the loser". Any event that I have asked them to help on, they have never failed to lend a hand and be there early so I don't think something I have planned has been a failure, which is a party planners worst nightmare.
We hang out and get drunk at breakfast.. We laugh. We have deep philosophical talks. We help each other pick out dates. We support each other while we're in love. We hate our friends' exes just as much as they do, until they say they're seeing them again. At that point , we start back to supporting their relationship again.
A great man , I believe it was Nelson Tunon or perhaps Craig Curtis, no, wait, It might have been Joan Crawford. Hmm, Nelson said "What's sex without drugs anyway?" I'm sure it was Craig who said "Get drunk. Eat your mother.".
"Friends help friends move. Real friends help friends move bodies."
I have real friends. I don't deserve them. Yet I have them. That's luck.
I want to say thanks to all of them. Of course, I'll forget some of them and feel horrible, but, I'll do my best.
TOM "BUFFY' SANTIAGO WHO IS AS REAL AS THE DAY IS LONG.
CRAIG CURTIS IS STILL CRAZY AFTER ALL THESE YEARS. AND THE MOST CREATIVE GENIUS UNFOUND ON EARTH.
NELSON TUNON WHO HELPS BURY THE BODIES. DAILY. THROUGH IT ALL ......I WON'T CRY, I'LL JUST SAY THAT NELSON AND HIS FAMILY ARE TRULY WONDERFUL PEOPLE..OK, I'M CRYING.
PAUL PARADISO IS BACK! MISSED YA!
LARISA DANIELS WHOSE BITCH I AM FOREVER
MAT EVANS MY MINNIE ME MINUS THE ASS AND GAY THING.
JULIETTE ANNERINO WHO TRULY "GETS" ME.
SOCRATES SILVA IS THE WORDS SMARTEST FRIEND AND ULTRA HIP TO BOOT. AND CAN DRINK LIKE A CENTRAL AMERICAN HOOKER.
MICHAEL GRAMMER ALWAYS MAKES ME FEEL SPECIAL.
TINA MALAVE WHO ALWAYS KEPT TRYING WITH ME.
THE VEGAS BEST NEW FRIENDS ON EARTH
(I HAVE TO SAY THIS: ELLIOT AND TJUSTIN WERE NOT PLACED IN ORDER OF IMPORTANCE. THE ACADEMY RULES CALLED FOR A COIN TOSS OR CHRONOLIGICAL)
KY SCRODE (WHOSE NAME I'M SURE I SPELLED WRONG YET AGAIN). MY VERY FIRST FRIEND IN VEGAS. THANKS FOR ALWAYS BEING THERE AND BEING RIGHT (HE HAS WAITED FOREVER TO HEAR THAT SO I JUST TOSSED IT IN. HE'S ONLY RIGHT A LOT)
JOEY AND NANDO WHO WERE NICE TO ME AND NEVER LEFT ME OUT.
NICK AT SNICKS WHO OFFERED TO LET ME DRINK FOR FREE WHEN THINGS WERE BAD (AND ,NO, I DIDN'T TAKE HIM UP ON THAT!)
CINDY STITH WHO GAVE ME BACK MY MOJO. (HI BERTA)
ERIC THE CRAZY STALKER WITHOUT WHOM I WOULDN'T HAVE MET....
TJUSTIN WHO INTRODUCED ME TO...
ELLIOTT CADY WHO COMBINED MAKE UP THE BEST FRIENDS ANYONE COULD HOPE FOR.
LUIS " THE NICEST GAY ON EARTH" GONZALEZ WHO HAS NEVER NOT LIVED UP TO HIS WORD.
"AJ" ANUJ JENEVJA (OR SOMETHING LIKE THAT) ONE OF THE MOST DOWN TO EARTH PEOPLE TO EVER TO COME INTO MY LIFE. YOU'RE REALLY SPECIAL TO ME.
LORI AMBROSINI. SOME PEOPLE COME INTO YOUR LIFE WHEN YOU MOST NEEDED THEM AND DIDN'T EVEN KNOW YOU NEEDED THEM. LORI IS AMAZING.
TERRY HERNANDEZ AND BRENT LOVETT ARE TWO PEOPLE WHO INSPIRE ME TO REACH HIGHER WHILE STAYING GOOD.
RAYMOND JOE AND LYNN S. TWO VERY SPECIAL PEOPLE.
This could go on forever. I'm that lucky.
Shoutouts to Everyone I know through SinCityQ! Kimberly, Michael at KRAVE, Chris Miller, VTKNIT and everyone else.
And to two people who don't know that they matter so much to me. Hillary Clinton and Barack Obama without whom I wouldn't have had the chance to meet so many good people.