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Marriage is still on the books in Massachusetts. Andrew Sullivan says it best:
Looking back on two decades of struggle, past the ashes of so many, to the clearing on which we now stand, it's hard not to weep. Two decades ago, marriage for gays was a pipe-dream. Some of us were ridiculed for even thinking of the idea. And yet here we are. Past the vicious attack from the president, past the cynical manipulation by Rove, past the cowardice of so many Democrats, past the rank hypocrisy of the Clintons, past the inertia of the Human Rights Campaign, past the false dawn in San Francisco, and the countless, countless debates and speeches and books and articles and op-eds.
Went with the usual suspects to Signature's show Nest. What a strange night. Imagine the Ben Franklin story told with explicit sex, then end it with a hanging. Set to song. Hmmmm. Odd, but also oddly compelling. And the stylizations in the last third didn't grate on me as they normally would. Add the fact that I was able to eat everything on the table at the Thai restaurant earlier in the evening, and the sum is Excellent Night!
I agree. Everything I heard about the Sopranos--killing, cussing, pseudo-psycho-analysis --so turned me off that I never watched a minute of any episode. In spite of being somewhat deprived of such a piece of pop culture, I don't regret it. Such art as this, that glorifies the basest sort of behavior, is little more than scrawlings on the walls of the commode that 40 years of right wing assault on our society have turned our culture into.
Or so says Salon's David Marchese. Don't Stop Believing might be a great song to play when you're half passed out on your dorm floor wishing you had someone to kiss (or at least another beer handy). But, dude. Journey? Please.
While I'm still obsessing about the Justice song/video for D.A.N.C.E. A co-worker mentioned this Justice remix to me. The verdict: Whoa. The song has its charms, but the video veers sharply into Huh? territory. What happens after the best party ever? A landslide of trash and hungover French dudes.
This last weekend was Pride. And I was out in the streets, as always. I missed the parade for the first time in years. Volunteered at my job's booth on Sunday, ate a crab cake, and watched the men walk around. Delicious, all the way 'round.
A few observations:
The death of gay culture! There are always average looking gay folk at Pride, and have been for the 25 years I've attended. But this year was exceptional. The gym bunnies, club kids, and body fascists must be hibernating.
The death of gay culture? Freedom plaza was packed. Every year, Pride seems to get bigger and bigger. While the proliferation of mainstream corporate booths told the assimilation story, the fact that we still feel the need congregate in celebration adds the footnote.
The death of gay culture :( I only saw two drag queens and two leather men. Sad. I'm all for assimilation, but bitches and buttless chaps are nice, too. Just saying.
The craziest job you never knew existed, and will have nightmares about tonight. Hat tip: The Cunning Realist.
Village Voice headline: Is Eli Roth a poseur or a pussy? Maybe both.
'Nuff said.
Stumbled on this amazing song yesterday. Video is pretty darned cool, too. Tried to buy it from Amazon, but no song--no matter how awesome--is worth $38. (Well, maybe The Model. But that's it!). Went to CD Wow and found it for £7.99. Bless the Brits! Album drops on Monday.
How Tories see the world. You have to see it to believe it. Best part: Portugal is part of the South Africa, and the East Germany is renamed Commie Federal Republic of Sausage Eating Krauts and Lesboes. Yes, it's old. But it's still mean.
Hat tip: Daily Dish
Hmmmmm.
This joke pretty much writes itself. Still, keep this in your memory banks the next time some numbskull derides the "excessive" spending of the Democrats.
Read more about your tax dollars at work here.
I hate those eHarmony commercials so much, I'm willing to break my leg running for the mute button. Not only it is a Christian fundamentalist dating site--which sends shivers up my spine--but they actually ban gay people. And without even being honest about their bigotry. Here's a nice tonic.
I thought about our cat who is the whole day out, returning sometimes hungry sometimes not, sometimes with traces of fights, sometimes he stay also the night out. When he finally returns, I wonder where he was and what he did during his day. This brought me to the idea to equip the cat with a camera.
