I like Pharrell and everything, but just as a reminder to everyone who finds his bigass hat so cutting edge: it’s all been done before.
Things to do in New Orleans while waiting for the parades to roll (courtesy of Rex Duke).
For what it’s worth, I’ve never witnessed a group “Cupid Shuffle” session. Maybe I’m just lucky.
PHOENIX — State senators voted Wednesday to let businesses refuse to serve gays based on owners’ “sincerely held” religious beliefs…
Yarbrough, however, said foes of SB 1062 are twisting what his legislation says.
“This bill is not about discrimination,” he said. “It’s about preventing discrimination against people who are clearly living out their faith.”
Normally, I hate reading posts about dreams because the dreams are either way too normal (I know I’m pretty dull, but I’ve never dreamed a Chekhov play) or way too long/rambling (much like this sentence), and you’re under no obligation to read it, but I promise: my dream is neither of those things.
As it started, I was working feverishly on my costume for tonight’s Carnival ball for the Mystic Krewe of Satyricon (in real life, one of the straps for my backpiece broke, so fixing it is Job One today), when the needle on my sewing machine hit a sequin and shattered. Before I could replace it, Carrie Bradshaw (not Sarah Jessica Parker, whose company I would probably enjoy, but Carrie Bradshaw, whom I would probably backhand all the way down 5th Avenue if I could) burst into my sewing room and whisked me away to the pool at her house, where her brother questioned my choice of swimwear and her insanely hot father peed on me. Then Carrie asked me a cagey question about a crazy old boyfriend, whom I may or may not have had in real life, and I woke up before I could strangle her.
And that’s pretty much the perfect dream in my book: a little reality, a little surreality, a little sex, and the near-death of an annoying gay icon.
Today, Forum for Equality Louisiana, together with four couples, filed a lawsuit challenging the state’s constitutional ban on recognizing same-sex marriages legally performed outside of the state.
The lawsuit charges that Louisiana’s refusal to recognize same-sex marriages violates the US constitutional guarantees of equal protection and due process. The prestigious New Orleans law firm of Stone Pigman Walther Wittmann filed the suit in US District Court, Eastern District of Louisiana, on behalf of Forum for Equality Louisiana and four couples. The couples are Jacqueline and Lauren Brettner, Nicholas Van Sickels and Andrew Bond, Henry Lambert and Carey Bond, and Havard Scott and Sergio March Prieto. Meet the Plaintiffs here.
Louisiana singles out only same-sex marriages for unequal treatment, a violation of the constitutional guarantees of equal protection and due process. Louisiana’s disparate treatment of same-sex and opposite-sex couples who are married outside of Louisiana demonstrates that the purpose of the Louisiana Anti-Recognition Laws is to “‘impose a disadvantage, a separate status, and so a stigma upon all who enter into same-sex marriages’ that were lawfully celebrated in other states,” according to the lawsuit, which cites the US Supreme Court’s 2013 decision of United States v. Windsor overturning a portion of the federal Defense of Marriage Act.
This is as basic as the Golden Rule. Treating others as one would want to be treated includes extending all the rights and privileges of marriage to same-sex couples who are truly committed to each other. This lawsuit would uphold this very basic principle of freedom for all Louisianans.
As the internet used to say: w00t!
If you have a few extra bucks lying around, you can support marriage equality in Louisiana by making a gift to the Forum for Equality today.
…and I couldn’t be
From Hunted, a Channel 4 documentary about Russia’s “Occupy Pedophilia” thugs:
Another clip of “Occupy Pedophilia” in action. From the YouTube description:
In Hunted, a pro-gay activist (who’s actually heterosexual), offered an additional theory for the rise in homophobic violence. Said Katya Bogatch: “Right now it suits the state and the regime to organize this witch hunt because our economic situation, our pensions, our salaries, our healthcare, and our education are all getting worse. Understandably people need someone to blame. To stop people from focusing their anger at the authorities, the regime is igniting and maintaining this conflict and hatred. They are making people fight amongst themselves.”
At long last, 1968 documentary The Queen is widely available — for free, on YouTube. A lot of people toss around the word “legendary” these days, but this film and its subjects are exactly that.
The Queen was filmed in NYC in 1967 and released in theaters in 1968. In 1967 it was illegal for men to dress as women. The documentary follows a 1967 Drag pageant judged by Andy Warhol among others. It stars Jack Doroshow aka Flawless Mother Sabrina, Richard Finochio aka Rachel Harlow and Crystal LaBeija. Crystal went on to start The House of LaBeija pageants which was the premise of the 90’s documentary Paris is Burning. In 1972 Richard Finochio underwent sex reassignment surgery to become Rachel Harlow, she began dating John B. Kelly, Grace Kelly’s brother. The relationship ended when John’s mother said she would disinherit him if he married Rachel. Rachel opened the Philadelphia night club “Harlow’s” in the 1970s. The only person to surface since this classic film was made is Jack Doroshow when he was interviewed by James St. James on YouYube. International Chrysis (1951-1990) can be seen as a teenage boy rehearsing dance numbers. These are the Queens who opened the doors for RuPaul and RuPaul’s Drag Race of today.
Many gay guys would disagree.
FYI, Mystery Man is part of a Super Bowl advertising campaign called “Digital Streaker”. There’s more of him here.
This would not be especially unusual, except that I also have a husband.
And just to make things slightly more interesting/complicated, my boyfriend is also my husband’s boyfriend.
This is not what I’d planned — it’s not what any of us had planned — but I suppose that’s the way life happens.
Out of respect for the boyfriend’s privacy, I won’t go into much detail. I’ll simply say that Jonno and I have always had a flexible relationship. We love each other very much, but we also give one another space, literally and metaphorically. We know plenty of other couples — straight and gay — who’ve had three-way arrangements, but this is the first time that we’ve found ourselves in one.
I’ll also say this: it’s not easy. In fact, it’s a little like Jonno and I rebooting our relationship and starting over from scratch.
For those of you in relationships: remember those early months, after the shiny shock of newness had worn off, after you’d stopped spending every spare minute in bed trying to learn one-another’s bodies, when you really began sinking into each other? When you were trying not to get upset about someone’s habits in the bathroom or their inability to wash dishes or take out the garbage or their tendency to tip up their cereal bowl and drink the leftover milk? (That last one was a pet peeve of a previous boyfriend. To this day, I don’t understand what the big deal was.)
Anyway, it’s like that, except instead of dealing with one person, I’m dealing with two. Getting the balance right is tricky. It requires transparency, diplomacy, strong communication skills, and an ability to read people’s minds.
Oh: and a king-size bed.
So far, so good. But a few sticky issues remain: