Tuesday, January 12, 2010

Diva of the Day!

Celine Dion - River Deep, Mountain High

Monday, January 11, 2010

To Shirt or Not to Shirt?

Gay marriage: uh-oh.

It's been creeping up on us like a crazy witch in a Disney movie. Now at the forefront of legislation in a number of states, we're forced to face the topic in a head-on collision. Now, more than ever, we need to watch what we're saying. We need to come together as a community and fight for what is rightfully [or so we think] ours.

That being said, this post isn't about gay marriage. I hate popping zits in the mirror.

I feel so strongly about negative terminology: fag, dyke, nigger, ginger, spic. The list goes on. I remember growing up in a suburban Michigan neighborhood where "that's so gay" was more common than a barbeque or alcoholic father. One thing I don't remember is ever being offended by the phrase. However, as I've grown older I have realized that it's not the phrase that is shocking, but how prevalent it has become. I never try to let it bother me too much, I feel the only way we're going to get over derogatory language is to forget it even exists; people would stop using the word nigger if nobody reacted or cared. (Right?)

I'd like to think of myself as setting a good example when I refuse to use words like 'fag' or 'dyke' to describe my friends. Working in the gay entertainment industry especially, I see it's become all too commonplace. Bars, clubs, magazines— they're all guilty of dipping into distasteful advertising. A gay bar that advertises a night called "Fag Fridayz" is not cute. It just highlights someone's lack of creativity.

With that being said: I was asked recently to purchase a shirt (below) for a cause that I'll be attending in February. Needless to say, I have some major issues spending money on a 100% cotton billboard that deconstructs my cause and humiliates me.

I'm gay and proud. That doesn't make it alright for me (or anyone, for that matter) to jokingly demoralize myself via t-shirt. How far do you think Martin Luther King Jr. would have gotten in a t-shirt that said "Nigger?"

It's cute, just not my style.

Sunday, January 10, 2010

You've Been Blocked

My newest guilty pleasure: Nicco Sky at Randy Blue the overnight 'I-can-blog-on-my-own' sensation, guysiblockedongrindr.

A marriage between hours of laugher and a perfect platform to humiliate my ex, the website is a breeding ground for publishing those scary photos of men who peruse Grindr late at night. Needless to say, after realizing 98% of the guys on this website are real, I couldn't turn the compass function on my Grindr app off fast enough.

Although its novelty has worn off, revisiting some of the fan-favorite photos will never get old. The only thing left to do is erase my browser out of fear that someone may discover I frequent a blog hosted on tumblr. Gross.

Diva of the Day!

Whitney Houston - Heartbreak Hotel

Saturday, January 9, 2010


I guess Madonna is coming out with a new album?

That's great, it's always nice to teach an old dog new tricks. Kudos!

It's supposed to be a "rock" album? What's up with that? Clearly I need more information before I make a decision. Ambiguity is one of the many things I love about my Madge, but "rock?" Really?

You can't have your cake and eat it to (under these circumstances). Why don't we make one choice and stick with it…

Friday, January 8, 2010

Rampant Resolutions

Wait, it's a new year already?

I'm fine with letting each day mesh into the next, but heaven forbid we don't create an excuse to have a party over the change of digits on the World Clock! I'm in it to win it; any excuse to rekindle my flaky relationship with José Cuervo is a good one to me.

The thing I really don't get about New Years is the notion of resolutions. Why do people make New Years resolutions? Better yet- do you know anyone who has ever been able to stick with them? Everyone wants to lose weight, stop smoking, work out, eat healthier, find a new job— what makes them think today is any different than yesterday? If you ask me, I would venture to guess that people wouldn't have any more self-control to do these things on January 1st than they did on April 16th.

If you want to lose weight and stop smoking, why do you need a holiday to celebrate it? I'm all about taking charge of your own life; do the things you want to do today.

C'est la vie, 2010!