
Thirty-five years—that's how long they've been fighting for basic civil rights protections up here in Anchorage, Alaska.
The city and county governments of Anchorage combined into one body in 1976—the Municipality of Anchorage—and the new Assembly put together an equal rights ordinance that covered race, sex, religion, marital status, and "sexual preference." Anchorage's 11-member Assembly approved the new Equal Rights Ordinance unanimously. Then Dr. Jerry Prevo, pastor of the Anchorage Baptist Temple, organized a campaign to pressured the mayor into deleting the protections for sexual preference from the ordinance. Prevo then went after the assemblymembers and managed to scare enough off that there weren't enough votes to override the mayor and restore "sexual preference" to Anchorage's Equal Rights Ordinance.
In 1992/1993 the city tried again—but this time the Equal Rights Ordinance only covered municipal employees. It was approved by the Assembly and signed into law by the mayor. But Jerry Prevo organized the opposition, ran haters against the assemblymembers who had approved the law, and Prevo's new Assembly repealed the Equal Rights Ordinance.
In 2009 the city tried again: Ordinance 64—an equal rights bill that covered "sexual orientation" and "gender identity and expression"—was taken up by the Anchorage Assembly. Dr. Jerry Prevo once again led the opposition, this time with a reach-around from Jim Minnery of the Alaska Family Council. Anchorage's acting mayor had pledged to sign the bill into law so the Prevo and Minnery did all they could to delay passage. They bused people to Anchorage from Wasilla—remember Wasilla?—and from bible camps outside of Anchorage to testify against the bill, drawing testimony out for weeks. The anti folks testified that they would never hire or rent to gays or lesbians and then turned around and argued that there was no need for the law because gays and lesbians aren't discriminated against.
The Assembly approved Ordinance 64 by a 7-4 vote. But Prevo and Minnery had successfully run out the clock: Anchorage had a new mayor—Dan Sullivan—and he vetoed the Ordinance 64. The Assembly didn't have the eight votes needed to override the mayor's veto.
The LGBT community in Anchorage—sick of waiting for basic civil rights protections—decided to put an equal rights initiative on the ballot. One Anchorage needed to gather 5,871 signatures to qualify; they quickly gathered 13,600 signatures. Voters in Anchorage will say "yes" or "no" to Proposition 5 on April 3. The mayor and city council don't have the power to veto or rescind a voter-approved initiative. So voters here approve Prop 5, Anchorage will finally—after 35 years—have an equal rights law that protects LGBT citizens.
One Anchorage reps say that the polling numbers look good and that this has a real chance of passage. The language of the initiative includes a massive carveout for religious organizations and churches. If a church wanted to fire a janitor who was gay, the law wouldn't prevent that church from firing their cocksucking janitor. But the religious bigots—Prevo and Minnery—are arguing that this special right to discriminate against LGBT people doesn't go far enough. (And it is a special right: religious groups and individuals in Anchorage are not allowed to discriminate against women, racial minorities, Jewish people, the disabled, the elderly, etc., etc., even if they believe—sincerely! religiously!—that women shouldn't work outside the home, people be allowed to marry outside their race, the Jews are going to hell, etc., etc.)
One Anchorage reps are bracing themselves for the inevitable fear-mongering that will target trans people and the trans-inclusive language in their initiative. When similar initiatives were on the ballot in in Kalamazoo, Michigan, and Gainesville, Florida, the haters ran television ads at the last minute that showed men following little girls into public restrooms and distributed flyers with pictures of men in dresses that said the law would "require" schools to hire these men to teach your children. Those ads are coming to Anchorage.
Voters in Kalamazoo and Gainesville extended civil rights protections to their LGBT citizens because the pro-gay campaigns in those cities were able to get on TV with ads calling bullshit on the haters and refuting their lies.
To combat the inevitable, last-minute anti-gay/anti-trans hate campaign, One Anchorage is raising money to get television ads on the air up here in the last weeks of the campaign. They're asking people to consider donating $35—one dollar for each year that Anchorage has been fighting for equality and basic civil rights protections. (There are no limits on campaign donations for initiatives up here, so if you're moved to donate $350 or $3500 or $3,500,000, please don't hesitate.) There's also the 35/35/35 Club: Ask 35 friends to donate $35 each. You can set up your own page at One Anchorage and you'll get a fundraising thermometer of your very own!
We scored major victories in California and Washington state this week. But the LGBT community in Anchorage is still struggling to achieve the most basic civil rights protections. The LGBT community in Alaska needs this victory—Alaska is the only state on the nation that has never had an openly gay elected official, there are no state-wide laws that protect LGBT people, there is no anti-LGBT hate-crimes legislation up here, there are no domestic-partnership registries of any kind anywhere in the state. The LGBT community up here needs this victory and they need our support.
"Friction-rich butthole is a great phrase, man"
Someone who was the subject of a "Savage Love" question a dozen years ago—his then-girlfriend was worried about being too wet—just came up to me in a cafe and shook my hand. And everyone in the cafe overheard him say "friction-rich butthole." Everyone.

Remember how our friends in B.C., gave Slog some winter-funtimes to give away—a two-night stay at Vancouver, B.C.'s posh Shangri-La Hotel PLUS winter-funtimes at the City & Slope festival, which runs February 9-12?
Remember how Dan Savage wanted to see your "gear" (clearly hoping for NSFW entries)?
Only one person was capable of following the (rather simple!) instructions for entering—a photo of you, your gear, a copy of The Stranger—so we have a winner: Larry, who says, "Norm the gnome and I would like to go." Congratulations, Larry (and Norm).
Good news, everyone! We're officially friends with Canada again! I knew they couldn't actually be mean.
And our friends in B.C., out of the sheer sweetness of their maple-syrup-filled hearts, have given Slog something cool to give away: a two-night stay at Vancouver, B.C.'s posh Shangri-La Hotel PLUS winter-funtimes at the City & Slope festival, which runs February 9-12.
The winter-funtimes on the slopes: two passes to Grouse Mountain—15 minutes from downtown Vancouver, super-steep, and extremely beautiful—which on February 11 and 12 is open all day and all night for 24 Hours of Winter, including 24 hours of skiing/snowboarding/ice-skating; sunset, midnight, and sunrise guided snowshoe tours; DJs; bars open until 4 a.m. (oh, Canada!); nighttime zipline tours; and snowshoe fondue tours.
And putting the city in City & Slope, Illuminate Yaletown is a street party with light installations from local artists, there's an ice-carving competition, goings-ons at Science World, etc.
But how do we decide who gets all this awesomeness?
Dan Savage wants to see your gear. To enter to win, just submit a photo of you with your snowboarding/skiing equipment—including this week's Stranger cover in the photo so we know it's a picture of you—to myequipment@thestranger.com by Monday at noon. Finalists will be chosen by a panel of experts, and a legally binding Slog poll will determine the winner.
You may define "equipment" however you like (NSFW entries depicting, say, behinds will be behind a jump in the final poll). Make sure your passport's up to date, and hit the photographic slopes!
Our friends in Canada, out of the sheer sweetness of their Canadian hearts (they're filled with maple syrup!*), have given Slog something cool to give away: a two-night stay at Vancouver, B.C.'s posh Shangri-La Hotel PLUS winter-funtimes at the City & Slope festival, which runs February 9-12.
The winter-funtimes on the slopes: two passes, including skiing/snowboarding, to Grouse Mountain—15 minutes from downtown Vancouver, super-steep, and extremely beautiful—which on February 11 and 12 is open all day and all night for 24 Hours of Winter, with:
· 24 hours of skiing/snowboarding/ice-skating
· Sunset, midnight, and sunrise guided snowshoe tours
· Sunset and sunrise tours to the Eye of The Wind
· Live DJs
· Bars open until 4 a.m.
· Midnight Torch Light Parade
· Action sport movie screenings in the Theatre in The Sky
· Nighttime ‘dark’ Zipline tours
· Snowshoe fondue tours
Snowboard or ski at sunrise! And putting the city in City & Slope:
As far as the city activities go, Illuminate Yaletown is a multi-night, entertainment-filled street party that features remarkable light installations from local artists. And the winner will be able to partake in all of the activities on offer, including the ice-carving competition at Yaletown Park, the animation at Science World, etc.
But how do we decide who gets all this awesomeness?
Dan Savage is sitting here, and Dan Savage says show us your gear! As it is Dan Savage's world, and we are but guests in it, to enter to win just submit a photo of you with your snowboarding/skiing equipment—including this week's Stranger cover in the photo so we know it's a picture of you—to myequipment@thestranger.com by Monday at noon. Finalists will be chosen by a panel of experts, and a legally binding Slog poll will determine the winner.
You may define "equipment" however you like (NSFW entries depicting, say, behinds will be behind a jump in the final poll). Make sure your passport's up to date, and hit the photographic slopes!
*Except the heart of the government, which is full of to-be-determined at this juncture.
(Part two in a two-part series.)

Here we see a double Flamethrower from Zombie Burger, a zombie-themed restaurant I wrote about in my Iowa caucuses feature. It's covered in bleu cheese, buffalo sauce, and onion rings. Surprisingly good, especially considering all the unappetizing walking corpses decorating the walls. I was a little disappointed to see the owners don't make their employees wear zombie makeup while on shift; I suppose those stupid health code laws got in the way of that scheme. It's enough to make an American push for greater deregulation.
(Part one in a two-part series.)

This order of burger and fries is from the Maid-Rite franchise in the middle of a food court in the Des Moines Skywalk. I'd never eaten at a Maid-Rite before; it's apparently a chain out here, and their gimmick is that they don't shape the ground beef into patties. Instead, it's just loose crumbled ground beef, a sloppy joe without the, um, slop, served on a Wonder Bread bun. I guess as far as fast food burgers go, it was pretty good, although I'd choose Dick's any day.

Word on the street is that Amanda Knox lives in the International District. Lucky for me, a friend of a friend put me in touch with a fellow who was surprised to find that he shared an apartment building with Foxy Knoxy. Here's your chance to glimpse into the life of an infamous* local celebutante!
You can remain anonymous if you'd like, or I can use your name.
I shall remain anonymous.
Does it seem like she has a big apartment? Or standard size for the building?
I bet it's pretty big. I know there are at least three of them living there.
How many times have you seen her?
Twice. Once with her boyfriend and once alone at the front door. I think I may have also seen her around the neighborhood. I can't say for sure. Everyone in Chinatown looks the same to me.
Has she ever been carrying anything in particular?
Nope.
Does she seem friendly?
She does.
Is the boyfriend you've seen her with the same one from Italy?
No. From what I have read it is her old high school boyfriend.
Is he good looking?
He's whatevs.
Des Moines’ most remarkable feature is its miles of “skywalks,” a network of climate-controlled sky bridges constructed one story above the streets. Banks, stores, and entire food courts can be found in this aerial warren. Workers from the many insurance companies located in downtown Des Moines wander around the skywalk at lunchtime, red-cheeked and rosy, chatting about workplace dramas. If you look a little closer, though, you notice that many of them have got the crazy-eyed look of cabin fever, the glassy stare of people who haven’t touched fresh air in God knows how long. Something about this weird urban hamster track makes every single young man look like he’s planning a workplace shooting...
(Keep reading.)

The caucuses began right at seven. The precinct captain opened with: "It's a good night to be an Iowan, right? We've got enough cameras here." He asked if anyone was willing to represent the candidates with a minute-and-a-half speech. Perry, obviously, had an advocate. A preppy young man wearing a Romney t-shirt stepped in for his man. Someone volunteered to talk for "Newt." And then an awkward forty-ish-year-old man cleared his throat. "I'll speak for Ron Paul if nobody else will," he said. Nobody volunteered to speak for Santorum, Bachmann or any of the other candidates.
"Honestly, I'm worried for my country," the Perry flack announced. He said he'd come to Iowa from Arkansas "on my own dime" because he believes that "Perry is a true conservative outsider." He explained several of Perry's programs he likes, particularly a "part-time Congress, which I think is just brilliant." Perry, he insisted, was a "Good Christian man and a leader" who, paraphrasing Reagan, represented the "bold colors" of conservatism, not the "pastels" of moderates. He said a moderate "like Bob Dole and John McCain" would not win the general election.

Occupy the Caucus is planning a "celebratory rally" today at 4 pm at the People's Park, followed by a planning meeting at 5 pm at their headquarters. After the caucuses, at 9 pm, they'll be holding a press conference, followed by a dance party. "These candidates may think they're done with us once they leave Iowa tomorrow," Toothman says, "but they've got a big surprise coming." He's heard through the pipeline that Occupy New Hampshire started making Occupy the Primary plans a couple weeks ago, and the South Carolina branch of Occupy the Primary just had their first meeting, too. "We'll follow [the Republican candidates] all the way to the convention," Toothman says, "And beyond."
Inside the structure, I find a few people sitting around eating doughnuts, drinking hot coffee, and listening to the radio. There's a coffee maker, a microwave, and electric lights running on a generator. John is a tall, easygoing bearded man who's been involved with ODM "since the beginning, about two and a half months ago." John explains how ODM got such a cushy deal: When police threatened to shut their original camp down, the mayor showed up with a renewable lease to this park. They've been here for about two months. So is Occupy Des Moines planning anything for the caucuses tonight? "I don't think anything's goin' on," John says. He personally plans to caucus for Ron Paul this evening. "In 2008, I spoke on behalf of Ron Paul," he says, and 50% of his caucus location wound up voting for him. He doesn't seem to see any problem with being an avid supporter of Occupy Wall Street and Ron Paul at the same time, noting that ending the Federal Reserve should be a priority for both causes.
"We mic checked Mitt Romney last night," John says proudly. "There were probably about 700 people there" who had been waiting for up to two and a half hours just to hear Romney talk for "ten or fifteen minutes." As the crowd waited, security guards picked out ODM members, tapped them on the shoulder, and told them "the owner would like you to leave the building." John thinks he didn't get culled from the crowd because he had bought a Mitt Romney button for camoflage. By the time the mic check happened, there were only a handful of ODMers left in the audience, but they disrupted the rally by announcing that they wanted the United States to "cut the military budget in half" and they wanted Mitt Romney to release his tax returns to the media. As John was escorted out by security, he shouted "Save Big Bird!" in response to Romney's newish stump speech boilerplate about forcing PBS to show commercials to pay their keep. (John knows Ron Paul isn't a fan of PBS, but, he says that if the military budget was slashed, there would be enough money to fund programs like PBS, which are miniscule in comparison with the military-industrial complex.) He leaves me with a big handshake and directions to Occupy the Caucus, a separate group with big plans for the evening. That's my next stop.



Something I did not expect about Iowa: On my three-mile hike to downtown from my flophouse, I saw not one yard sign promoting a candidate. Neither did I see a single bumper sticker. I half-expected something resembling the Republican Convention floor all over the city, but if you didn't pay attention to the news, it could be just any old Tuesday in Iowa. I have heard a couple of radio ads, both for Michele Bachmann, but if you keep the TVs, computers, and radios off, everything seems positively normal.

I'm in a divey motel to the northeast of the city ("I've picked up fares from hookers there," the cab driver helpfully informed me, adding, "and strippers, too.") and I'll be periodically Slogging from around town for the next two days. Apparently, there are some sort of caucuses taking place here in Iowa tomorrow night? And a smarmy homophobic sentient grimace is tied for first place with a department store mannequin and a rogue Muppet with a racist past who desperately wants to turn the United States into Somalia? Sounds like fun!
The man in the room next to me just started vomiting. I think it might be Anderson Cooper; I understand that all the cool media is staying here. Sleep well, Slog. We'll talk in the morning.

And I leave you for the week with this unbelievably beautiful scene of icy ice, sent by Slog tipper Gale.
I dared not pick it up or open it, for fear that it may have been and IED, or full of dirty needles or something (no offense), but it's on the northeast corner of Spruce and 16th. I saw it on the way back from a doctor appointment that I thought was today but is actually UPDATE: [next] Wednesday. Good luck.


I don't know if the Mac Davis Lane I'm staying on was named for the Mac Davis—I sure hope so—but it inspired me to go and download a Mac Davis album, something I should've done a while ago. Two of my favorite Mac Davis songs after the jump...
(In other news, St. Lucia thinks Slog is "inappropriate.")

They really ought to be on leashes at all times.

Seriously, coffee shop.
Not going to be able to blog much today—swamped at the moment (haven't been on much this week)—but I wanted to toss this up so you'll know I haven't forgotten about you, Slog. See you at HUMP!
Holy shit! The New York Times reports:
Four Georgia men who were part of a fringe militia group were arrested on Tuesday in what the Justice Department described as a plot to use guns, bombs and the toxin ricin to kill federal and state officials and spread terror.
Here's a sign I saw today:
You guys, NO!!!!! When I'm coming in for my vagina inspection or whatever, I don't need to be reminded that there are literally twos of other better hospitals with better doctors and cleaner needles and warmer vagina machines! To paraphrase Ricky Gervais, "That's like saying you have Britain's number one wasting disease."
While shopping at the Central District Safeway today, I noticed a discarded celery middle section, the part that's hardly used by anybody.

Celery is sold by the pound, so it made perfect sense that somebody didn't want to pay for something that they weren't planning to eat. When I buy broccoli priced by the pound, I usually break off some of the heavy stalk. I've never thought twice about breaking off bananas from a bundle, but this situation made me re-think breaking off broccoli stalks. The celery in question came in a bag, so that seemed even more questionable. At the check out line I was delighted to see that Store Manager Steve Ruud was scanning my items. I asked him if Safeway has a policy regarding the discarding of the middle of a package of celery, and his opinion on the ethics of this practice. Ruud affably explained that he didn't know if Safeway had a policy about celery removal. Regarding ethics, he told me that people steal from his location all of the time, but that ultimately his job is "to make you happy."