This morning I wrote about a waitress who claimed two customers wrote an anti-gay note instead of leaving a tip, making for a story that went viral last week, and then viral again this week when the couple came forward to debunk the waitress's story.
Now Gawker has more:
It turns out the New Jersey waitress who lied about getting an anti-gay insult in lieu of a tip was also lying about a whole bunch of other stuff, including her military service.
According to friends of Dayna Morales who spoke with the Journal News, the 22-year-old is something of a pathological liar whose most recent fabrication is just the latest in a long list of serious lies. "Every story she comes up with has a lie," coworker Julie Howat told the paper.
Morales' past prevarications include a claim that she had brain cancer and that her home was severely damaged during Sandy.
Next we're probably gonna find out she wasn't even a waitress and the state of New Jersey is an elaborate fabrication.
House Speaker John Boehner (R-Ohio) affirmed on Monday morning that he would oppose a law that would prohibit discrimination against gay and lesbian employees in the workplace, citing the possibility that it would put a financial burden on businesses.
"The Speaker believes this legislation will increase frivolous litigation and cost American jobs, especially small business jobs," Boehner spokesman Michael Steel said in a statement...
But even if the bill were to make it through [the Senate], it would require passage in the House. And with Boehner coming out in opposition, it seems unlikely that it would even get a vote.
Boehner isn't just afraid the Employment Non-Discrimination Act will increase frivolous litigation. He's concerned, I'd bet my last faggoty paycheck, that Boehner's afraid it will increase legitimate litigation, lawsuits against the acres of bigots like him who want to treat gay-employees like dispensable punching bags for bullyish straight co-workers. And those cases will make anti-gay ridicule in the workplace as toxic as racist talk is now.
Which is an asshole position for Boehner—but let him.
Let Boehner and the GOP fall on their homophobic, misogynistic, anti-immigrant, racist sword just like they have before. Let them repeat their failures of the presidential race—where they lost for lack of female, Latino, black, and gay voters because they were rightly seen as backing sexist, racist, bigoted policy—when they run again in mid-terms and the next presidential race. Let voters keep fleeing from their party. Let them block ENDA, and let them wither into a tiny party of superstitious straight white dudes.
But ENDA will pass eventually. I went and saw Ender's Game this weekend—it was fun—and didn't give a shit about Orson Scott Card's storied record of homophobia. Card, Boehner, and the rest of those jackals have already lost. For the first time last fall, voters approved gay marriage by a majority popular vote—in Maine, Maryland, and Washington State—just before the Supreme Court struck down DOMA and Proposition 8. Now judges and county clerks around the country are backing marriage equality. More states are on the way. Boehner has lost this fight over gay rights. And to the extent that he can hold back ENDA and other good legislation in the short term, which sucks, it comes with the silver lining that he's neutering the entire racist, sexist, homophobic GOP in the long run .
Vice's Jamie Lee Curtis Taete went to the new Bill and Ted's Excellent Halloween Adventure show at Universal Studios and saw some "comedy" that wouldn't have been out of place in the bad old homophobic 1960s:
Anyway, Superman joins Bill and Ted on their witch-killing quest. Bill and Ted are pretty psyched about that because, y'know, he's Superman and he's really useful to have on your side in a battle against evil witches.
But then, uh oh, a witch accidentally sprinkles Superman with fairy dust, turning him gay...After becoming gay, Superman's voice and posture changes. His lips purse, his toes point inward, and his wrists become limp. His new voice sounds like a homophobic uncle doing a drunken impression of Richard Simmons, complete with lisps and frequent use of the word "faaaaaaabulous!"
Bill and Ted, understandably, are bummed. Their initial excitement at having Superman with them on their quest turns to disappointment as, obviously, now that Superman is gay, he is not going to be of any use to them. "Who could possibly make a worse Superman?" asks Bill. "Ben Affleck?" responds Ted.
After thoughtful consideration, Universal Studios Hollywood has made the decision to discontinue production of the Halloween Horror Nights' "Bill & Ted" show for the remainder of its limited run.
THE WITCHES TITTIES, DARK ARTS
Feel that? It's Halloween creepy-crawling up your leg. And isn't it simply scrumptious? Indeed. Especially for us big gays, who do seem to go ever so frickin' bonkers for the unholy holiday. Goodness knows that I usually start celebrating in June and pitter off around Thanksgiving sometime, but this year we're all are going to start celebrating a bit early—tonight to be exact!—with some of the most darksome, delightful, and talented witches I know (and, baby, that's saying something). You might recall that last year I introduced you to Kook Teflon, a true Renaissance witch who wears a lot of (pointy) hats: She's an artist, a guide for Pike Place Market Ghost Tours, and, most importantly here, lead witch in the witchy witchcore band the Witches Titties! The Titties will be witching it up in their singular grinding/throbbing/punk-rock sort of way tonight with a few very special guests, including Raja, winner of RuPaul's Drag Race season 3, our own dearly beloved hometown freak show, Jackie Hell, and the amazing dark artist and performer from New Orleans, Vinsantos (I spent last Halloween with him in his very scary haunted studio on Rampart Street in old N'awlins—I'm still a little terrified). There will be guest DJs from all over the damn place and (ironically) live performances. A carnival of dark delights! I encourage you to be afraid—very, very afraid. Highline, 9 pm, $5, 21+.
The website Africa Is Not a Country has posted an excellent review of a new documentary about nutty white American Christians connecting with nutty black African Christians in the "pearl of Africa," Uganda...
God Loves Uganda, which opened in New York this week, tells the story of this plague of evangelical Christianity and its role in fuelling homophobia and inspiring the Anti-Homosexuality Bill that if passed, will impose the death penalty on gays and lesbians in that country....
The film starts out in Kansas, at the International House of Prayer (IHOP), an enormous hall of worship where bands play and people sing and clap and praise the Lord, and plan to take over the world for Jesus. For some reason, they have made Uganda the epicenter of their ambitions. According to head pastor Lou Engle, as the ‘Pearl of Africa’, Uganda has somehow been selected by God as the place where great things will happen. Engle is a frightening character, eyes blazing with fanaticism as he gushes about his calling. We also get to see a clip of the promo video for an initiative he leads, called The Call–which is a truly frightening piece of fascist propaganda...
At 18 years old, I was out to most of my friends but not my parents, and still living at home. I was extremely busy and had no time to hold my parents' hands through a Life Changing Moment™. I was working full time at a downtown restaurant, which was short-staffed and actually had me working overtime in the bar (illegally, I'm pretty sure), and also working with a theater company (that was a big clue, mom and dad).
My mom announced one morning that she intended to clean my bedroom while I was at work. I told her no—don't clean my room. But she insisted. I plead, "If you must, and, again, please don't don't clean my room while I'm at work, just don't clean my desk, okay?" She agreed. Of course, I got home from work after the bar closed one night and opened the door to my room.
The room was spic and span: The carpet vacuumed. The sheets pressed. The desk sparklingly clean. Oh, lord. I opened the the second drawer on the left—and there they were. My porn magazines were organized like notes in an English bank. (This was back in the era of yore when we printed pornography onto pieces of paper.) The glossy magazines, the smutty notes, the other things of which I cannot speak... there they were. Neatly arranged like every other object in my room, including my bongs. I vaguely recall the magazines alphabetized from Blueboy to Thrust.
I woke up the next morning to the sound of my mother's footsteps as she thundered out the door to work. I slunk out of my room, fixed breakfast, and encountered my dear father who had been given, apparently, a dreadful task. "We need to talk," he said. We went and sat in the guest bedroom (painted pink, incidentally, a room we actually called "the pink room").
"Son," he began, "I think we need to talk about the birds and the bees."
THE HO, FO SHO
She's a low-down dirty diva, is what. She's what the kids these days are calling "a flipping YouTube sensation!" In fact, that's how I discovered Wendy—a close friend of mine/kid these days flipped all out, "OMIGAWD, WENDY HO is coming! OMG OMG OMGz!" Of course, my curiosity got a big boner, and I was avocationally obliged to delve into the issue. Who and/or what is a Wendy Ho? What does she want? Where does she come from? What is her business? Who are her people? Where are her manners? Three zillion YouTube views and a conversation with Miss Ho later, this:
Mrs. Ho (yes, the Ho is a fine upstanding married lady) is based in LA. She has worked with Vicky Vox and other big-name drag artists in clubs and cabarets, but it is crucial to note for our purposes that—no!—SHE IS NOT A DRAG QUEEN! (I repeat: NOT a drag queen! Crazy, right?) By way of comparison, she could be called a ghetto-mouthed Lady Rizo with a finely honed sense of poop humor, or like an attractive Peaches: all glamour, glitter, scat, vagina, and sass. (Sounds much like a drag queen, sans the vajeen—I KNOW!—but trust me on this, kitten.)
DIRTY, DIRTY, SPANK, SPANK
Do you know who Colby Keller is? Well, not being much of a boy for porn (shut up), neither the hell did I until Kevin Kauer brought him to man an inspired "spanking booth" (like a traditional kissing both, but much more spanking and a little less herpes) during Dickslap in August last year. Then I was all, OMFingG, hubba-hubba, harder, harder! So what you need to do please is google that scorching emeffer RIGHT THIS VERY SECOND. Good? Now click Images. See what I mean? I'll give you a few moments alone to abuse yourself...
If you're quite done angering Jesus, we'll continue: Almost our whole weekend is about Colby (and his muscles and his gingery gingerness) in one way or another (and his sexy beard, and perfect ass, and astonishing lovejunk), and it begins tonight with ANOTHER trip to the spanking booth, which Mr. Keller (and his perfect abs and lovely cuticles) shall again be manning as a superstar guest paddler. You will attend. You will be paddled! You do not want to miss a chance for this man to touch your butt. No one should die with that on his conscience. The Eagle, 10 pm, 21+.
It's okay that you're gay, as long as you don't throw it in my face. It's amazing that that's still a thing. But it is. I'm okay with you being gay as long as there's no visual evidence that you exist. What they really mean, these people, is I'm okay with you being gay as long as you don't express it, but "express" is such a soft, anodyne, silly verb, such a non-threat, and they (these people) need an aggressive verb, a verb that says: Look at this awful thing gays are doing—throwing it at me! Happily, in Seattle, "don't throw it in my face" is not really a thing anymore. Gay marriage is legal. The most likely next mayor is gay. The current city council president is a lesbian (although, don't get me started). The It Gets Better Project was invented here. But if there's anywhere in the state better on gay stuff than King County, it might be San Juan County. Gay marriage passed by 67 percent in King County, higher than any other county in the state except in San Juan County, where it sailed through at 71 percent. (Likewise, 68 percent of San Juan County voters approved marijuana legalization, the highest approval rating in the state.)
So it's kind of surprising what David Ellertsen and Lee Hilands Horswill had to put up with this summer. They are new residents on Orcas Island, they are longtime partners, and they are owners of a new bakery called Brown Bear Baking. It's right in the center of Eastsound, in the center of Orcas Island. They moved to Orcas Island in May to fulfill their dream of opening a bakery. "We didn't just want to change our careers—we wanted to change our lives," says Horswill, 47, about their previous life in Las Vegas. "We'd gone to pastry schools during our vacations." They tried to find a spot in Las Vegas, but they could never find a location/landlord/building combo that felt right, and then they found an Orcas Island bakery for sale online, on Craigslist. (Ellertsen lived in Seattle for 10 years before living in Las Vegas, and he'd been to Orcas before.) They visited in March, they moved in May, and immediately they started construction on Brown Bear Baking. Their goal was to open by the Fourth of July.
"Since we had a flag pole, we wanted to do two things," says Ellertsen, 45. "I wanted to fly the American flag, because the last owners refused to do that and I have a military background." His six years in the navy included the first Gulf War. "But beyond that we also wanted to fly the pride flag for pride week." He knew that the end of June was pride week in Seattle, and even though Brown Bear was still under construction and not quite open yet, well, they had this flag pole sitting out front, with plenty of room under the stars and stripes.
Posted Friday afternoon and moved up.
Seattle City Council president Sally Clark may be coming around: Whereas last week she had only a flat-out rejection of a resolution opposing the anti-gay laws and violence in Russia, now she seems to be moving toward a middle-ground. She wrote a long blog post today on the subject. Here's the section titled that "Now What?"
What’s happening in Russia is deplorable. Let’s also recognize that what’s happening in 75 other countries not mentioned in the recent focus on Russia is equally deplorable (http://76crimes.com/). Instead of building conspiracy theories about why I didn’t say yes to a resolution, why not come up with strategies to better educate people on what’s happening in Russia and in these 76 countries, and give people real ways to be heard and make change. And do you want to talk about the situation for women in far too many parts of the globe? That can keep us busy with resolutions for a while, too.
If we need to do a resolution to make the point super clear, great, let’s do it — and let’s do it right. Let’s use the Council’s convening power and the platform made possible by Seattle Channel to get the best information we can about international human rights abuses against LGBT people in Russia and elsewhere, and let’s identify constructive steps City government and others in Seattle can take to effect change. I think the City’s LGBT Commission and Human Rights Commission can assist, but so can other Seattle-based organizations deeply involved in world affairs.
The resolution should mean something and shouldn’t be the end of people’s attention to what’s happening around the world and the attacks that happen in our own city and country.
Clark is making progress, but still dodging and blaming "conspiracy theories." She appears to be saying the same thing Council Member Tom Rasmussen said yesterday: suggesting the city council needs to take its time and consider atrocities around the globe. I understand that argument, but the other council members should dismiss that excuse as punting.
Here are six reasons why the city council shouldn't put this off:
1. These laws and crimes are worsening right now. Since Russia recently passed a law banning "gay propaganda," thereby criminalizing "gay behavior" and making pride parades illegal, a surge of anti-gay hate crimes has swept the country. We are getting new stories weekly about organized vigilante groups abducting gay teenagers, beating them, forcing them to drink urine, sexually assaulting them, and then posting video to Russian social media sites without fear, because the authorities approve. A new bill moving through the Russian Duma would remove children from the homes of gay and lesbian parents. This is all happening now; the time to respond is now.
2. Our city council has outsize influence. Seattle is home to one of just four Russian Consular Generals in the United States.
3. Russia has asked Seattle for its position. What our city hall says matters, particularly because the consul in Seattle inquired about the city's official position in a letter to Mayor Mike McGinn earlier this month. By approving a resolution, we not only send a message directly to Russia's federal government, via the consul, we put pressure on our own federal government to make this an issue.
Today, two more Seattle City Council members said they would support a resolution that puts the city on record against Russia's recently passed anti-gay propaganda law, which has fueled a surge of violence against gay people there. That makes three council members in two days to oppose Council President Sally Clark (Council Member Jean Godden backed a resolution yesterday). But Clark unilaterally blocked such a resolution last week on the purported grounds that it did not relate directly to city work. (The council spokeswoman characterized Clark's opposition that way in an e-mail to The Stranger and Clark herself, in an interview with the Seattle Times, confirmed the council spokeswoman's characterization. Even so, Clark has backed numerous resolutions in her three terms, resolutions unrelated to city business.)
"I support a resolution," said Council Member Mike O'Brien, standing in the city council hallway when I went into City Hall this afternoon. "I think that what is happening in Russia is horrendous."
Council Member Nick Licata was next contradict the council president. He said, "I think the council should make itself known with a resolution." Clark did not approach him before dismissing a resolution on the council's behalf, he said. "I think Council Member Clark should have have talked to other council members." He added that he is not trying to be critical of Clark, but nonetheless, "I don't agree with her. I hope she reconsiders in light of the seriousness of the issue."
Since Russia approved a law banning so-called gay propaganda, the country has experienced a rash of beatings of gay teenagers, including rape and humiliation on camera that has gone tolerated by authorities. Activists say attention from the United States will make Russians safer. "This concerns national and international issues—this does impact Seattle, which has many Russian residents," argued Licata, responding to Clark's claim that a resolution is off-topic. "We have an obligation to express our solidarity with humanity."
If the council acts, Licata said, the council should consult the city's LGBT Commission and other lawmakers, and possibly hold a public forum. "I would want to do it well so it will have maximum impact," he said, rather than "do something quickly." He believed the council could pass a resolution while considering the city budget, which happens in fall, and certainly by late-November.
For her part, Clark has declared that this a "wedge issue" in the mayor's race, an attempt to pin blame on Mayor Mike McGinn. In fact, the Russian Consul General in Seattle—one of four in the United States—asked for the city's position. When the mayor consulted with Clark, a lesbian, she rejected the idea of a joint resolution. Clark, who has endorsed McGinn's opponent, seems to be the one making this a political football.
Only one other council member has gone on the record on this subject. A somewhat-startled-looking Tom Rasmussen, who is also endorsing McGinn's opponent and is also gay, said in the council hallway this afternoon that he opposes the violence and anti-gay law in Russia, but he did not committ to a resolution. He says the council should wait on the matter until after approving the budget in mid-November. (That is, he thinks the council should consider acting after the mayoral election.) He says Clark "was right to be cautious about adopting a resolution" and says he didn't want a "knee-jerk" response. Asked why he would support emergency zoning legislation recently—which is also knee-jerk, right?—Rasmussen said the council was more familiar with those issues. He says the council should take more time and maybe consider a broader statement that also reacts to human-rights atrocities across Africa and the Middle East.
Originally posted yesterday afternoon and moved up.
One of four Russian consuls general living in the United States sent an agitated letter to Seattle mayor Mike McGinn asking why he recently joined a "misleading" protest against Russia's anti-LGBT laws and the upswing in anti-gay violence there. Andrey Yushmanov says he was "unpleasantly surprised" by seeing online photos of the mayor holding a "Stop Putin" sign in front of Yushmanov's gated Madison Park mansion. "I would appreciate it if you could clarify whether your support of the protesters reflects the official position on the authorities of Seattle?" Yushmanov pressed.
But Yushmanov argued that gays are treated fairly with a "spirit of tolerance" under Russia's constitution, which bans discrimination, and, as such, the protest's portrayal of Russia being intolerant towards gay people "is simply not true." The anti-propaganda laws are purportedly designed to help kids. "The goal of public policy toward children is to protect them from factors that can negatively affect their physical, intellectual, mental, spiritual, and moral development," Yushmanov said in defense of the law, adding that "punishing a country for having a different opinion is a form of discrimination in itself."
"I disagree," McGinn replied last Friday in an unapologetic defense of the protest—and promotion of equality for LGBT people—but he stopped short of offering an official city position.
"Tolerance of homosexuality means not calling its legality into question," McGinn pushed back. "Tolerance of homosexuality means affording the same rights to LGBT citizens that other citizens enjoy." He added that Russia's policies "condemn homosexuality while promoting reticence in the face of hate-based violence."
Asked why the mayor spoke only for himself, not on behalf of the city, McGinn's office said the Seattle City Council refused to take a position against the anti-gay laws. "We inquired with the Council President [Sally Clark] to see if the Council would support a joint resolution expressing the City of Seattle’s official position regarding anti-LGBT laws in Russia," says mayoral spokesman Robert Cruickshank. "She declined." Speaking for Clark, council spokeswoman Dana Robinson-Slote explained that the council declined because they were not part of the protest, and they considered it "off-topic" because it did not "directly relate to city work."
UPDATE: That's an interesting argument from the City Council—they only adopt resolutions relating to city business—because the council also passed resolutions recently that oppose federal approval of genetically modified salmon, support a statewide initiative to label genetically modified foods, back marriage equality in Washington State, and seek an end of the Iraq war. Then there are resolutions denouncing the oppressive regime in Burma, seeking an end to Aprtheid in South Africa, calling to end Apartheid yet again, supporting democracy in South Africa, and asking for the release of Nelson Mandela and new congressional sanctions. That was all "directly relate to city work," huh? Were the current and previous councils wrong to pass all those?
There's a video that's been making rounds on social media of a fight outside Q nightclub over the weekend:
It appears to show a brawl at Broadway and Pike Street that includes a bouncer backhanding someone involved in the melee. In captions, the video makers claim some folks had used anti-gay language beforehand (which I can't vouch for) and say there was another fight at Q the night before. Along with a shift away from LGBT events at the club, the fight and the changing vibe have some folks wondering if the formerly glitzy gay dance venue is on a downward slide.
If so, Q would mark a trend in the Capitol Hill neighborhood: gay clubs that open with a ton of fanfare turn into straight clubs, they become venues for violence, and then they close.
Just to be super, super clear: I'm not saying Q will close or that it's attracting violence. I'm also not saying gay clubs are safe and straight clubs are dangerous. Lots of very hetero places are super chill and plenty of gay bars have been the venue for fights between wasted, furious twinks and lumbering, angry bears. But I am saying we've seen something an awful lot like this before.
The Social on Olive Way opened with a strong queer nightlife bent, only to devolve into a straight meat-market scene, and then there was a shooting last October. The Social is now closed. Or you may remember Sugar, also at Broadway and Pike, which was flamboyantly homosexual before the programming and crowd shifted to become pretty unwelcoming for gays. A gunman opened fire inside the place in 2007, shooting three victims, and the club later closed. And Q opened last year with marketing and programming that unmistakeably targeted a queer clientele, but now a gay co-owner is out, Q's gay programming has been largely nixed, and fights are apparently spilling into the street.
I called Q owner Andy Rampl, who remains in charge after gay co-owner Scott Smith was bought out. He insisted the Q was never supposed to be a gay bar, per se. "We catered to the gay crowd and straight crowd," he said. "We catered to everyone in Seattle and on Capitol Hill." Nothing has changed, he said.
But hang on...
Olympic flag waving gave a stamp of approval to Nazi atrocities in 1936. Please don’t use the Rainbow Flag to cover up Russian atrocities in 2014. The Rainbow Flag is the international symbol of LGBT freedom — it is not an endorsement of repression.
And Slog says?
They're still arresting men for having sex with each other even though the U.S. Supreme Court said a while ago—a decade ago—that that is not cool. From the Baton Rouge Advocate:
An undercover East Baton Rouge Parish sheriff’s deputy was staking out Manchac Park about 10 a.m. one day this month when a slow-moving sedan pulling into the parking lot caught his attention. The deputy parked alongside the 65-year-old driver and, after denying being a cop, began a casual conversation that was electronically monitored by a backup team nearby.
As the two men moved their chat to a picnic table, the deputy propositioned his target with “some drinks and some fun” back at his place, later inquiring whether the man had any condoms, according to court records. After following the deputy to a nearby apartment, the man was handcuffed and booked into Parish Prison on a single count of attempted crime against nature.
The Advocate has found "at least a dozen cases since 2011" like this—not men arresting for having sex, not men arrested for wanting to pay for sex, but men arrested for talking about going home and having sex. "It's perfectly legal," says Bruce Parker of Equality Louisiana, "and we would have to close down every bar in Baton Rouge if that weren’t the case." Nevertheless, undercover officers apparently have nothing better to do in Baton Rouge than hang out near park bathrooms and try to hit on closeted men. The district attorney is not prosecuting these cases, saying they do not see this as criminal activity, but an arrest is still an arrest—a very public humiliation. The police report with your name in it is public information, your mug shot is public information, and being arrested in front of your apartment and your neighbors is pretty public, too. Fucking Louisiana.
Thanks for the tip, Brendan H!
UPDATE: As of today, the sheriff's office says they are not doing this anymore.
So, as the move to boycott Stoli and other Russian vodkas gains steam, some people are going to find themselves in tough corners: wanting to help, but not being able to convince straight bar owners to join the boycott.
While politically savvy and activist gay bar owners, workers, and patrons will be right on board, gay bars alone probably won't do the trick of economically hurting SPI and getting the oligarchs to pressure Putin to reverse course on homophobic laws and discrimination. The boycott needs to move to sports bars, hotel bars, mainstream restaurants that serve booze, and every corner bar in the land for it to succeed.
Changing one's twitter avatar won't get that done. Many straight bar owners won't care, or won't want to risk otherwise positive relationships with distributors (who give them discounts on this, that, and the other booze, beyond the Russian brands they handle). The liquor business is all about such quid pro quos and other personal relationships.
The joint I work at one night a week, for instance, is pretty lefty (it was long known as the "hippie bar" in the 'hood) but many long-time regulars swill Stoli like it's mother's milk (they claim it minimizes hangovers; I think not getting drunk minimizes hangovers even better, but whatever). I doubt very much that even my liberal-minded boss would go along with a boycott of Stoli; too many regulars would get angry (though it would have an effect: our distributor once told us we were the biggest black-label Stoli account in Illinois).
But on my shift? We're out of Stoli, sorry.
An e-mail just arrived from the King County Health Department announcing that "a sick bat was found on the sand at the Madison Park public beach in Seattle (located at E Madison St and E Howe St) on Monday afternoon, July 15th. The bat was tested and has been found to have rabies."
Poor little guy.
If you or a child touched a bat at the beach this past week, officials continue, you should call the health department hotline at (206) 296-4949. But kids aside, the regular summer denizens of Madison Park Beach—who are gayer than fruit bats playing strip poker—should make sure their gay asses don't all have rabies.
Fun fact if you find a bat: "If the bat is alive, do not let it go! Knock it to the floor with a broom or other object, and cover it with a wastebasket or other container. Scoop it into a secure box with a lid without touching it or wear heavy leather gloves to pick it up and put it in a box."
Do you want to see Chicago's best, most favorite bear rapper, Big Dipper perform FOR FREE this weekend? Click the photo, to find out how. I saw him a few month ago at the 'Mo-Wave Queer Fest. He's cwazy. And so fu-uh-un!
In last week's Queer Issue, a bunch of writers looked at the ways that constantly being "connected" are changing queer culture. That group of stories ended with Eli Sanders on the virtues of not relying on the internet for things—things like, say, meeting people. It begins:
That thing where you're at a gay bar, and summer is new, and people are dancing, and everyone's sweating, and a guy you've been watching notices and moves closer. That thing where the two of you then get near enough that your sweat begins to commingle, and then his fly presses against yours, or maybe it was yours that pressed against his first. That thing where it ceases to matter who went first, because what's now being communicated with certainty, through both pairs of pants, is that you'd both like them off, even if that's for later and now is for sticking to each other here on the dance floor, wrapped in music and heat...
The interface is similar to the way we view porn now, not fixating on one scene until we come but flipping through scenes—bringing up the next guy's naked pic and the next until we find the one we want to stick with. The ability to chat with the person whose image you're getting off to amplifies the individualization of the experience. While I'm looking at someone's dick, I'm also wondering: Is he a top or a bottom? Does he like the same sexual acts as me? But it goes further than that—everyone on the app has access to what turns them on about personalities, too. Does he like the same movies? Is he into comic books? Will he wear that Thor helmet in his pic when he fucks me?
And the best thing is—unlike porn on the computer—we get to be on the screen, too, displaying ourselves to the other player.
There's also some stuff about guys who don't show their face. Read the whole thing right here.
My what a busy weekend! Where are your photos, Seattle? This terrific set was submitted by Mac Ward. I wish I could see more from PrideFest at Seattle Center! And how about that KEXP Pride Party? And Gender Blender / Men at Sea / Trans*Pride at Cal Anderson / Wet T-Shirt at Wildrose / Lick! / Dyke March and/or The Official Pride Parade? My what a busy-busy weekend...
Jen's piece in the Queer Issue begins:
I moved to Seattle after I got dumped by the first girl I ever dated. We'd been together for almost two years, and the shittiness of the breakup was compounded by the fact that, as I started to settle in, I had no earthly idea how to find other lesbians in a new city.
My first few weeks in town, I met up with a lesbian friend of a lesbian friend to mark my arrival in Seattle the traditional lesbian way: with drinks at Wildrose. That night, like many subsequent nights, the two of us shared the Rose's bar area with a handful of seated, impenetrable cliques while a sparsely populated dance floor stared back at us from the adjoining room. What else were we supposed to do? If there was a better way for a recent transplant to find kind, cute folks who wanted to fool around that night—a way that did not involve lots of booze and awkward spaces that I read somewhere were full of lesbians on certain Tuesdays or every second-ish Saturday—I never discovered it. It would've been nice to have Sizzr, the Grindr-inspired app that's currently being developed for women who like women...
Two longtime bookstore staff members who have large, beautiful book collections at home decided to purge their own personal collections this week to make a Big Gay Book Sale table out in the lobby, comprising hundreds of books. There are signed copies and first editions and things long out of print, all sorts of GLBT fiction and nonfiction, dust jackets protected in crisp mylar sleeves, curated by obsessive book collectors who have lived with the books for years and are now releasing them to the public—all for $3.99 a pop.
The store's used book buyer, Brad, who posted about the sale on his blog over here, calls it "the results of two queens' housekeeping" and "more Gay than could normally be confined in so small a space." It's the kind of hastily but lovingly assembled pile of awesome that couldn't result from months of profit-motivated planning in a corporate office 2,000 miles away from the salesfloor. If you're in the neighborhood, you should stop by and check it out. Everyone I know who's done so has walked away with something great.
Tough call. So much gay shit, so little time. Every last pride party/march/brunch/wet-shirt competition happening this weekend—including the parade itself—is LISTED IN ONE SPOT RIGHT OVER HERE. And if you know of something happening that's not on there, email us and we'll add it.
In the summer of 2003, MTV's Making the Video premiered Beyoncé's "Crazy in Love." I was a tenderhearted 20-year-old working at Denny's at the time, and a few of my coworkers gathered together at a friend's house to be mesmerized by Bey's first solo venture. Afterward, my coworkers and I were squealing over the videoand how beautiful our baby queen turned out to be. A few minutes into the discussion, a coworker's boyfriend stuck his thick neck into the convo and uttered the following words out loud: "I guess she's pretty, but I'm not attracted to black girls."
Now, I had never heard anyone dismiss the attraction of an entire race prior to this, and I sure as hot fuck didn't expect Beyoncé to be the catalyst. I snapped at my coworker's boyfriend and told him never to speak out of pocket like that again...
I've known about my weight-gain fetish since before I knew I was gay. Sort of: The scenarios that turn me on are so far from sex—as sex was explained to me as a child (when two people really love each other, etc.)—that for years I thought I had discovered some kind of black magic. My fantasies were strange enough that the fact that they involved women seemed arbitrary...