are we too old to be babysat?

we need a time out

We don’t know about you, but our babysitter was a fat old hag with bad breath. We probably would have torn our little cocks off from wacking it, if we had Jesse Jane or Teagan Presley watching over us.

This dvd is another smoking production from Digital Underground. It stars some of our favorites like Jesse Jane, Teagan Presley, Shay Jordan, Alektra blue and Nikki Benz. Does it get any fuckin hotter than watching these nasty babes in babysitter roles? We don’t think so.

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Pucker up

Drumroll please…

Via alesbiankisstodesire, the TOP 10 LESBIAN MOVIE KISSES:

If you can excuse the cheesy music, this here is a rad montage of our favorite female film stars locking lips.

My least favorite? Their number one!

My most favorite? Number six…though Wild Things is a hell of an entry as well…though I suppose Denise is cheating a bit by pulling out the side-boob in a kissing contest!

How about you?

Obama Signs Hate Crimes Prevention Act

Today President Obama signed the Matthew Shepard and James Byrd, Jr. Hate Crimes Prevention Act, which was part of a larger appropriations bill. Rather historic in that, as far as I can tell, this is the first federal level gay rights law. Check out the video of Obama’s remarks here or read them in full after the jump.

Hat tip to AMERICAblog.

REMARKS BY THE PRESIDENT AT RECEPTION COMMEMORATING THE ENACTMENT OF THE MATTHEW SHEPARD AND JAMES BYRD, JR. HATE CRIMES PREVENTION ACT

East Room
5:45 P.M. EDT

THE PRESIDENT: Thank you so much, everybody. Thank you so much, and welcome to the White House.

There are several people here that I want to just make mention of because they helped to make today possible. We’ve got Attorney General Eric Holder. (Applause.) A champion of this legislation, and a great Speaker of the House, Nancy Pelosi. (Applause.) My dear friend, senior Senator from the great state of Illinois, Dick Durbin. (Applause.) The outstanding Chairman of Armed Services, Carl Levin. (Applause.) Senator Arlen Specter. (Applause.) Chairman of the Judiciary Committee in the House, Representative John Conyers. (Applause.) Representative Barney Frank. (Applause.) Representative Tammy Baldwin. (Applause.) Representative Jerry Nadler. (Applause.) Representative Jared Polis. (Applause.) All the members of Congress who are here today, we thank you.

Mr. David Bohnett and Mr. Tom Gregory and the David Bohnett Foundation — they are partners for this reception. Thank you so much, guys, for helping to host this. (Applause.)

And finally, and most importantly, because these were really the spearheads of this effort — Denis, Judy, and Logan Shepard. (Applause.) As well as Betty Byrd Boatner and Louvon Harris — sisters of James Byrd, Jr. (Applause.)

To all the activists, all the organizers, all the people who helped make this day happen, thank you for your years of advocacy and activism, pushing and protesting that made this victory possible.

You know, as a nation we’ve come far on the journey towards a more perfect union. And today, we’ve taken another step forward. This afternoon, I signed into law the Matthew Shepard and James Byrd, Jr. Hate Crimes Prevention Act. (Applause.)

This is the culmination of a struggle that has lasted more than a decade. Time and again, we faced opposition. Time and again, the measure was defeated or delayed. Time and again we’ve been reminded of the difficulty of building a nation in which we’re all free to live and love as we see fit. But the cause endured and the struggle continued, waged by the family of Matthew Shepard, by the family of James Byrd, by folks who held vigils and led marches, by those who rallied and organized and refused to give up, by the late Senator Ted Kennedy who fought so hard for this legislation — (applause) — and all who toiled for years to reach this day.

You understood that we must stand against crimes that are meant not only to break bones, but to break spirits — not only to inflict harm, but to instill fear. You understand that the rights afforded every citizen under our Constitution mean nothing if we do not protect those rights — both from unjust laws and violent acts. And you understand how necessary this law continues to be.

In the most recent year for which we have data, the FBI reported roughly 7,600 hate crimes in this country. Over the past 10 years, there were more than 12,000 reported hate crimes based on sexual orientation alone. And we will never know how many incidents were never reported at all.

And that’s why, through this law, we will strengthen the protections against crimes based on the color of your skin, the faith in your heart, or the place of your birth. We will finally add federal protections against crimes based on gender, disability, gender identity, or sexual orientation. (Applause.) And prosecutors will have new tools to work with states in order to prosecute to the fullest those who would perpetrate such crimes. Because no one in America should ever be afraid to walk down the street holding the hands of the person they love. No one in America should be forced to look over their shoulder because of who they are or because they live with a disability.

At root, this isn’t just about our laws; this is about who we are as a people. This is about whether we value one another
– whether we embrace our differences, rather than allowing them to become a source of animus. It’s hard for any of us to imagine the mind-set of someone who would kidnap a young man and beat him to within an inch of his life, tie him to a fence, and leave him for dead. It’s hard for any of us to imagine the twisted mentality of those who’d offer a neighbor a ride home, attack him, chain him to the back of a truck, and drag him for miles until he finally died.

But we sense where such cruelty begins: the moment we fail to see in another our common humanity — the very moment when we fail to recognize in a person the same fears and hopes, the same passions and imperfections, the same dreams that we all share.

We have for centuries strived to live up to our founding ideal, of a nation where all are free and equal and able to pursue their own version of happiness. Through conflict and tumult, through the morass of hatred and prejudice, through periods of division and discord we have endured and grown stronger and fairer and freer. And at every turn, we’ve made progress not only by changing laws but by changing hearts, by our willingness to walk in another’s shoes, by our capacity to love and accept even in the face of rage and bigotry.

In April of 1968, just one week after the assassination of Martin Luther King, as our nation mourned in grief and shuddered in anger, President Lyndon Johnson signed landmark civil rights legislation. This was the first time we enshrined into law federal protections against crimes motivated by religious or racial hatred — the law on which we build today.

As he signed his name, at a difficult moment for our country, President Johnson said that through this law “the bells of freedom ring out a little louder.” That is the promise of America. Over the sounds of hatred and chaos, over the din of grief and anger, we can still hear those ideals — even when they are faint, even when some would try to drown them out. At our best we seek to make sure those ideals can be heard and felt by Americans everywhere. And that work did not end in 1968. It certainly does not end today. But because of the efforts of the folks in this room — particularly those family members who are standing behind me — we can be proud that that bell rings even louder now and each day grows louder still.

So thank you very much. God bless you and God bless the United States of America. (Applause.)

END 5:53 P.M. EDT

etiquette

I’m not sure what the proper etiquette is when people keep asking if Brooke is pregnant yet. In all honestly we don’t know right now. Everyone says you should wait until you get through the first trimester to tell people in case you miscarry early. I feel weird about saying she isn’t pregnant if she is (whenever that is). Everyday people ask Brooke at work and it’s getting difficult for her. People don’t ask me as often, but I will still say regularly. One of the reasons I starting blogging was to get all this stress out of my system and another to inform people what we are up to without having to repeatedly tell people. What happens if our first insemination doesn’t get what we want? It will be more difficult to tell people who we aren’t pregnant yet. However, if it does work how to I not tell people when they ask?
We seem to be ready if it doesn’t work the first time, but I don’t know. I think it will be harder than we realize. I’m not sure why they have those stupid tests where you can test before your missed period. What they don’t tell you on the commercials is that the earlier you test the less accurate they are. We have spent the last year and then some taking the steps and doing all the footwork to be able to get pregnant and go through this process. Now we are in a period of waiting. Which nothing annoys me more. I am a person who takes action. Who needs to do something to get it done. Now we wait for the exact moment. We wait until the ovulation stick gives us that second line. We wait until we are able to take a pregnancy test. Then we wait those three minutes to inform us if our life is going to change indefinitely or not. What happens when that stick says pregnant? We have to wait longer to tell people. But people keep asking and its either more difficult to say no because we really aren’t or to lie when we are and say no.

Blonde Goddess (1982)

Plot: Adventurer Louisiana Smith comes to the rescue of Jungle Jane as she is about to be sacrificed by lusty Indians in the Yucatan in 1936. Suddenly, we cut to the offices of Marble Comics where comic artist nerd Elmo Smathers has been fantasizing, in Walter Mitty fashion, as his boss gives him a talking-to. His depravities are under fire by a sexy Comics Code representative. As the latter loosens up, throwing herself at the boss of the comic book company, Elmo fantasizes over other scenarios including himself as Johnny Ace, WWI ace pilot, battling the German Black Baron; as Private Eye Jack Hammer; and as a heroic construction worker who is transported to a spaceship by the galactic overlord, Megazon (along with a beautiful and innocently by-standing earthling). The “Blonde Goddess” makes an appearance in each fantasy.

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Genre:

Adult | Sci-Fi

• Rescue
• Pilot
• Comic Book
• Adventurer
• Construction Worker
• Daydreams
• Private Detective
• Temple
• Biplane
• Lesbian Sex
• Hardcore
• Sex
• Alien
• Lesbianism
• Female Nudity
• Abduction
• Writer

My First Girl Crush

So I don’t claim to be any sexuality, really.  You can’t control who your attracted to, and I’m quite comfortable with that.  I am who I am, and prefer to not let labels or definitions created by others define me.  But its safe to say I am mostly into guys.

But I also like girls.

I remember growing up, having weird feelings towards other females.  I never understood it, and felt that something was wrong with me.  Well, once I figured out how to think for myself (which occurred at age 2, according to my Mother) I realized that while I favored guys, I was attracted to girls as well, and that it was more than okay.  However it wasn’t until last year that I finally found a girl that I was truly interested in.

Elise.  I met her through mutual friends, and the attraction was instant.  Not to my surprise, Elise was a lesbian, and had a long-time partner.  Bummer.  But that, nor my boyfriend at the time, stopped me from developing a huge schoolgirl crush on her.  Big time.

Most of the time we spent together was with our friends, and oddly enough, her girlfriend never seemed to be around.  However we did get to know each other fairly well.  She was a bit of a geek, which I loved.  She spoke with a very soft, sweet voice, but had the quickest wit and most easy-going disposition.  She had short, brown hair, and wore dark, square-rimmed glasses.  Her smile was more than contagious, it could turn your day around.  She had the most gorgeous, fuller figure, her curves were just amazing.  Her ass was just plump and perfect. I often daydreamed about what it would be like to kiss her soft, red lips and rub my hands over her creamy, fair skin.  I was smitten, and looking back, it had to be completely obvious.

One day at a friends house, I was in the bathroom changing into a lighter shirt. I had worn long sleeves and it was simply too hot in the Charleston summer.  Not thinking, I didn’t lock the door, and Elise came barging in, me standing there in my bra.  She immediately blushed, and became quite flustered.  She looked at me, then mumbled something and quickly left.  It was one of the most adorable things I had ever seen.

I never made a move on Elise, I knew she really cared about her partner and did not want my little crush to selfishly complicate things for her.  Do I regret that?  No.  Elise is one of the nicest people I know, and deserves to be happy.  I have since fallen out of touch with Elise, but I happened to pass her the other day on the sidewalk.  I got nervous, and being the ass that I am, pretended like I didn’t see her, and I’m pretty sure she didn’t see me anyways.  But, I did get a quick look.  And she was still as beautiful as I remember.

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Bi-

I may not know who I am
but everyone else does
I love who ever I am
so please don’t judge

you claim to know
people just like me
you stereo type
and choose to spite me

you don’t know me at all
or care to find out
I think I have found myself
so don’t make me have doubt

I am who I am
nothing more to figure out
but if you absolutely must know
I’ll spit it right out

I am not in the closet!
and I’m not undecided!
I love people for people,
should I have to hide it?

I am not just confused.
I am just me!

Carina F**king Fosse

Creative Non-Fiction and L Herd Reality

Well, my creative non-fiction writing workshop was a crash and burn. I attended the first class and it wasn’t right for me. My friend said, “Not at your level” and thinks I should ask for my money back ($160 for 16 hours).

I decided to send a chunk of my recent writing to the instructor (who has a PhD btw) and ask for editing / critiquing services in lieu of class participation. It was yesterday I sent the email and the class began on Monday, so we’ll see what happens.

Oh, this is my latest words to live by: “I don’t think you should have to work at it.”

Other thoughts:

L Herd

Does anyone really care about the L Word reality show? Auto-Straddle readers were at least checking in on the article (to the tune of 122 comments), although I didn’t take score (or read the article that thoroughly). I think there is enough buzz to create an initial thrust into this new show, but we all know what can happen in a situation like that.

Anyway, I didn’t even make it through the entire original L Word series. I don’t have cable, don’t even watch television except for 2min in the line-up at the bank, and even that feels like I’m watching some kind of CIA programming video. If I want to watch a series, I just download and if it’s good, I’ll watch the whole series in around a few weeks. (eg-Six Feet Under)

I did download the original L Word series, all seasons, and made it to halfway through the fourth season. I was watching it with a girl-on-girl girlfriend, and somehow we stopped having out little ‘dates’ where we watched a few back eppies, so now it’s kind of in limbo. A helluva lot of people were disappointed with the show’s finale, so I wonder if I’m ever going to pick it up again.

I still feel like the only characters in the show who rang true were Max, Tasha and Shane (although Shane’s ‘Shane-ness’ got overblown, kinda the same way people idolize Kate Moennig in R/L but that’s just my opinion). I did like watching the weirdness of Jenny for some reason because I think she might be a pretty good actress and the character is fairly real although uncommon – I have met some sociopaths in my life and been involved with a few even, and Jenny was a bit scary sometimes in her ‘pathy’ character rendition on the show.

I could have easily watched an L-spinoff involving Max, Tasha, Shane and Jenny that was more of a drama show. Anyway, I have absolutely no interest in the upcoming reality show that is being cooked up. Of course, I live in a town that has a lotta lotta lotta dyke-side women and so I’m probably warped that way (well, I know I am) – but I suppose if you lived in LA, perhaps the western regions… who knows – it might be something to watch with a bunch of your ’strapping’ friends.

Peech.

(x-posted at Women In Love)

Gimme gimme gimme

Hey, you know another thing that sucks monkey dick?! Preorders!! WTF?! I know I’ve turned a spoiled little brat being able to get everything all the time online. But I want the new Tegan and Sara album NOW for christ sake! These girls are smoking hot and their new single Hell is the perfect floorfiller for your local indieclub. But iTunes tells me that I can preorder A DOWNLOAD! Damn cockteasers. It’s like paying for a blowjob 2 weeks in advance. No chance shitface! So now iTunes owes Tegan and Sara 10 bucks ’cause I gotta get a torrent.

Getting Married in California

It’s funny, I was thinking last night before I went to sleep, how happy and excited and congratulatory the people we encountered were.  I remember thinking how it wouldn’t feel that different to be married and afterall, it was only recognized in a few places and of course our home state of Missouri wasn’t one of those places.  And that there was a possibility that California could have the right revoked within the next few weeks.  It didn’t make me any less excited to be there doing what I was doing.  I didn’t think about the large number of rights I would have there in California, at least while I was there.  It became evident to me on the second day of our marriage, when I went to rent a car.  As I was chatting with the Enterprise Rep. as he did the pre-inspection of the car I was renting, he asked why I was in California and I told him.  He, like everyone else we had encountered, congratulated me, then he told me something that I had never considered and probably wouldn’t have.  He told me that since I was married now, my wife could drive the car as well.  This one little comment, that I hadn’t anticipated hearing, was the first time someone had referred to “my wife”.  It made it clear that things would be different after being married, regardless of whether Missouri recognized it or not and at least for that day we had a few more rights that we could take advantage of.  Unfortunately, Marcy hadn’t visited San Diego before, so I drove the whole time.  I drove her to La Jolla to see the sunset and walk along the beach.  We spent the rest of that night driving around San Diego, from beach to beach and all over downtown.  The next morning she went to the last of her meetings and I walked into downtown to pick up our wedding certificate.  That afternoon, we caught our return flight to St. Louis, for a honeymoon that we are still enjoying today.

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Oh, Y*gurt!

I suck at this blogging thing; I will never understand how people post every day.  *Shivers*

Now, after this past week I had, I was greatly looking forward to my relaxing weekend.  Right.

So, it started on Friday.  Classes were done, so my next stop was the doctor’s office.  Apparently, I have this heart murmur / anxiety thing and over the past couple of weeks, I’ve had blood drawn, been physically examined and had a heart monitor slapped onto me.  Nevertheless, despite my rapid heart beat, the doctor informed me that I am physically fine.  Which means I’m anxious with possible signs of anxiety disorder.

…

WHAT?!  So, in addition to the Klonipin I had been prescribed, I was also prescribed Zoloft.  ZOLOFT!  Damn man.  I’ve seen those commercials with that dumbass egg bouncing around depressed because he’s got no legs.  If an egg needs Zoloft, then I’m f*cked!  Anyyyway (lol isn’t TMI fuuunn), after that, I had another appointment across town for a PAP smear!  I was so excited I starting doing jumping jacks and cart wheels.  But in any case, I had the divine opportunity to wait in the waiting room for 2+ hours for some chick to stick some metal shit…  SORRY lol, gettin’ graphic now…*clears throat*

Well, after that relaxing event, I needed to buy my groceries so I drove on over to Kroger’s and bought a crap load of yogurt.  Mostly because the doctor stated that yogurt is good for women in general, but I eat it anyway and I love Activa blueberry.  So, because I knew that’s the only thing I was getting, I didn’t bother with a basket.  I charged right to the yogurt aisle and piled that shit up.  Of course, I saw new flavors and had to get those too (Mixed berry, well color me purple and paint me a tutu!), so I ended up with The Tower of Yogurt with my pale ass arms as its foundation.  But I thought hey–checkout is right there and there’s only one guy.  It was one of those ones where you do it yourself.  WELL, what should have been 30 seconds turned into 4 or 5 minutes of him having to call a Kroger worker to help him with practically each item.

Why you ask?

Because the dude somehow didn’t know that you had to run the BAR CODE over the scanner.  I mean, seriously…he was trying to scan his Colgate toothpaste with the bar code staring right at us toward the ceiling.  He even had the audacity to offer me a weak sympathy smile with a shrug of his shoulders as if saying, “Damn machines slash technology!”  I felt like there should have been a disclaimer at his interface:  ‘Scanners don’t read cardboard k.’  I mean…an 8 year old could do it.  What a moron!  (Moron:  a retarded person mentally equal to a child between eight and twelve years old).  Anyway, I’m being mean, but it was annoying standing there with The Tower of Yogurt.  I mean, I’m not Pisa here; if I start tipping, I will fall!

Of course, when I finally managed to start checking out, I hear this voice, “Wow, that’s a LOT of yogurt!”  I try to remain pleasant and lo and behold, it’s some guy who’s probably a college student like me.  So I say, “Yup!  It’s good for you!”  He replies, “Yes, it is!”

I thought he was done, but nope.

“So, is that all you eat?  Yogurt?”  And okay…I know I had a less than stellar day and everything, but I couldn’t help but answering, “And babies!” LOL  Then I left the store, got into my car, heaved a great sigh of relief and started driving out of the parking lot slowly when this bigass SUV backs into the right side of my car.  I mean…we have rear view mirrors and necks for a reason!  And it’s some dude with three of his buddies and he magically doesn’t have his insurance info with him.  *Sigh*  Anyway, I got as much of his info as I could.

SO, I drove back, with these scratches and a big dent in the back side of my car, threw all my stuff in my room (like I felt like being neat and organized right then!) and plopped into my recliner.  WITH MY YOGURT.  And f*ck, it was good.

Saturday was my lazy day of course.  I thought about studying.  Yup, that’s it.  So now, it is Sunday!  And this morning/afternoon has actually been a bit interesting.  I attended a church with a completely different value system than my own, but the preacher was funny.  See, that’s the most important thing—if the preacher has a sense of humor.  Anyway, it was all about…spirituality and how all religions believe in the same God, but just don’t know it.  I must have received four hugs and five pamphlets in the first 30 seconds I entered the church.  Apparently, they come equipped with hearing aids for the elderly and Noob Radar.  It’s the perfect religion for hippies.  Hmm…well, if it works for them…!

In any case, afterward, I was to meet up with a friend for lunch.  When I arrived, I began looking around for my friend and noticed this girl constantly glancing at me.  Blatantly.  Obviously.  And so of course, I can’t help but keep glancing at her, too, whilst thinking, ‘What are you looking at?’ lol.  So, I think I eventually made this face or something because that’s when she blurted (and I mean blurted LOUDLY), “OH!  Sorry, I was only looking at you because I like your outfit!  I don’t want you to think…I wasn’t….”  She was stuttering and everything.  The hilarity and irony of it all nearly caused me to bust out laughing.

Of course, my weekend isn’t quite over yet and I have a job interview tomorrow for which I must prepare (woo!), not to mention the midterm on Thursday, the paper due next week, and the general studying and classes in between…

F*ck.  I need some yogurt.

Marching onward!

I was filled with anticipation, and I have to admit, a bit of anxiety. We were not even at the train station yet in Wheaton, and it was after 12 noon.

Noon was when the march on Sunday, October 11 was about to start.

I didn’t want to miss it. I was trying to let go; trying to realize how difficult it was when were trying to keep a group of 18 persons together for one six hour trip. Delays were bound to happen. There would be plenty of other moments that would occur that day that I could take in and carry with me.

I couldn’t help but be a bit disappointed that we might miss the march. That was a big part of what I was looking forward to. Marching down Pennsylvania Avenue, with what I expected to be thousands of others who believe in full, equal rights. I wanted to carry my neon sign. I wanted to be one of the many that were present and visible, walking past the White House, voices raised in unison.

So, to Wheaton we went. We finally found the train station, so that we could ride the Metro into the city to avoid driving into traffic. We got our passes. We made our pit stops.

Then, we were on the train. We were on our way.

When we got off the train, about one block from where the march was beginning, we weren’t sure if it was still going on. It was close to 1:00; surely, it was close to being over, and preparing for the rally.

But, we heard them. The crowd.

At first, I couldn’t tell if it was the crowd that was marching, the crowd that was lining the streets in support, or some of both. All I knew was, I saw it right ahead of me. A torrent of humans, carrying signs, chanting, and walking down Pennsylvania Avenue.

The march was still going on…….

And, the thing is, there were SO MANY people marching, we couldn’t possibly have missed it. There were still marchers for several blocks by the time we entered the line. We just walked up to the march, and jumped in. Carrying our signs. Mine was neon pink, and on one side said: “Love is Love”. The other side, the one that I showed most often, was “Accept No Substitutes: Full Equal Marriage NOW”. I had my newly created tee shirt on as well; one bride plus one bride equals love. That simple.

That is it, in a phrase, that is what we want. That is what I want, for myself, my family, and anyone else who feels so inclined to marry. We deserve that right.

On that bright, sunny day in October, on Pennsylvania Avenue in Washington, DC, it didn’t matter what we were wearing, what color or gender we were, even whether or not we carried a sign or a flag.

We were united, fully together, connected, by the desire for change, the hunger for justice, the demand for equality and full rights.

We had a purpose, and we were so rocking that purpose in that moment of time. And, it worked. And, it will continue to work, I so know that.

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<i>Wild Things</i>

Jack and I were talking about movies that had awesome soundtracks the other day. The first one that popped in my mind was The Thomas Crowne Affair. We don’t own any Pierce-Brosnon-fucking-on-the-stairs movies…so my second pick for the evening’s viewing was Wild Things.

Can’t beat a little girl-on-girl action in the pool, though I could do without pig nose Kevin Bacon. The second half of this 1 minute clip does it for me so bad. grrrrr!

PS – I’m a Nev girl all the way!

Memory.

When people tell the story of their first memory it’s usually something about toys or childlike things. They seem happy.

I don’t know how to feel about my first memory. It’s pretty detailed. I must have been 2, I remember waking up in my long shirt pjs and rubbing my eyes so that I could see past the eye boogers. I walked across the hall to my parents room and opened the unlocked door. I can’t remember what I saw, all I picture is a black space. I don’t remember either of my parents coming to get me, I remember just closing the door and thinking that they didn’t love me anymore. That my parents didn’t think I was good enough, because for what ever reason I realized that they were having sex and that sex equals babies. I don’t know how I knew what they were doing, or what sex was to begin with but I vividly remember running back to my bed and crying. No one to comfort me. Just tears running down my face as I laid there in the fetal position thinking about what a horrible child I was. I was only 2.

Sometimes I wish I could go back in time and see what those blocked-out memories were. The unwanted memories of what built the mind that I have today. The mind that is ever consumed with sex. The thought that sex equates to love. That sex is the only way I can ever truly relate to another human being. That I need to have another person inside of me to feel complete. I would never say that I was an addict. How can you be addicted to something that you have control over?

It’s funny, you’d never know by looking at me but I really like sex. I like the thrusting. The sweat. The sounds. The smells. It’s like a new season beginning at every occasion. It’s lust at it’s finest hour.

I have this on-going struggle in my mind to restrain myself from thrusting my body against the first hot person I see on the street.  The men in their suits with their perfectly cut hair. The euro-trash wannabes with their I-haven’t-showered-in-days look but still smell like Dolce & Gabbana. Women have never turned me on in person, but in order to get a quick orgasm I always turn to lesbian porn. The quick videos that download to my computer of women licking at the organ that I hold between my legs. The wetness of their tongue to the slippery fluid slowly building on the outer labia, that I can feel happening between my legs. It’s the best way to get a quick one off.

I don’t dare tell anyone about these thoughts or the things that I’ve done because of it. What would people say? What would they think? I can only imagine, and I’d prefer to keep it that way. In my imagination.

So, here we go friends. Come and read the tiny little secrets that occur in the deepest depths of my past, present, and future. My dirty deeds to my politically incorrect everyday thoughts. I’m here to bear my soul.

Anonymously, of course.

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Check, check, check.

I’ve always been a dreamer, a thinker, moreso than an action figure, so to speak. I have pondered more than I have proceeded in the physical realm.

My interest is in how I, and perhaps to a degree, others, perceive spatial temporal things as human beings, and of course, all the emotional and cultural observations that go along with that initial gesture into the goo.

To further complicate matters of procedure, I am an apophene of sorts, a dadaist, a found object, post modern, pop culture, andy-ist. I guess I could describe my nature as pop zen. I grapple in space for the ex nihilo, I swim in the morphogenetic field, and come what may, I find things and have ideas and opinions. Fortunately or not, as one’s own process of deciding worth in life depends, I don’t hold faith or value in consciousness per se. Consciousness still has not crossed the threshold of my proving ground.

I am willing to hold onto the idea that deliverance in these spheres can be a bitch, depending on whose trail you follow, or what finger taps you on the shoulder. Nevertheless, insanity and physical damage notwithstanding, I have made my way through this mad milleau, and am here writing and proceeding to make my way through a reality as nebulous as a puff of smoke.

Have a nice day,
Brielle.

ponderings

i also wonder if I got rid of all my anger,  bitterness, stress, pain, etc if my lesbianism would go away???  Like is it just a side effect somehow?  Like some people say, u r only gay cuz of what happened to u, type thing.  So would counseling “straighten” me out???

or if i gave into the lesbianism would all my anger, bitterness, pain, etc would all go away with no need of counseling because something was now right with me???  Or would it still all be there or go away at first but then come back when the high of everything wore off???

Can I lead a happy straight life?

I mean it isn’t even really about the sex.  I believe just having the relationship I am looking for with a girl would prolly satisfy me.  Could I keep my current life and just find someone and become best friends with “no benefits” and still lead our own lives with our families?  Would that be considered being faithful to my hubby when I want to be with that person more than I want to be with him?  I am not just talking about a friend that’s a girl.  I have friends, relationships with girls.  Just not the kind I have a longing for with the closeness that I seek.   I mean lots of married girls have best friends that they hang out with all the time and tell everything to and do everything with.  Basically the only diff between their friend and their hubby is the living with/sleeping with part, lol (and being physically attracted to part.)   So what would be the diff for me to have the same thing???  Or would having someone that I desire in that way then cause the sexual desire to increase so much that I had to “be with her”.

Yet when I have sex with the hubby, in order to do that, I have to go to lesbianland in my head.  I don’t have to be sexual- not controlled or consumed by sex; but when I need to be sexual, I can’t do it in a normal heterosexual minded way like I am supposed to.  And whenever I just go through my day and I get turned on, its related to girls.  How do you just turn that off???  I mean do u just tell yourself, no she isn’t attractive, over and over again.  Or tell yourself, yes you have a sexual desire for your hubby… and then poof it comes to pass???

Inaugural Gay & Lesbian Readers Theatre Highlighting Significant Plays Kicks Off in Orlando As Benefit Event

Orlando, FL February 2 2004–The plays in the series were selected because of their notable impact on the growth of theatre and gay and lesbian history. The series will include:

“The,, Art, Entertain, Art, Entertain, Killing of Sister George” by Frank Marcus on February 29

“The Drag” by Mae West on, Art, Entertain, March 28.

“Love! Valour! Compassion!” by Terrence McNally on April 25

“A Marvellous Party” by Joshua Levine on May 30.

“Forget Him” and “On Tidy Endings” by Harvey Fierstein on June 27.

When Frank Marcus’ “The, Art, Entertain, Killing of Sister George” premiered in the late ’60s, Joseph Le Seuer of the Village Voice warned: “Have we really come a long way from The Children’s Hour which presented lesbianism as a disease no woman should be unfortunate enough to have, to the present work’s nasty and uncompassionate treatment of it as a joke?…I advise lesbians to stay away from it. Life is cruel enough.” The fact that Marcus was married and a father to three probably, Art, Entertain, led to the gay community’s skepticism at the time. While this British import is ripe with stereotypes, hindsight reveals the lead character to be perhaps the first to not only identify herself with being a lesbian, but also being proud of it.

It is 1965. Actress June Buckridge enjoys a successful, Art, Entertain, career as the beloved โ€œSister Georgeโ€ on the popular radio serial Applehurst. In actuality, June is a hard-drinking, cigar-smoking lesbian with severe insecurities, a huge ego and a perverse dominant streak. She acts out the last by heaping endless insults and,, Art, Entertain, Art, Entertain, humiliations upon her partner, Alice. June’s lifestyle comes crashing down, Art, Entertain, when Mrs. Mercy Croft, from the BBC, announces that, in order to stem Applehurst’s faltering ratings, Sister George will be killed off. While June angrily accepts this after much protestation, she has become so immersed in the character (to the point of insisting on being, Art, Entertain, called โ€œGeorgeโ€) she finds she cannot give it up. Making matters worse is that the only job offer she receives is to play a cow on a children’s program. June’s inability to adapt results in the loss of all she holds dear.

Director Stephen Charles Peterson will helm this first reading of the series. A veteran actor of over 100 productions, Peterson is perhaps most familiar to Orlando audiences from his recent multi-character tour de force in Michael Wanzie’s Carolina Moon at the Footlight Theatre at Parliament House. Currently working directing shows for Walt Disney World Entertainment at Disney Event Group, he, Art, Entertain, has directed shows for Maine State Music Theatre, Dallas Children’s Theatre, Young People’s Theatre in Ann Arbor, Michigan, Dallas Repertory Theatre,, Art, Entertain, and Garland Civic, Art, Entertain, Theatre. As a producer he has produced 3 new musicals with Maury Yeston, Steve Alper and Sarah Knapp and served on the selection committee with the National Alliance for Musical Theatre’s New Musical Workshop in New York.

“Sister George” will be followed in March by a little known play called “The Drag” by an unlikely playwright, Art, Entertain, โ€” Mae West. Like most of her career, the movie star’s playwriting forays were less artistic endeavors than sensationalistic vehicles. West was probably delighted with the front-page publicity generated, Art, Entertain, when the show was closed through police raids. In fact, fearing a trend of censorship, some seventy Broadway producers reportedly, Art, Entertain, conspired to block the play’s pending transition to the Great White Way.

Though an icon to the gay community in her lifetime and beyond, “The Drag” illustrates West’s somewhat homophobic beliefs. โ€œLet them treat [homosexuality like a disease,โ€ wrote West in her 1967 memoirs, Goodness Had Nothing to Do with It, โ€œlike cancer, for instance, discover the cause and if it’s curable, cure it.โ€ Indeed, the theme of her comedy-drama, The Drag, considers the possibility of being able to cure for being gay.

In April, the series will continue with the Tony-awarding winning, “Love! Valour! Compassion!” by openly gay playwright, Terrence McNally. This poignant story takes place at a lakeside, Art, Entertain, country house in upstate New York where eight, Art, Entertain, gay men gather over three major summer holidays: Memorial Day, Fourth of July and Labor Day. Of “Love! Valour! Compassion!”, The New Yorker stated: โ€œโ€ฆin this beautifully written work McNallyโ€ฆpresent[s humbling evidence of what human love is and can be.โ€ This reading will be directed by Ray Hatch.

The Gay & Lesbian Readers Theatre will also feature an original work by Orlando native, Joshua Levine,, Art, Entertain, in May. Inspired by an assignment to write a period piece while attending DuPaul University, the young playwright explored New York City’s gay community circa 1940s. “A Marvellous Party” examines the delicate balance a group of gay men walk between being socialites and social pariahs,, Art, Entertain, Art, Entertain, . With witty dialogue spoken by recognizable characters โ€” the jaded queen, the bold, Art, Entertain, newbie, the closet case, are all here โ€” Levine reveals that many things have not changed in the hundred years that have passed.

he Balliwick Repertory Theatre of Chicago recently mounted Joshua Levine’s A Merry Jewish Christmas, of which Centerstage Chicago raved: โ€œLighthearted, witty and ever-moving forward to one antic, Art, Entertain,, Art, Entertain, after, Art, Entertain, another,, Art, Entertain, it has, Art, Entertain, all the yummy humor of a screwball comedy without the overkill aftertaste of an excessively fried latke. Surely a treat for all,, Art, Entertain, Goyim or not.โ€ Currently,, Art, Entertain, Art, Entertain, living and working in New York City, Levine counts Terrence McNally among his mentors.

Art at the Center and Heidi Dog, Art, Entertain, have chosen “A Marvellous Party” to be read at GayDayS.com’s host hotel during the Gay Days celebration in June.

The final offering of the Gay & Lesbian Readers Theatre will be an evening, Art, Entertain, of two one-acts by Harvey Fierstein dubbed ‘Double Harvey.’ The first, “Forget Him”, is an absurdist, Art, Entertain, piece about a gay man who is disgruntled with his acerbic matchmaker’s, Art, Entertain, choice of a mate. “On Tidy Endings” is a teleplay that concerns a gay man who must cooperate with his deceased lover’s ex-wife and son as they get the departed’s affairs in order. The staged reading will be directed by co-producers Margaret D. Nolan and Scottie Campbell.

The Gay & Lesbian Readers Theatre begins with a reading of “The Killing of Sister George” by Frank Marcus on Sunday, February 29 at 7pm at, Art, Entertain, the Gay Lesbian, Art, Entertain, Bisexual Community Center. The Center is located 946 N. Mills Ave in Orlando. For more information, log onto www.glbcc.org or call (407)228-8272. There is a suggested donation of $5 at the door. The series is made possible through the generous support of Minuteman Press and Florida Theatrical Association.

About the Producers

Scottie Campbell has been active in Central Florida theatre, on both the creative and, Art, Entertain, administrative side, for over 16 years. Onstage, Scottie has been seen in The Normal Heart, Art, Entertain, at the Civic Theatre of Central Florida, AIDS: The Human Face of Central Florida and Salome at Theatre Downtown, among others. He holds a BA in theatre from, Art, Entertain, Rollins College where he played lead roles in Our Town (with Anne Pitoniak), She Loves Me and Macbeth. As a playwright,his Sidneyrella was greeted by sell out crowds at the Orlando International Fringe, Art, Entertain, Festival and a radio version was broadcast in Central Florida and Australia. Scottie was commissioned to write a one-act about Sojourner Truth for Civic Theatre, which resulted in the well-received Truth. His articles have appeared in several publications and he currently pens theatre reviews for the Orlando Weekly. Among his pending projects, Scottie is working on a photoplay called A Midnight Snack with Tom and Vincent, which he hopes to mount in the near future. He makes his home in Thornton Park with his life partner, Paul Horan (an accomplished artist), and their two dogs, Dexter and Morton.

Margaret D. Nolan has been active on the Central Florida theatre landscape for over 22 years. She’s produced, directed, and/or stagemanaged for Tropical Theatre, Theatre Downtown, UCF-Shakespeare Festival’s New PlayFest, Parliament House’s Footlight Theatre, the former Civic Theatres, and with Ant Farm Productions, Per4Mants, Big Bang Productions, Off-Center Theatre in Tampa, and Bluebeard Players. More recently, she co-produced and did promotions for the smash hit, Hedwig and the, Art, Entertain, Angry Inch, and directed Wanzie and Doug in Fall River’s production of Two Men Trapped in Women’s Bodies Part II: From Beyond the Grave at the Footlight Theatre. She’s also a founding board, Art, Entertain, member of Theatre Downtown and the, Art, Entertain, Central Florida Theatre Alliance. This spring at the Orlando International Fringe Festival, she’ll be co-producing a play currently, Art, Entertain, in development with David Lee and Sam Singhaus called Pie Face: The Adventures of Anita Byrant. She is also working on a documentary about the longevity of relationships in the new millennium and a site-specific performance art project. She lives with her partner, Maudi Dewees, and their pets in Winter Park.

About GLBCC

The Gay Lesbian Bisexual Community Center (GLBCC), known as The Center, was established in 1986 as Florida’s first community center of its kind. The GLBCC is an essential part of the Central Florida community providing a safe meeting and gathering place and resources/referrals for lesbians, gay men, bisexuals and transgendered people of all ages. It offers a series of programs and services for all ages including support and social groups for youth, gay men, lesbians and transgendered people, a coming out group for men, and support for LGBT families,, Art, Entertain, HIV/AIDS prevention and counseling for youth and families. In addition, over 20 autonomous LGBT groups choose to meet at The Center.

Recently, The Center has begun to play a vital role in promoting gay, lesbian, bisexual and transgendered artists through regular art exhibits and by providing rehearsal space for local theatre productions.

GLBCC is located at 946 North Mills Avenue in the ViMi District near downtown Orlando, but draws from all the surrounding communities. Check out more information about the Center and how to become a member at www.glbcc.org

Drowning In Innuendo At The Swimming Pool

Me: I need to stop forward thrusting

Me: I blow out so then nothing comes in

Lor: D’ya want me to pump you up or down?

Me: Argh!
Lor: What’s up is it stuck?
Me: Yeh >.< *jiggling*…God damn 69! *more jiggling* …I want my clothes back! Why! Why does this always happen to me …Finally!
Lor: Did you get it out?
Me: Yeh I just had to shake it and jiggle more.

i'm tired of telling you how crappy this town is, so tonight i'm gonna show you

i’ve kind of had it today. i was going to blog (yesterday, but i got too tired) about all the special things holly did for my birthday (and all the wonderful facebook notes i got throughout the day, even the day before) but baltimore city has ruined things again. so instead i’m going to rant about our ghettoass neighborhood. specifically our alleyway.

if you have a weak stomach i suggest you stop reading now.

they say a picture’s worth a thousand words. and up until this point, i haven’t shown you photos of crap in/the antics of our shittyass neighborhood in order to protect our privacy. but alleyways are fairly anonymous.

so here you go:

that’s the alley behind our house. about a week ago.

see that flat, rotting thing on the right? that’s a dead rat.
and that sewer right there? that’s a chesapeake bay water drain! like blue crabs? that’s what you’re eatin’, folks!

here’s what it looks like right now:

and you know what i especially love? i love how the city fined *us*, we got a notice this afternoon, for not having our trash “in the proper receptacle,” which we always do, btw, it’s just that the recycling guys refused to pick up the one bag that wouldn’t fit in our city-approved yellow recycling can last week.

We, of course, will be requesting a hearing about this,I wrote our councilperson and the mayor (i heard they actually read the emails she gets) tonight, but it is a true slap in the face considering how much we actually care about our neighborhood. We’re the ones that shout out our bedroom windows that we’re calling the police when we see our neighbors literally being beaten to a pulp in the middle of the night–without us shouting, they might be dead. (For the record, we called the police. This has happened twice.) We’re the ones that stood with the young mother (who didn’t speak any English) directly in front of our house many months ago that was sucker-punched by a bunch of teenage boys while her two young children were sitting–scared and bewildered–in her car, until the police showed up. We’re the ones with the carbon monoxide detector that, two winters ago, saved the lives of the temporary residents of the once-vacant house next door  (the six men living there were using propane to heat their entire home since they didn’t have power). Look up “Jessica X” and “Holly X” in your 311 records and you’ll see how many times we’ve called about so many different things in our neighborhood. Thus far, I haven’t seen a single thing improve. And now, the icing on the cake: a $50 fine.

as i was taking photos of all the crap out back this afternoon (to attach to the email), i saw one of our neighbors walking up the alley towards me. she’s a rollergirl, seems tough as nails, and she told me about a junkie she saw in the alley this morning, passed out, needle still in her arm. and it’s just like, look. i know all cities have their problems. but some days this place downright sucks. esp. when you’ve put so much of your hard-earned money into renovating a once-crackhouse in a neighborhood that seemed like it was getting better, but instead got a whole lot worse.

i wish i could show you a photo of the front of our house, which is pretty nice, i must say, but alas, the privacy. i promise the alley’s a whole lot worse than the actual street. and i gotta say: our alley’s one of the worst in the neighborhood. i honestly cannot tell you why, but it is. anyway, i wanted to show you. you can hate me now, since you probably barfed up your dinner.

so about my birthday–and sticking with this general grossness theme i’ve got going on tonight–i got a special gift from my parents that arrived today in a truck and a knock on the door:

an exterminator.

yes, i asked my parents for an exterminator for my birthday. (that’s kind of how you know your life is more than a little ridiculous: you ask for an exterminator for your birthday) and they totally got one for me. i was so happy when he (”the orkin man”) showed up. he was very nice–perhaps a bit offbeat, but, from personal experience, i’m going to hypothesize that most probably are–and pretty chatty.

holly likes to study w/the tv on (that’s why i have headphones on right now; marriage is about compromise, right?) so as she was working away on her cute lil netbook, she had a movie going in the background.

“what is that, ‘fools rush in’?” he asked, craning his neck over from the mouse traps he was setting to see the screen.

“yeah,” holly said. “it’s one of my favorites.”

“oh me, too,” he said. ”i love that one. you know which one i also love? whassit called…oh, i know,  ’sweet home alabama!’ that’s a good one. and that actress, whasser name, i don’t know her name…murphy brown, the one that played the new york city mayor? she was spot-on (he was laughing at this point). she was great.”

i knew holly and i were thinking the same thing: our exteminator likes chick flicks??? 

i came thiiiiis close to asking him what he thought of one of our all-time favorites, ‘how to lose a guy in 10 days,’ but stopped myself for fear of embarrassing our surprisingly sensitive exterminator (who picked up a fairly huge rigamortis dead rat, placed it in a doubled up safeway bag and put it in his supplybox about five minutes before this) in case i was pushing it too far. (all joking aside, i wanted to know if he liked it.)

anyway, it was probably the best present i could possibly get. aside from things money can’t buy. like being (accidentally) woken up by your partner before the sun’s even up as she’s preparing to leave to get you a triple shot tall soy latte from starbucks, croissant, fresh oj, a bouquet of fall flowers and two cards (one just words, one with music) and present them to you upon her return. (yes, i cried. talk about supersensitive. i just love being loved by her.)

and now i had to ruin this perfectly gross/obnoxious post by getting all sappy. again.

would it make you feel any better if i told you that the honeymoon phase of holly and i both being unemployed and home all day together (except when she’s in class) is over?

how do you know when the honeymoon phase is over, you ask? probably when your partner tells you she’s gonna put you in a “sleeper hold,” which is apparently some kind of dorkyass navy headlock (she was in the navy reserves for 11 years). she thinks it’ll quiet me down. haha. yeah, right, babe. gonna take more than a headlock to quiet my ass down.

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The word pride is used in this case an antonym for shame, which has been used to control and oppress LGBT persons throughout history. Pride in this sense is an affirmation of ones self and the community as a whole. The modern “pride” movement began after the “Stonewall riots” in 1969. Instead of backing down to unconstitutional raids by New York Police, gay people in local bars fought back. While it was a violent situation it also gave the underground community the first sense of communal pride in a very well publicized incident. From the yearly parade that commemorated the anniversary of the Stonewall riots began a national grassroots movement. Today many countries around the world celebrate LGBT pride. The pride movement has furthered the cause of gay rights by lobbying politicians, registering voters and increasing visibility to educate on issues important to LGBT communities. LGBT pride advocates work for equal “rights and benefits” for LGBT people.

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She’s 18 An Outrageously Nasty

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reBlog ALERT- California Cry &#8211; Time is of the Essence &#8211; Help needed- Call Now

 Melanie on Lez Get real:-

The very same culprits who passed Proposition 8, with all their Mormon funding, individual hate and corporate dollars threatening yet again, are now flooding the Governor with calls to block the Marriage Recognition and Family Protection Act.  Co-sponsored by our colleagues at Equality California and Sen. Mark Leno, SB 54, the Marriage Recognition and Family Protection Act, clarifies where marriages of same-sex couples performed in other states and countries stand in California.  ALERT- California Cry – Time is of the Essence – Help needed- Call Now, Sep 2009

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Lezbros

I read a blog by Grace Gatsby regarding Lezbros. Grace defines Lezbros as :
a lesbian’s cool, straight male friends, which (for the most part) see us as more of a wing(wo)man rather than a potential porno fantasy. Lezbros are every lady’s dream come true, right? No muss, no fuss friendships with none of that messy, “is it real date?” nonsense. Plus, you have someone to gossip with outside of your entourage and someone to go girl-watching with.

This is a new term for me. I am thrilled to have found an apt descriptor for the many important men in my life. Though Grace implied in her blog that the role of Lezbros is an emerging phenomenon, I would argue that it is as common and long standing as the f@g hag. Picasso loved attending the weekly salons at Gertrude Stein and Alice B. Toklas’ flat. I’m sure it wasn’t just Alice’s magical  brownies influencing his perception of the experience. Picasso was a Lezbro.

When I referenced Google for Lezbros, I found a documentary on the Logo channel that opens the Lezbro field (thankfully) to all men who have an affinity for lesbians, regardless of sexual orientation.

To forego the many benefits of friendship with men due to sexual orientation seems absurd. When I pause to ponder the men who have been influential in my life, the ones that I love like family (or who are family), I realize that there have been hundreds of them over the years. From early childhood onward, there have always been males within my inner circle of friends. My two closest friends in Atlanta are male. I have my gay husband, Bill, and Tony, who is like a brother. They keep me sane.  They keep me grounded.  They call me on my melodramatic theatrics and put up with my periodic fits of nonsense.  My world would have signifcantly less sparkle and glow without my guys.

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A little courage in a small Texas town

I  went to college in Texas – San Antonio in fact.  Spent 4 1/2 years there and gladly called it home at the time.  My partner and I called Houston home for 2 years.  Both cities have a thriving if not quaint gay population.  But drive a few hours over to a small east texas town called Tyler or neighboring Lindale – and you get a different tale.  Very conservative, very bible belt and extremely homophobic.  I think I would go so far as to say the very word “gay” is not even utter in single breath in that town (okay maybe I am exaggerating but you get the point) – it isn’t very welcoming to gay people at all.

Tyler Texas - Project TAG

In comes the AIDS service organization Project TAG (Tyler Area Gays) who decided to do a small part to introducing this community to the word “gay.”  What did they do – they adopted a highway.  We all have seen the signs, church groups, fraternities, lodges – adopt a section of a highway, clean it up and get their name put on a sign on that stretch of road.  Project TAG sought to do this with the idea of getting the word “gay” out in public in their community.  The hope – to desensitize the area about what is and is not “gay” and to get the community talking.  Will it work…only time will tell.  But I think it’s a great way to not only do a service for your community but to show how  LGBT people have the same civic and community goals as anyone else and oh by the way; they live in your town too!!

Way to go Project TAG – that takes a lot of courage in this little small east Texas town.

Thomas