Bursting the Bubble

Despite my parents’ wishes and my own fiscal conservatism, I’ve decided to vote for Obama this year. Go gay and vote Obama.

Also, completely unrelated, I want this for my birthday.

Thanks, Queerty.

This weekend will mark my first official Michigan Pride Festival (I did stumble on the Parisian Gay Pride parade while in Europe, participated in MSU Pride twice, Motor City Pride a few weeks ago and the lamest pride of all in Ecuador which mostly consisted of me going to a very uncrowded bar.)

We have quite a bit to celebrate this year, after the Californian supreme support we recieved, not to mention how mainstream gay culture has become between YouTube, Bravo and (gag) Tila Tequila.

Korey and I are pretty excited and getting others to hop on the fagwagon and spend the day at the festival, the march and then the gay bar gay bar after for some no doubt sloppy dancing. (I’ll also be relieving the volunteers at the Coalition for Adoption Rights Equality–CARE– a few times during the festival.)

I also personally have quite a bit to be happy about considering I’m now out to the entire family (save my grandparents–which is for my mom’s sake, not mine), confident and proud of who am. And I’m surrounded by great supportive friends, both gay and straight. Not to mention, I’m a fantastic dresser.

All we need to pray for now is good weather and hopefully some rainbows.

(Send your favorite fag/dyke a special eCard for pride!)

So it’s time for my favorite things right now:

1. My new Kate Moss T-shirt.

On it’s way from Massachusetts via eBay.

2. Family gay night

It was a huge hit this week. Complete with lesbians and fagnets galore.

3. Pay Day

TGIF!

4. Projects!

My room was in dire need of some redecorating. So I spent about 100 dollars on supplies to spray paint, mosaic, paint, frame and spruce up the room. Expect pictures when it’s all done. These Jordan-made photoshop creations are the albeit tacky exceptional inspirations for my room. Don’t worry, I’m not going to seizure. It’s gets toned down a bit after being rasterbated.

5. Interview magazine.

It’s been a favorite of mine for a few months now. They’re really stepping up their game. But this last issue with coverboy Marc Jacobs all Warholed out for the Warhol tribute issue. (Warhol started the magazine.) Pick it up. And let’s count Marc on three magazine covers in the past 4 months or so. (Interview, OUT, Arena HOMME+)

Read this from Jezebel/LA Times.

Congrats to everyone in California! Read here.

I use the term a little more loosely than Urban Dictionary would. The definitions are pretty negative. They include falling in love with gay guys, trying to turn them straight, preferring the company of gay men over girls and straight men, etc.

When I think of a hag, I think of a best friend. I once wrote a story where I said “It’s like everything about the best relationship except the sex.” I don’t think of a crazy queer-wannabe who plans to be the President of PFLAG whether their kid turns out gay or not.

To be honest, I don’t think being a hag is really bad, after all, we’ll take all the support we can get. But that term doesn’t really fit my girls… I think because instead of seeking me out, they were the ones who were sought. Like Cara, for instance, who has never once been to Spiral but at several points last night was hanging out with two, three or even four moes at once. She’s definitely a little more Grace (W&G) than Deb (QAF). Or Rachel, who’s definitely a reformed hag (she even hooked up gays in high school), but will never get away from the gays because we (me, her dog, maybe even her cute little brother?) love her too much. She wouldn’t get 100 “Hey girlfriend“s walking through the pride parade, but definitely 100 “Who’s that?”s and maybe a few “Fabulous!“s.

So I’m proposing a new term, for the girls who are too fabulous to seek out the gays, to those who don’t want a GBF, but have one and can be picky in her Manolos instead of making (out) nice with every twink she meets in her drag-inspired stripper heels. Her gay friends are smart, successful and well-dressed, not half-naked go-go dancers in A&F cargos and flip-flops.

She’s the fagnet. The moes are just way too attracted to her like moths to a flamer. And it’s usually her slingbacks, not her genetalia.

Found out about this little video game, via Pinkisthenewblog.

My guest appearance with Korella DeVylle on 5Awesome Gays!

Well, as you all know, I’ve been trying to gay up my summer as much as possible. I went to Motor City Pride in Ferndale, which I’ll talk about later this week. I live with with a seven on the gay scale, Korey. (haha - I’m only a six.) I’m openly exposing my major queer crushes on lesbians and even going on a few dates here and there (not with lesbians).

Last night, we instituted Family Gay Night which is really just meant, Korey, his boyfriend, Mike and I went to the bar and drank until I was so drunk that some girl was able to convince me to register to vote in East Lansing… yeah (also, I think I’ve convinced myself I have to vote for Obama… sorry Mom and Dad). Anyway, it’s a new institution and I think it’s going to work out well. Get a few moes, some boes and throw in a hag or two here and there and you have Family Gay Night. Last nights gay game was numbers, an easy enough drinking game that mostly involves guessing a number between one and 15.

Hopefully next week it’ll be something like strip poker. Or Mall Madness, if I can get a hold of one because I haven’t played it since I was seven and I think I’d be a lot better at it now. I’ll be searching ebay.

Family Gay Night is a great way of spreading the love and if it gets big enough, maybe we’ll even spread a few mildly-annoying-yet-not-deadly STDs. Michigan (Lansing) Pride is at the end of the month so we’ll be doing some recruiting. I’d like to have at least one lipstick lesbian and a drag queen added to the list of regulars so if you think you’ll fit the bill, apply.