Yesterday 2 gays and I had separate conversations about their voting plans - both are voting for McCain. And strangely, both conversations were exactly (literally) the same. When I asked why they were voting for McCain, both told me "Obama wants to spread the wealth." This is not true and here are the facts.
When I asked both what they thought about their rights as a homosexual male under each nominee, both, BOTH said, "I don't really care. I don't want to get married and I'm never having kids, so it doesn't really affect me." Wow. How selfless of them.
Unfortunately, I told them, it does affect those who do want it - those who threw rocks at cops in 1969 and organized marches; those who made it possible for you to come out to your family and friends; you know those who fought to see to it that your faggot ass could walk down the streets with your head held high - so that you could be PROUD of who you are. Ever think of that?? The fact is you are a gay man and, like it or not, you owe those people respect. They, like I, would like to be treated as equals in this country. We would like the RIGHT to marry whether we personally want to or not. We want the OPTION to adopt and raise a child. We want TO KNOW, emphatically, that the person who beats us (or those we love) to a pulp or, possibly, to death will be held accountable with a hate crime. Voting to see all of those moving in the right direction might be something you want to think about before pulling that lever. Here's the difference between the two candidates.
Anyways...vote for the person you think is best. Vote for the person who will take care of you personally and not the rest of us. It's gotten us to a really good place so far, hasn't it?
Went to the Apollo last night to see k.d. lang and was blown away. She has one of my favorite female voices and when I listen to her music I'm instantly put at ease. Who knew that hearing her live would be even better? Seriously, her voice was crystal clear, extremely powerful and moving - I teared up twice and finally let the waterworks run when she sang Leonard Cohen's "Hallelujah". I was a mess.
If you get the chance to see her, by all means do. The experience was unforgettable for me.
I am a huge Keith Haring fan. HUGE! My love for Keith began at the young age of 12 when I was taking the train into NYC and going to HB Studios, and while waiting for the subways I noticed his chalk drawings in the empty ad spaces. I remember watching Live at 5 on NBC and Sue Simmons announced that Keith had been arrested for vandalism. This became a newsworthy story after his notoriety began - his arrests before that went practically unnoticed. The underground artist was quickly becoming the city's new favorite celeb.
A new documentary about him is opening this week and my boo-tay is gonna be one of the first to see it.
I loves it when David Alan Grier plays Maya Angelou. Last night on the Chocolate News, Maya is being interviewed in her garden and when asked what she will say if she's asked to speak at the inauguration of Barrack Obama, she stands and recites the following: "Mister Obama, Like a fresh breeze, you have risen above the painful experiential sense-memory of the past. You have a mega mulatto choke-hold on the American Dream Uplifting every imaginable race, creed, cult, culture, ETH-NI-CI-TY, and religion that comprise the brilliant tapestry of this hallowed union. The rabbi, the priest, the minister, the imam, the crack-head, the hustler, the buxom blonde, the bubble-butt brown beauty, all those who walk into a bar, where everyone knows your name, applaud your virtuous victory. I christen you Hosanna, Obama. Brown-bama, dark angle, black knight I pronounce you prince, king, pharaoh. Obama, as your spiritual mama, I bid you good morning, good afternoon, good evening, and sweet dreams - Happy birthday Mr. President. Freedom!
(and then they release the doves)"
She then sits.
When asked if she's written a poem for John McCain on his inauguration she stands and recites the following:
Had dinner last night in an old-school Mexican restaurant called The Gardens of Taxco which only serves a pre-fixe dinner. It was kinda like eating at a wedding or quinceanera. There are no menus, their specialty was mole, and the magaritas are made, methinks, with peach nectar, tequila, and cheap champagne. I found the restaurant by way of Urbanspoon (note to self: don't always believe the customer reviews...)
Today, I pick up Scott, Erik and Ron at the airport, eat lunch at Chin Chin, check into The Sunset Marquis for the weekend, shop, eat dinner in downtown L.A., and see 9 to 5 (still sooooo excited...).
I saw John Lithgow on Broadway in M.Butterfly back in 1988. The play also starred B.D. Wong and was one of the most amazing things I had ever seen - from the writing, to the direction and, most importantly, the genius acting of both actors told the story beautifully. John Lithgow amazed me and was nominated for a Tony Award as Best Actor in a Play (as was B.D. Wong - who won).
20 years later I was fortunate enough to see him on again on stage in the brilliant revival of Arthur Miller's All My Sons. His performance not only amazed me, but moved me to tears, as the guilt-ridden, denial plagued Joe Keller. In fact, almost all the performances in this show are stunning - Dianne Wiest plays her denial and anger to the hilt as Joe's wife Kate, Christian Carmago breathes anger and fleeting forgiveness into former neighbor George, and Patrick Wilson give a passioned and multi-layered performance as Joe and Kate's surviving son Chris. Even the multi-media that plays throughout the play by way of slides and film becomes it's own character - the use of the always present window is extremely ominous.
The only weak link of this incredible production is, unfortunately, Katie Holmes as George's sister Ann. While I think Katie Holmes is a good film actress, she has a lot of work to do with learning the art of stagecraft. Throughout the show she pushes her lines (mostly by screaming them out), tenses her body, and generally tries way too hard to emote. I didn't know what she was feeling about anything she spoke about and cringed when she "cries" in a scene with Dianne Wiest. That all being said, I was really disappointed because I was rooting for her (as a person) - I truly wanted Katie to show that she can do something other than films and posing with her daughter and husband.
NICK AND NORAH'S INFINITE PLAYLIST
I LOVE this movie. LOve, love, love , love, love. Michael Cera and Kat Dennings as Nick and Norah totally rock (and I kinda want them to be a couple off-screen), Ari Graynor is the perfect drunk girl complete with the vomiting and the empty promises, and Nick's best friends happen to be 2 gay guys whom I totally want to know (Aaron Yoo and dreamy Rafi Gavron).
The soundtrack is perfect (bought it on iTunes immediately after), the locations are perfect, even the fake band "Where Is Fluffy" is something I googled today hoping it might possibly be based on an actual band.