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OUT WITH THE OLD:

AND IN WITH THE NEW:

For those of you who know me and know me well, this is a major leap-into-happiness for me. Granted, my job at AOL served me well and was a great first job to have right out of college. Without it I would have never met my beloved co-workers, especially Kenny. Without him I wouldn’t have had the chance to write the clips that got me my new job (as online editor of The Washington Blade, have you heard?). My inner gay man would only be at, oh, 85% instead of it’s full potential.

A lot of amazing things have happened surrounding my recent hiring. The new Rufus album made its way into my ears, and I am gloriously in love with it, especially two songs: “Going to a Town” and “Release the Stars.” You can hear the former on his MySpace page. This plucks of the violin match those on my heartstrings. He chastises the country with these lyrics: I’ve got a life to lead, America and I’m so tired of America and Tell me: Do you really think you go to hell for having love? Amen, sista. I feel like I’ve had an epiphany, and that my life’s purpose is now set out in front of me — I will not rest until gays, and subsequently at least five out of the top 10 people that I love and care about most in this world, have the same rights that I do. And during these last two weeks at AOL, I will watch the KCRW Morning Becomes Eclectic Rufus Wainwright live performance at least three times a day. It had me weeping at my desk this morning. Just look at the way he holds that cigarette. I could die:

I want to be that cigarette – delicately held and breathed in.
On top of all of this, I rented The Laramie Project last week and finally got around to watching it yesterday, which was appropriate because the House passed hate crimes legislation! It’s going to get veto-ed, I know, I know, but I still rejoicing and chastised the dems who voted against it. I spent all of last night crying on my couch while watching this film. The way they handled Matthew Shepard’s story, by description, sounded cheesy to me — famous actors would say the words that real people of Laramie said in interviews. So the movie starts off with Camryn Manheim reciting something someone else said. But the way they did it told the story so well, and I got over the fact that the only real eyewitness to the boys leaving the bar was being portrayed by Pacey Witter. My mission is clear!

Tags: rufus wainwright | gay rights | washington blade | matthew shepard