Archive for June, 2007

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ladies. all the ladies.

June 27, 2007

My friend Lexi posted a good blog about how women get shat on all of the time. It’s true. I want to talk about what happened to one of my best friends the other night.

She was dog-sitting for our friend at the corner of Sherman and Euclid Sts. NW. Her date dropped her off at 11 p.m. and went to go find parking. She since she was walking less than a block to our friend’s door, went ahead to let the dog out. Instead, five teenagers, two girls and three guys, attacked her. The girl punched her in the head and tried to rip her purse from her. She says that she’d have rather let them knock her teeth out than give up her iPod (part of the badass attitude I love about her). They kicked her face in a bunch of times. The whole time, she’s screaming “MICHAEL! MICHAEL!” (her friend’s name). Finally, he comes running and the kids scatter … and her entire chin is bruised, her forehead has swelled, and her elbow is completely banged up.

The next day, yesterday, I’m walking the dog with her and our male friend after a few drinks. We get around the corner onto Euclid and … one of the kids who attacked her is sitting RIGHT THERE. Right where it happened, on a stoop. Our male friend calls the police, we stand around the corner and wait for them to come. They arrive and walk her down to identify the victim, who they CUFF RIGHT THERE in front of the entire street and all of the people who have come out of their apartments and houses to see what’s happening. So, everyone saw her face. Great job.

They cart the dude and her off to the police station and now she can’t pupsit anymore and she’s scared and I. AM. PISSED. This happened because she’s a white-looking woman. Other WOMEN did this to her. How could you do that to someone who every day faces catcalls, discrimination and the unfortunate-but-still-true disadvantage that comes with having a vagina in this world? She’s not privileged, she works her ass off, she’s had, at points, a rough life, and she’s come out tough and amazing because of it. And you shit all over that, other women, because you’re angry at something that has nothing to do with her. I am pissed. When are women going to realize that we need each other?

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why did i not think of this sooner?

June 18, 2007

me: aw, lets just get married please
mrkyletaylor: um…
OK!
and we can both be allowed to sleep with other men
me: but we get to sleep in the same bed at night
mrkyletaylor: PERFECT

you’re damn right it’s perfect.

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this photo made me cry today.

June 15, 2007

Thanks, Andrew Sullivan!
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suckin’ too hard on my Mika-pop

June 13, 2007

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Some gays may be mad at Mika for refusing to answer ever-looming questions about his sexuality. He’s “come out” only to say that he wants a gay following and that the hype should be based on his music and not which gender he’d prefer to go home with. His ‘Gay/Post-Gay/Not Gay?’ cover of Out Magazine left a lot of people with a lot of time on their hands disappointed — a top-billed feature in a gay mag should’ve given us some answers.

I saw Mika last night at the club. Maybe I want him to be gay so that my attraction to him can morph into mere admiration. Maybe I want him to be straight so that he defies stereotypes and, well, marries me. Because Mika’s show was possibly the gayest thing I’ve ever seen — besides Rufus Wainwright getting crucified as the gay messiah.

Before doors opened, two Dorothy-like girls in blonde wigs and poufy dresses distributed lollipops to the crowd. Mika wore light green pants, a white T-shirt and suspenders that hung around his waist. He hopped around, curls bobbing, and sang the pop-liscious hits everyone had come to hear. There was nothing sexual about his performance; in fact, it was juvenile and playful. The crowd — consisting mostly of young girls and older gay men — was there to have fun, dance hard, suck on their lollipops and sing along.

He began, silhouetted in smoke, with “Relax (Take it Easy).” A larger-framed black woman grinded with him during “Big Girl (You Are Beautiful)” and it was AMAZING and so sexy. He ended with “Lollipop,” and balloons and confetti showered the crowd. The audience consisted mostly of beautiful teenage girls, handsome gay men, and twentysomething fag hags. I was surrounded by my delicious girlfriends, Kenny and Scott (the best-looking couple in D.C.), and Dave, the love of my life.

So, I guess I don’t care about Mika’s orientation. His Jackson 5 and Eurythmics cover choices and the fact that he made me cry with his song “Happy Ending” help me lean in a certain direction, but it really doesn’t matter anymore. It should be all about his performance, and, after last night, it definitely is. Oh man, listen to “Happy Ending.” It’s just so. so good.

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