I Didn't Say It...........

Andrew Pierce, editor of the UK's Daily Mail, on Elton John and David Furnish having a child:

"I can’t help feeling that his decision to become a father is another grotesque act of selfishness from Sir Elton, and that the child is a little Christmas bauble he and his partner have awarded themselves. How telling it is that he was born on Christmas Day....He [Sir Elton] is also an aging, pampered, self-indulgent millionaire—look at the absurd names he and Furnish have given the poor child, for heaven’s sake! And it is the nagging suspicion that Elton—a man who is by nature an obsessive—has simply acquired a son to satisfy his latest fixation that I find repellent....[But] let me make my position clear. I am a gay man and I believe same sex couples should be allowed to adopt or have their own children—although I think that in ideal ­circumstances a child should be brought up by a mother and father."

And, as a gay man, you should be celebrating the fact that these two men want to raise a child together and not spend time speculating on the reasons why.

Maybe they just want to be parents.

Dan Savage, on GOProud:

"GOProud isn't a pro-gay rights organization, they're an organization of gay quislings and useful idiots that help to window-dress the Republican party which is really still rabidly anti-gay to it's core. It's a little window dressing, a little gay window dressing, that allows them to appeal to moderates perhaps and independents as being less bigoted than the Republican party actually is."

Nicely put, as usual, from Dan Savage.

GOProud seems to exist merely to placate the LGBT community in relation tot he GOP, but I don't think we need placating, we need equality.

Anthony Verdugo, founder of Florida's Christian Family Coalition, on the DADT repeal:

"It is a tragic day for our nation when legitimizing sodomy is preferred over the morale and combat-readiness of America's military. Sadly, those who voted to repeal DADT don’t know that although they won this battle, they have lost the war. The movement to support our Armed Forces is more powerful than ever and will continue to build strength until we win. This cowardly political betrayal of America's service men and women will not be forgotten on Election Day."

Wow.

Where to begin?

Um, gay men and women want to serve in the military, risking their lives, so they can have sex with other men and women?

Um, they can do that anywhere.

Gay men and women want to serve their country for the same reasons that straight men and women do, and it has nothing to do with sex.

Asshat.

Reichen Lehmkuhl, of the 'reality' show The A List, responding to the editor of Next Magazine, who says that each "cringe-worthy" episode of the Logo show probably canceled out 100 'It Gets Better' videos":

"I don't appreciate your bullying words. You can save your 'vapid queens' comment for, well, no one. I can't even imagine speaking this way about other human beings. That you would reduce my existence to someone who is a 'vapid queen' says more about what you don't know about me, along with the kind of person you must be. Is this seriously how a 'senior editor' at a magazine talks about people?"

Oh, to be a D-list pseudo celebrity who takes umbrage at being called a vapid queen when, if you've seen five minutes of the show, you realize he is a vain, vapid, egotistical, self-indulgent, gym rat, glamor boy wannabe

Vapid is just the first step.

Mama Grizzly Bore, on her 'reality' show, talking about conservation, as she chainsawed a tree:

"Conservationists write me these nasty letters because I support an industry like this. They write me these nasty letters using their pretty little pencils on their pretty little stationery not realizing. Where do you think your pencil and your piece of paper came from, people? It came from a tree that was harvested."

Okay, MGB, I guess by your logic, oil spills are okay because we drive cars, and so we shouldn't complain.

Maybe, just maybe, if you pull your self-involved head out of your self-involved ass, you might realize that conservationists are just looking at different ways to do things other than destroying our environment.

Seriously, MGB, you are the dumbest human being ever.

Newly elected Hawaii Governor Neil Abercrombie, on Birthers:

"It's an insult to his mother and to his father, and I knew his mother and father; they were my friends, and I have an emotional interest in that. It's an emotional insult. It is disrespectful to the president; it is disrespectful to the office. What bothers me is that some people who should know better are trying to use this for political reasons. Maybe I'm the only one in the country that could look you right in the eye right now and tell you, 'I was here when that baby was born.'"

While I appreciate his efforts, no one, and I mean no one, is going to convince anyone who thinks Obama wasn't born in this country that was he was born here.

Stupid goes all the way to the bone.

Richard Chamberlain, on gay male actors staying closeted:

actor to come out."

Hmm, Dick? May I call you Dick, because you're talking like a dick.

The reason there is still such homophobia in this country is because gay men and women are in the closet.

That ignorance of what gay men and women are is what feeds the homophobia and the fear.

Better that we all come out and show the world that we are just like everyone else--only a wee bit more fabulous!

Free Opinions, No Waiting

Well, I had a follow-up visit with the doctor for my Shingles, and it was, all in all, a good report. It's been roughly two-and-a-half-weeks since they began, and I am getting better every day.
The scabs on my face are dropping like flies, although the original one, right above my right eyebrow, is taking it's sweet time to depart. I have been off work since the 17th of December due to the fact that Shingles is contagious, but more importantly due to the fact that i look like someone took a baseball bat to my head. I should be able to return to work next week--fingers crosses, and I can't believe I'm saying that but I am bored out of my mind.
I have one more follow-up in two weeks, though, and hopefully, this madness will be nothing but a dim memory.


That wacky Pat Robertson believes god sent the blizzard to the northeast because god wanted to keep the gays from going out and doing gay things.
Note to Pat: We can stay in and do gay things.
Note # 2 to Pat: What about the straight folks that were hampered by the blizzard? Was god pissed at them because they were gonna do straight stuff?
Seriously, anyone who finds this wingnut even remotely Christ-like needs to have their faith examined.


Mama Grizzly Bore is talking again about her gaffe over the summer when she Tweeted the here-to0-fore non-existent word "refudiate." On her "reality" show, AKA paid political program, she  maintained that it was a typo, that her hand slipped off the 'p'in repudiate and landed on the 'f' key.
Sound logic except for the notion that the 'p' nowhere near the 'f' key unless you have thumbs the size of a loaf of bread, or you're just a dumbass.
I think MGB falls into the later, since before the 'refudiated' Tweet, she actually used the word 'refudiate' on Faux News.
Stupid is as stupid does.



I saw a bit of The Kennedy Center Honors the other night. Paul McCartney was honored, along with Bill T Jones, Merle Haggard, Jerry Herman and, well, Big Fat Headed Oprah.
All the tributes were fun and joyous. The McCartney one was filled with old Beatles tunes, and the Jerry Herman salute was all Broadway all the time, and featured my Boyfriend-In-My-Head, Matt Bomer. The Bill T Jones tribute was a spectacular salute to dance and choreography and triumph of will. Merle Haggard, well, I am not much of a fan, but a little Sheryl Crow with Willie nelson was a welcome treat.
The there was O.
Sitting up in the balcony like a Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade balloon. Bloated and egotistical, and responding to the tribute like it was expected, and deserved, and not an honor.
The sheer ego of that woman is obnoxious. But, she did trot out her beard, Steadman, while her husband Gayle was seated down on the main floor with the common folk.


Lots of ignorant people, and by ignorant people, I mean the New York Post, commenting on Elton John and his partner, David Furnish, becoming parents on Christmas Day. The Post actually titled their story, "Elton & Wife Proud Dads."
Ignorance.
And then Andrew Pierce, some wingnut columnist, decided to take Elton John  to task for having the child, via surrogate, because he knows that Elton only wants the child as an accessory, and only wants the child for show. He even went so far as to mock the child's name: Zachary Jackson Levon Furnish-John.
Hey people? Maybe Elton and David wanted to be parents, and that's all.

Target Is Still Funding Hate

I am still over the moon about the repeal of DADT. I feel like it's a giant step along the Yellow brick road toward full equality for LGBT Americans, and it gives me such hope for the future. A future when gay men can marry, or not marry, if they choose, a future where an LGBT person cannot be fired, or evicted, or discriminated against simple for being themselves.

Hope is good, until reality sets it. And reality has reared it's ugly head at Target again.

Y'all remember when Target got nailed for donating money to a PAC [Political Action Committee] that then donated money to a rabidly anti-gay politician, Tom Emmer, who then gave some of his money to a "Christian" rock band who believes the moral thing to do is Kill The Gays?

And, I'm sure you remember when Target apologized, to it's employees, and not the LGBT community, for it's donations. And then, in the face of continued boycotts against the corporate giant, Target CEO Gregg Steinhafel vowed to work with the Human Rights Campaign [HRC] to repair their tarnished image.  That is, until he changed his mind and stopped working with the HRC.

Now, according to documents filed with the FEC last October, comes the news that Target is still donating money to several anti-gay politicians, even after Gregg Steinhafel apologized, even after Gregg Steinhafel vowed to reform the corporate review process for future political donations. In fact, some of these anti-gay politicians cashing donation checks from Target are some of the same anti-gay politicians the company had already been criticized for supporting. 

It was back in August that Steinhafel released a statement, apologizing for how Target's decision had affected many "in a way I did not anticipate." In fact, Steinhafel also wrote that "… later this fall, Target will take a leadership role in bringing together a group of companies and partner organizations for a dialogue focused on diversity and inclusion in the workplace, including GLBT issues." 

In the fall.

Well, by October, Target was back to funding anti-gay politicians. 

The updated Federal Election Commission [FEC] database coughed up filings that Target has continued to make significant political donations, the majority of which went to anti-gay equality politicians. In fact, shortly after Gregg Steinhafel's August 5 mea culpa letter, Target's PAC recorded $41,200 in federal election activity. Of that total, $31,200 went to anti-gay rights politicians or PACs supporting those candidates. 

To be fair, I guess, supporters of gay equality did get some money: in September, Target PAC gave $1,000 to Chuck Schumer. Still, it seems a little lopsided though, doesn't it? Thirty-thousand to anti-gay politicians and just $1,000 to a pro-equality candidate. But, just to even things out, I guess, on the heels of that $1,000 to Schumer, Target PAC donated the same amount to Kelly Ayotte who opposes both gay marriage and same sex adoption.

Target PAC also donated money to Spencer Bachus, who voted to ban same-sex adoption, while in Michigan, David Camp, who supports a Constitutional Amendment banning same-sex marriage and voted against protecting gays from job discrimination based on sexual orientation, also reported money received from Target. All through the fall--and remember, it was Steinhafel who said Target would work through the fall with the LGBT community to repair its image--Target PAC donated thousands of dollars to Michael Crapo and Dave Reichert, both of whom support anti-gay Constitutional amendments, and Rob Portman, a supporter of banning gays from adopting. 

In addition, after Gregg Steinhafel's 'pledge,' Target PAC sent money to other PACs, like $8,500 to Every Republican is Crucial PAC, Freedom and Security PAC and the Majority Committee PAC, all three supporters of both Michele Bachmann and Roy Blunt. 

Way to work with the LGBT community Gregg!

But what is most sickening is that some of the very candidates Target was initially criticized over for donating to their campaigns back in July, namely John Kline and Erik Paulsen, is the idea that Target continues to fund both of these vehemently anti-gay equality candidates. 

Erik Paulsen, a former Target employee and a friend to Focus on the Family's James Dobson, recently voted against the DADT repeal, and has come out against classifying anti-gay attacks as hate crimes. 

John Kline, on the other hand, received the maximum donation possible from Target, some $5,000, back in September. Kline is, of course, anti-gay marriage, but he has also voted against prohibiting job discrimination based on sexual orientation and against treating anti-gay attacks as hate crimes. In fact, Kline goes above and beyond the call of bigot whenever he gets the chance. In 2009, John Kline added his name as a plaintiff to a lawsuit filed against the District of Columbia Board of Elections and Ethics demanding a voter referendum on banning gay marriage, signing alongside such homophobes and haters as John Boehner, Eric Cantor, John Boozman, and Michele Bachmann. 

Target sure knows how to pick 'em.

And, sad to say, when asked about these massive donations to anti-gay politicians, versus the thousand bucks to Chuck Shumer, Target has nothing to say. It seems that Target puts its money where its mouth is, and the LGBT ought to do the same by continuing a boycott of Target and all of it's anti-gay politicians.

We've made a step along the road toward full equality, with the repeal of DADT, but we need to continue to fight those who fight us. we need to stand up to those who choose to fund hate with our money. And let's be clear, if you shop at Target, you are donating money to anti-gay politicians, and I don't think you want that.

I think we want equality.

Now.

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What I Missed...

I picked a helluva couple of weeks to be sick. I missed so much; so many things I would have had something to talk about.
Damn.
Still.........

No more DADT, Finally, the United States takes a giant leap away from Discriminationville and realizes that LGBT Americans deserve the same rights as all Americans. It was also nice to see our elected officials doing the job for which they were elected, and not playing the usual BS games of party lines and politics. The one thing I miss about the repeal of DADT?
I would have loved to have seen John McCain's head explode as the vote came in. I would have loved to have seen him eat all those studies, and his own words, about wanting the repeal, when it is quite clear that he is a homophobic bigot of epic proportions.
You lost, McCain. Feels like 2008 all over again, doesn't it?

Mama Grizzly Bear was awarded MediaMatters Misinformation Award for being an illiterate dumbass who says whatever she wants and calls it the truth because she said it.
Death panels! Remember that old chestnut. She said Obamacare would pick and choose who gets to live.
FoxNews! She joined that bastion of all that is fair and balanced, along with fellow wingnuts and presidential wannabes Mike Huckabee, and the serial adulterer New Gingrich.
The oil spill! She said Obama didn't care about it. Drill, baby, drill!
The stimulus! She said it didn't work, but, um, what about eh stimulus money she took for Alaska, and all the independent studies that showed the stimulus did, in fact, help. Not so, because The Bore says not so.
The Circus Tent Show with recovering drug addict Glenn Beck! 'Nuff said.
Refudiate! Just when you thought no one could mangle the English language worse that W, along comes MGB, who uses the kerfuffle to compare herself to William Shakespeare!
So, if you don't want the truth, but just want the MGB version, look no further than the Misinformer Of The Year!

I also missed the annual Christmas tour of lights here in Smallville.
Some folks go all out with these gorgeous light displays on their centuries old homes, garland streaming from the verandas, Christmas trees in every room, silver and gold glistening all over town.
Then there are the Smallvillians who take a string of lights out of a box in the garage, throw it into an oak tree, turn it on and call it Christmas.

Camille soon-to-be-ex-Grammer's dinner party, on The Real Housewives of Beverly Hills, with nutjob psychic and sidekick Allison DuBois who chained smoked a fake cigarette and bashed everyone who wasn't Camille.
And then the following episode where balloon-lipped Taylor was trying on Roaring Twenties costumes for her Roaring Twenties party and literally cringed in horror when her stylist asked if she'd wear costume jewelry.

Spike getting Knifed, literally and figuratively, on Top Chef: All-Stars. Did he not see last season? Did he not know that Angelo doesn't play fair? And why wasn't Jamie forced to serve her rock hard chickpeas? I mean, she didn't even serve a dish and yet she wasn't Knifed. Between that and her "stitches" a couple of weeks back, Jamie is getting the I Don't Have To Cook To Win This Thing edit.

The Fashion Show started off strong. I liked the idea of the two houses competing against one another, and the designers seemed to be rather talented--some more than others of course. And then there was Calvin, the Diva Bitch Designer From Hell to add drama, and stern taskmaster Iman to keep me seated at all times.
But in the last couple of weeks the designers have lost all sense of design and it is veering dangerously close to The Fashion No of last season.
Why, oh why, is Calvin, who has won nothing, won't work with the other designers, and is mostly unintelligible, still on the show?
Iman? Anyone?

And what about the nun who was excommunicated because she allowed an abortion to be performed on a woman when it was clear that both mother and unborn child would die without it?
The Catholic wingnuts went crazy over that, and yet I sat and wondered, Where was the excommunication rule when priests were fucking little boys?
Is the Church saying child rape is okay, but abortion is just not?

I picked a helluva couple of weeks to be sick. Oy!

After.....

I'm starting to feel like my old self again, you know, sarcastic, dramatic, annoying, so I must be truly on the mend. I have the use of both eyes now, though I have some very unattractive scabs along the bridge of my nose which make it hard for me to wear my glasses. The swelling is gone, but I look like I've been hit by a truck, at least from the right eye up.
It's always something.
Last Friday I made my first trip out of the house in over a week when Carlos and I ran down to WalMart for a couple of things we'd forgotten for the weekend. I bundled up, and pulled a knit cap down over my forehead, though you could still see the scab ring around my eye. I was petrified I'd end up on 'Peopele Of WalMart'! But we were in and out and I saw no one I knew.
Saturday morning, after some coffee and gift exchanges, I once again bundled up, though this time I left the knit cap at home and tied a red bandanna around my head, covering my wounds, and we went down to the Round-The-Way-Gays, Neal and David's, for a Christmas breakfast. We had a great meal and a lovely visit, and my fashionable headwrap was quite the hit, if I do say so my self.
Then it was back home, and resting, until it was time to prepare our dinner. We had a simple meal of baked ham, with roasted brussel sprouts, and rosemary roasted potatoes, with Carlois' special homemade cranberry sauce and his pumpkin cheesecake for dessert. It was such a lovely mellow, do-nothing sort of day.
There had been talk all week of snow in Smallville for Christmas, but, as usual, we're a day late. We had a White Day After Christmas. We woke up to snow all around and snow falling for most of the day. Ozzo went out, and came right back in; he's not a fan of icy feet, unless of course the icy feet are running after his ball, so Carlos took him out several times for him to get some, um, things done.
We drove down into Columbia to run a couple of errands, taking the back roads, and it was such a pretty drive, with everything white and Day After Christmas-y. We get about one snowfall a year, and it sends most of the area into a tizzy. What to do? Where to go? What about church? Is it open? And if it isn't--and most weren't--would God want us to After Christmas Sale?
Carlos and I hit the grocery store, and then came back home for naps.
And that was Christmas in Smallville. Just peaceful, and healing, and snowing, and relaxing, and lovely,
How about you?

Sunday Funnies: DADT-B-Gone

Merry Christmas

Here's a little repostage, a regift, if you will, of something I said two years ago. It still holds true....for me: 

Christmas means a lot of different hings to a lot of different people.

It's a religious holiday.
It's a shopping holiday.
It's a day for those who shop religiously.
I'm not a big fan of either. 

So for me, Christmas is a day to spend with those you hold most dear in your heart. For me, it's Carlos and my family. Of course, the family is mostly on the Left Coast and I'm over here on the right, so Christmas is me and Carlos, and Ozzo, Tuxedo, MaxGoldberg and Tallulah Belle--all furry kids. 

It's a day of relaxation and togetherness; reflection and laughter; of a good dinner cooked and shared by the two of us. It's not a day for What did you get? or for thinking How could I have spent so much? It's a day for How lucky am I? 

How lucky indeed.

Christmas is more than a celebration, it's a connection we all can share regardless of faith, if we look at it as a day of Peace. A day to relax; to forgive, if not forget. To be at Peace.

Every year I get the same question from friends and strangers alike: What are you getting for Christmas? What do you want for Christmas?

And I always say, What I get is a lovely day. What I want, and I ask for it every year, is Peace On Earth.

So here's to Peace On Earth, and the little parts that each of us play in creating our own peace. To make amends to those we may have slighted in the past year; to those who may have slighted us. To talk with the people we love just because we love them. To be nice.

Just to be nice. There's a concept. 

Maybe if we all took a moment to think about how we'd like to be treated, we would find ourselves treating others the same way. It's a small step, but an important one. A Please here and a Thank You there. You're Welcome is good; My pleasure, is better. Hold a door open for someone; let someone with less packages get in line ahead of you. Lay off the horn. Don't speed. Smile. Be nice.

Be at Peace.
Merry Christmas world.
Happy Hanukkah.
Happy Kwanzaa.
Merry Festivus.
Happy Holidays.
Peace. 

And so that's my wish for you and yours. Health. Happiness. Love. Peace. And, while I've said it over and over again, that I have my personal spiritual beliefs and they do not follow the teachings of any organized religion, every Christmas, no song makes me feel more peaceful, more happy, more at ease, more hopeful.

I'll end with O Holy Night not because I am a religious man, but because I am a hopeful man, a peaceful man, a contented man, And no one, for me, sings it better than my girl, JHud.....Jennifer Hudson.

Slowly, But Surely.......

Well, I have both eyes almost fully open today, which feels monumental, after being one-eyed since last week, and half-eyed for a few days. Typing is easier, but still not quite easy, so blogging will be sporadic I imagine.

Here's the deal:
It started with a headache that felt like sinus pain. 

Carlos, Do you want to see the doctor?
Me: No.

Then as the headache began to go away--and I pay attention to theses things because I rarely get headaches, I usually, give them--I noticed a red splotch on my forehead and down the bridge of my nose that hurt. 

Carlos: Do you want to see the doctor?
Me: No!

I thought, Hmmm, sinus infection? I took Tylenol; didn't help. Sinus meds? No good. But then it looked like it was going away and so I relaxed a litter. Then, on Friday morning I woke up, and my right eye was swollen almost shut and the rash seemed to have spread across my eyebrow and right side of my forehead.

Carlo: What?
Me: I want to see the doctor.

So, off we went, and the doctor said it seemed like Adult Impetigo, which is a form of staph, but relatively minor and treatable. Prescriptions were given for antibiotics and lotions for rashes, and home I went.  On Saturday, however, the rash was worse, spreading all over the right side of my forehead, and around my right eye. To top it off, now the left eye was swelling. Carlos and I monitored it--it had been less than twenty-four hours since I began the meds--and I washed it and lotioned it, and medicated it, and rested, to no avail. Luckily, I think for us, because of what we'd soon learn, I had been sleeping on the couch for a couple of nights because I was constantly getting up and didn't want to bother Carlos; that was good.

On Monday morning my blood work came back and it was discovered to be shingles. This is a form of Herpes, a form of Chickenpox, and really quite awful. The skin blisters and hurts and feels likes it burning and there is a great deal of pain. Now, I am a drama queen, no denying, but this pain was unreal, because it was constant. I was snapping at Carlos because he would do the most horrendous things like saying, How do you feel? and Can I get you something?

The bastard!

But, without knowing it was Shingles, my sleeping on the couch was a good thing, because Shingles is quite contagious, especially for someone like Carlos who's never had Chickenpox. So, I moved into the guest room and guest bathroom, and we are keeping ourselves as distant as possible. Carlos new name is Clorox because everything I touch he bleaches within seconds of me leaving.

Think I'm kidding? Tuxedo is now completely whitye.

No lie. Okay, so, as you can see, my sense of humor, or sense of the absurd has returned.

The new meds, an antiviral and Prednisone, have helped endlessly. The swelling is going down, the rash has stopped spreading--though oddly enough it only spread onto the right side of my forehead, eye and a little into my scalp.

The remnants, though, are these awful black scabs, but I keep them clean and dry, and use fresh sheets and towels every single day, as well as completely washing any clothing, day-to-day.

I am happy to say I am on the mend. I feel ten-times better than I've felt in days, though I am not quite 100% yet. It may take another week or so for the rash and blistering to be gone, and then, from what I've read, and been told by Doctor Carlos, Shingles affects your nerves so there will be some flashes of nerve pain for a while.

That's the bad news. the good news is that, in almost all cases, once you have Shingles, you don't get it again. Which thrills me no end, because I.Don't.Like.This. 

I hate the pain.
I hate the, no matter how lovely it might sound, "honey-colored" pus.
I hate the scabs. The blisters. The puffiness. The pain.
Did I mention the pain?

And, while I am good at it, I also hate feeling sorry for myself. In fact, in talking with my Dad last night, feeling a wee bit better, I said something or other about how it could have been worse, and then he agreed, reminding me--because we all need to be reminded, especially this time of year--how badly other people have it.

And that helped.

To think, that if this is my big worry....fucking Shingles....when I have access to medical care and people who love me, and a partner who loves me and cares for me, doesn't kick my ass out when I start bitching about being asked if I'm okay, well, if that's my biggest complaint, then I should just shut up and sing.

Or, shut up and let Leann Rimes sing.

Nice segue, huh?

I saw this at Towleroad, and I'm sure it's been everywhere, but it's Leann Rimes singing "The Rose" with the Gay Men's Chorus of Los Angeles at their holiday concert. She dedicated the song to those wonderful beautiful, young LGBTQ men and women we've lost through bullying and suicide. See, I thought I had it bad, but I have someone there for me. I have a helluva a lot of someones there for me.

I don't need to ask for help. It's there before I form the words.
I don't need to ask for acceptance. It was given all along.
I don't need to ask for love. I've always had it.

So, enough feeling sorry for myself.
I'll shut up, and let Leann sing:

Updating...........

I'll keep this short and sweet because, between the swelling and the itch and the burning and the pus, well, short and sweet is all I can manage.
Still sick.
Getting better, though.

Update On Sicky McSickelstein

It's not good.
It's not bad.
But it hurts like a mothereffer!
It all started last Sunday. i was just getting over a cold and had what i thought was a sinus headache; I was still a bit congested and all. But that sinus headache lasted a couple of days and i began to remember what happened to Sharon Stone a few years back when she had a dull headache that lasted for days and she almost died.
i tend to overdramatize, in case you didn't already know that.
But by Tuesday the headache seemed to be abating, only now there was a small red patch smack dab in the middle of my forehead. By Wednesday, there were more red spots, and they looked like they were blistering. I was applying ointments and washing the area quite regularly, and Thursday morning came and I felt somewhat better, though i was still splotchy and blistery and now oozing--sorry about this, but the devil's in the details--some honey colored pus from my head.
So, I told myself if it wasn't better by Friday, I'd see a doctor. And, of course you know it wasn't. Friday morning I was still splotchy and blistering and oozing and now my right eye was swollen shut. So, Carlos carted me off to the doctor.
I apparently have either shingles, or adult impetigo; we'll know more when the bloodwork comes backs. I'm kind of leaning toward shingles, because shingles hurt like the aforementioned mothereffer; skin, scalp, hair, it all hurts. and the eye is still swollen.
So, with the pain, and the blistering oozing sores, and the whole one-eye thing, blogging will be taking a severe downturn until I know what this is, or my right eye suddenly decides to rejoin the left and do what it's supposed to do.
Swollen, splotchy, blistery, and ozzing with pain from Smallville.
Peace, y'all.

I Didn't Say It......

Winona Ryder, on Mel Gibson:

"I remember, like, fifteen years ago, I was at one of those big Hollywood parties. And he was really drunk. I was with my friend, who's gay. He made a really horrible gay joke. And somehow it came up that I was Jewish. He said something about 'oven dodgers,' but I didn't get it. I'd never heard that before. It was just this weird, weird moment. I was like, 'He's anti-Semitic and he's homophobic.' No one believed me!"

Oh, we believe now.

All it takes is a drunken tirade against the cops, a DUI, and some rather nasty voice-mails to prove it.

President Jimmy Carter says America is ready for a gay President:
"Step-by-step, we have realized that this issue of homosexuality has the same adverse and progressive elements as when we dealt with the race issue 50 years ago, or 40 years ago. So I would say that the country is getting acclimated to a president who might be female, who might, obviously, now, be Black, and who might be as well a gay person."

From your moth to the goddes' ears, Jimmy.

I don't quite agree that we're ready just now, but, one day.

Some day.

Carrie Fisher, on John Travolta's ALLEGED homosexuality, and the idea that Travolta has sent his legal team after Gawker, a website which printed a post suggesting Travolta has given blow jobs:

"Wow! I mean, my feeling about John has always been that we know and we don’t care. Look, I’m sorry that he’s uncomfortable with it, and that’s all I can say. It only draws more attention to it when you make that kind of legal fuss. Just leave it be."

Oops.

He's outed.

Again!

And I wonder how long it will take him to send his lawyers after Carrie Fisher, who I cannot see apologizing for what she said.

Senator Carl Levin, on DADT and the President:

"The way I think the President needs to fight is to say that he is going to use all of the power he has of a bully pulpit and urge the Senate to stay in, right up to New Years….that’s the problem that I don’t see that kind of a willingness to fight that hard, where he will take that kind of a position and that’s what’s necessary. The Senate and the House, these are tests of wills."

I agree.

Obama needs to strap on some balls and get tough.

He's played the Nice Guy Game far too long now, and it hasn't worked.

Dina Lohan, media whore and enabler, On Gwyneth Paltrow's recent Glee guest shot where she cracked jokes about Lindsanity Lohan:

"Lindsay is so upset with Gwyneth. Lindsay was watching it while in Betty Ford, then she called me and was upset and said, 'Why did she have to do that? We are the first to make fun of ourselves in our family. And Lindsay has even done SNL a few times, but Gwyneth went overboard and it was unnecessary. Lindsay thought she was a friend and it was disappointing. It was really hard for her to watch... it was hurtful not funny."

Oh, Dina, you dumbass.

But you must have thought it was funny when Lindsay parodied herself on the MTV awards, right?

So, how come Lindsay can do it, and no one else can? Is it because you don't make any money off Gwyneth's jokes?

Willow Smith, on being a singer and not a student, because that's how her mommy and daddy want it:

"I never really get to go to school because I am always on tour or with my father. There is a tutor most of the time, but usually I am working so I never get to do the lessons. The worst thing about maths is all the kids are ahead of me because they go to school."

Nice way to teach your kids.

Maybe when Willow is about 50, and touring hotel lounges, whipping her hair, her mom and dad might have a different thought.

Doubtful.

Barbara Walters, on the View, discussing John Boehner's need for tears:

"This guy, I'm sorry, he's gonna be Speaker of the House, and he's not gonna invite me to his Christmas party, but this guy has an emotional problem that every time he talks about anything that's not 'raise taxes' he cries. If this were a woman, if you saw Nancy Pelosi, who's been villified, and I'm not taking sides, if you saw her getting up and crying... I hope he's a good Speaker of the House, but he's got a problem."

Seriously, I get emotional, too. But this guy makes me look like I'm made of steel.

Enough with the tears, Boner, you're starting to look even more crazy.

Chris Colfer, nominated for a Golden Globe, on his Glee role:

"I never thought I’d play a character who could inspire so many people. It’s a good thing I’ve gone through so many of the same things Kurt is going through—I definitely approach his character from a personal place."

I've said it before: Kurt is the heart of the show, and people of all orientations can see themselves in him.

And it's nice that he adds his own experiences to the mix.

I Am Off....

....to the emergency room for a look-see at my mystery ailment.
Oh, not in an ambulance, but in Carlos' car. But, you know, being a big old queen, I does like to over-dramatize things!
Oy! Merry Christmas to me.
But I do have an "I Didn't Say It...." planned. so there is that.
Hopefully, I'll be back later.
Again......Oy!

Take Me To The Bed

Well, I fought hard, and have apparently lost.
I have had a bad, nasty, vicious, sinus headache-infection-whatever, and now it has bested me.
I will be taking to my bed for the remainder of the day, sleeping and sleeping and sleeping.
Though, not too much sleeping I hope. Since I haven't been feeling well Tuxedo has never left my side....sitting in my lap....following me throughout the house.....sitting on the desk as I type this.....and sleeping with me, or, at times, on me.
I'm hoping he hasn't become one of those Death Cats, you know, that signal who's next to die.
Okay....that last part was a joke. I think.
Take care, y'all.
I'll be right back.

Architecture Wednesday: The Most Amazing Villa In Mexico

Now, this is where i would want to vacation.....
from DigsDigs:
The history of this villa has started in 1968 when a young Italian named Gian Franco Brignione saw these bays and lagoons from a small plane.
Nowadays it is one of the most amazing villas in Costa Careyes, Mexico.
Breathtaking views and the infinity pool are things that make it so unique, exclusive and luxury.The three bedrooms in the main house have direct pool access and are complemented by a tower bedroom suite and two bungalows accessible by an electric gondola.
This beauty can be rented to spend a perfect weekend there.
Who's in?

The Fashion Show

This week the designers were charged with creating ball gowns for high society women to wear to a gala.
Unfortunately, all the high-society women were out of town, so the designers were forced to design for the Real housewives of Orange County and the Real Housewives of New Jersey.
Seriously. High society? More like someone was high when they came up with this idea.
The OC housewives are boobs with boobs and blond hair and teeth whiter than the sun, while the Jersey gals seemed like they'd be more comfortable cutting off a horses head to leave in a bed somewhere.
It was a clusterfuck of epic proportions. Morally, and financially, bankrupt Teresa was saddled with Calvin, and there was a bitchslap about to go down. Teresa thought her dress look like a dress one might wear if you worked at a place called Scores and did lap dances; she should know.
Gretchen, of the OC, busted a seam in her mermaid dress because she wore Spanks, or Spanx, or she got spanked, before the measurements were taken, then she left that particular piece of body armor on the hotel floor next to the open mini-bar.
Caroline in New Jersey looked like a linebacker in chiffon, while Lauri, of the OC and an awkward face-lift, seemed to be ruffled and pinned and squeezed into a flesh colored mess. Her daughter Ashley was given a giant lampshade to wear, not on her head, but around her waist; there were more hoops in that gown than in the entire NBA.
Jacqueline, Littler Miss New Jersey Milquetoast, wore some ribbon-y, chiffon-y, coverup that would be best suited fort a hospital gown, while Dina, who left the Jersey Wives, but might be coming back, was given a fabulous dress by hottie Eduardo--or as we say in Smallville, muy caliente Eduardo.
And, of course Eduardo won, making this his third win; and of course, Calvin had a meltdown, both with Teresa, for whom he made two dresses and then couldn't get her to settle on one, and with Caroline, who could snap him like a little gaysian twig.
It was all trainwreck-y, and just a little too over-the-top.
the only time I paid any real attention was when Iman snapped, "Don't move."
I stayed in my chair until two hours after the show was over in fear.