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In a message from Geoff Kors, Executive Committee Member at No On 8:

Beginning last night and continuing this morning a coordinated cyber attack on the No On 8 website prevented some donors from being able to contribute. This attack is being investigated by federal authorities. Fortunately, there was no breach in security and we are again able to accept contributions online.

As if that attack isn’t outrageous enough, at a recent Prop 8 rally an official campaign spokesman actually compared the right of same-sex couples to marry to the rise of Adolph Hitler and Nazi Germany. Watch the video.

This insanity needs to stop. Prop 8 needs to be defeated. It’s wrong. It’s unfair. The people supporting it are fanatical, intolerant and willing to do and say anything to eliminate our rights. Period.

OMG, they’re totally batshit insane obsessed with us. They are like the psychotic fucking ex you cannot rid yourself of, no matter what. Being nice doesn’t work. Being civil doesn’t work. Being angry doesn’t work. Fighting back doesn’t work. Ignoring them doesn’t work. Reporting them doesn’t work. Changing your fucking locks doesn’t work. Getting your big, bad motorcycle friends to scare them away doesn’t work. Filing restraining orders doesn’t work. Moving doesn’t work. Changing your job doesn’t work. Moving on doesn’t work.

YES ON PROP 8 PEOPLE ARE THE NEW WIFEBEATERS.

Which makes all gays the victim; the poor, battered wives, our children the blank-stared children of domestic abuse and violence.

In that vein, a message to anyone who supports Prop 8:

Let it be known that I fucking hate every last one of you useless sons of bitches the way Reese Witherspoon’s character in the movie Freeway hates Kiefer Sutherland’s character, and if there is a God, he done beat y’all, with all his might, ON YR SOULS with the ugly stick, TRUST:

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When: Wednesday, October 29th, 2008.

What: BCBGirls striped linen dress, brown tights from Old Navy, brown leather and suede peep-toe oxfords by Elie Tahari. Brown suede tote from Banana Republic.

Confession: Dead leaves and the dirty ground! Well, when I first met M, believe it or not, I did not like the White Stripes at all. AT ALL. I was sort of not for them. A few dates in I decided that I would try and be more open-minded; give them another chance. After all, if this very handsome tomboy loved them so, there had to be something. This was one of the first songs that sunk its teeth into my neck and really got me. I sent M a text on that very early Spring evening, sitting on my pretty hardwood floor with a cigarette and the sun streaming in through my tall, cathedral windows, and all it said was Soft hair and a velvet tongue, I want to give you what you give to me. Dreamy.

(Okay, so maybe that the gayest obscure Cure reference ever made in the history of life, but read on. Please.)

Here’s the thing, kittens. There will always be those who see life and those living it in a more black & white fashion, and then there are those who innately grasp at the grays and gradations. That’s important to remember before walking across the plains of anyone’s identity – we never know where potential landmines are buried until, well, until we know.

And, really, let’s face it – it’s not worth running your Yves Saint Laurent Volume Effet Faux Cils over, you know? So, please donate to the fight against Prop. 8 right now. Seriously. Your friends and lovers out here in California are fucking DAYS away from being stripped of their rights by a bunch of ignorant, fear-mongering bigots with deep pockets. Those fuckers just raised $3M. It’s insane.

DO NOT WANT.

HRC and EQCA and everybody else (the good guys) are trying to raise $3M to counter it by Friday night. Peep the Ugly Betty cast ad against Prop 8, then share it like crazy with everyone you know:

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The Harvey Milk movie (starring Sean Penn) premiered in SF’s Castro last night (dude hotties abound in these pics, so have at it, all you peen-loving ladies).

Some POS motherfucker beat a gay with his YES ON PROP 8 sign whilst spitting out homophobic slurs in Torrance, CA.

Senator Dianne Feinstein has put out an ad urging Californians to vote No on Prop. 8, too:

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Of course, the folks behind Prop. 8 are exploiting children to back their vile, hateful arguments. You may or may not have heard that some adorable (and deliriously happy) SF schoolchildren went on a field trip to see their lesbian teacher get married at City Hall in SF not long ago. Not only did Prop. 8 supporters stoop to terrible lows by attacking this otherwise wonderful and memorable learning experience to garner support, they went even lower by using video of the kids in their ads.

From the article:

In their letter to the Prop 8 campaign, the parents wrote: “We are absolutely outraged that you have chosen, without permission, to shamelessly hijack the images of our innocent children to promote a cause that we in no way, shape or form support. It is even more maddening that you have willfully and calculatingly edited the images of our children, with menacing music in the background, in a way that is completely contrary to their nature and harmful to them.”

Here’s a video about that (not the one w/ kids, I am NOT re-posting that awful shit):

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Y’all? I am seriously, seriously, seriously freaking out and getting more tense and anxious with each passing day. I keep donating money I can’t really afford to donate to fight this shit. I have the feeling I will be spending lots of time at the field office downtown phone banking and stuff this weekend.

IF YOU LIVE IN CALIFORNIA, PLS. MAKE TIME TO VOLUNTEER AT A FIELD OFFICE NEAR YOU.

IF YOU CANNOT DONATE, AT LEAST CONSIDER SPREADING THE WORD.

Here is the list and contact info – if you don’t see anything near you or are having trouble, let me know and I’ll try and put you in touch with someone:

When: Tuesday, October 28th, 2008.

What: Black skirt from H&M, silk blouse by Chelsea Flowers (More Chelsea Flowers at Bloomie’s here). Satin t-strap pumps by Nine West.

Confession: Fuck this fucking ridiculous California heat. Thank God they’re predicting rain, even though (of course) it’s expected on Halloween. Having lived nowhere but the Bay Area my entire life, I suppose I should be used to this, but I have no tolerance for it this year. Maybe I’d feel differently if I still lived on the lake, but I’m right on the estuary next to the bloody bay, for chrissakes, and it’s demonic. Demonic and wrong. I know all you folks out there where it’s raining sideways (Brooklyn, holla) or snowing like mad (Bringle, Bowling) HATE me right now, but I envy you more than you can possibly imagine! Let’s trade places. As if anyone can say no to having M all to herself! (B, are you reading this? Hep me!)

PS. I totally wrecked this gorgeous, stupidly expensive shirt after wearing it just once. Instead of obediently taking it to the dry cleaner, I impatiently tossed it into the delicate cycle at home, thinking I’d get away with it. BLEED. Foul, bluish, sad bleeding into the oh-so-fragile silk. I almost tried to fix it with dye at home, but decided to, uh, give it another spin, so to speak. That’s right. Delicate cycle. Take II. IT WORKED! Am genius. Hurrah.

PPS. I realize that I look mighty friendly my confession photo, but really, I’m HELLA stabby right now.

When: Monday, October 27th, 2008.

What: Cotton dress by Jonathan Saunders for Target GO Int’l, black tights, shiny black booties by Alfani. Scarf from boutique in Puerto Rico, yellow leather bag by Emilie M.

Confession: As a teensy little baby reward for dragging myself off the couch despite the last clutches of my flu on Saturday, I yanked this dress off the rack at Target without even trying it on, while M shook her head with disapproval and grinned at me. Now, I don’t usually go for, like, primary color splatters a la durable preschool apron panels with pockets, and as our cheeky friend over at Bangs Are The New Black noted wistfully, the shit is SHORT, yo, but I’m keeping my fingers crossed that the third photo above doesn’t beg for a “I CAN HAZ PANTS PLEEZZZZ?!” LOLFemme caption. That would be sad. Boo-hoo-hoo sad.

Except now I can’t stop imaging it. Damn it! (Who can tell I’m almost my old self again, hm?) I can’t wait to try it with my mustard yellow tights, too!

M is convinced it’s more Munch; I’m saying Pollack – it is, after all, a $20 dress from Target, not The Scream.

When: Saturday, October 18th, 2008.

Femme What: Halter dress by Poleci, patent pumps by Enzo Angiolini.

Femme Confession: Firstly, I apologize profusely for the lack of posts. I’ve been suffering from an especially vile hybrid of plane-internet flu disease post-Memphis. I’ve been miserable, but y’all will be relieved to hear that tonight I am back to half-watching UFC (Go Silva!) with the tomboy and drinking cava cocktails. Hurrah! The femme is back!

Now, for the reknowned Panda wedding. It was nothing less than amazing. Even DJ equipment malfunctions and freezing Memphis cold couldn’t prevent the awesomeness. (You think I’m joking? I was shivering so hard it knocked the champagne right out of my glass!) While the pandas slept (or tried to sleep), the ceremony was spectacular, the Asian-Cajun fusion buffet perfect, and the amazing bamboo wedding cake lovely. The BCPs seriously brought it on the dance floor, much to the delight of various aunts and one very enthusiastic grandmother. The evening ended with our group taking over the zoo tram mic and singing the animals to sleep with “We Are The World”, “Jeremiah Was A Bullfrog” and, as ever, “Rocky Top.” Thank heavens I found fancy DJ software to mix up my intracately chosen playlists, because I got to shimmy and shake with all my fancy friends, and of course, the tomboy.

Note: We all got the cops called on us at the Memphis Doubletree (it was nothing), thoroughly abused the glass elevators, visited BB King’s on Beale St. where M flirted with Kimberly Locke, ate some pretty good BBQ and oohed and aahed at all the well-behaved puppies on the horse-drawn carriages lined up downtown.

Tomboy What: Grey corduroy suit and black shirt from Express Men. Silver ascot from www.dress-better.com. Ok, maybe the ascot was a little bit much!

Tomboy Confession: We were in town for a panda wedding and here are some things I did not expect: Memphis to be colder than San Francisco, difficulty finding clove cigarettes, difficulty finding good bourbon, no choices for BBQ sides! Coleslaw is not a side. It is a side-of-a-side. The thing everyone pushes off their plate to make room for real food. Mashed potatoes are a side, stuffing is a side, or at least some steak fries?! Don’t even ask about breakfast.

Since the femme and I were all fancied-up we decided to go to a bar and try to get some proper bourbon (no liquor stores either, Memphis?!). We were served Knob Creek @ BB King’s (which is KENTUCKY BOURBON, wtf?!), but at least we got to see a good Memphis band do a really good cover of a U2 song, and afterward we went back to the hotel room to eat powdered donuts and drink Corona with the rest of the wedding party. I made my Corona green with some lime Sweet Tarts. I had no lime and improvised!

When: Friday, Oct. 17th, 2008

What: LBD from Laundry by Shelli Segal. Black bow headband from Target, silver, black patent and lace pumps by Hollywould for Target. The silver clutch is a Sephora freebie with a coat of arms brooch from Tristan pinned onto it. Silver chains, thrifted and vintage.

Confession: It is very difficult to find and buy fancy bourbon in Memphis. I am so sick right now and cannot really say anything more, but I am glad to be home. A fun close-up of the shoes on the right, y’all.

Oh! Here’s a fun game. Spot the tomboy in the background.