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CONFESSION: My blog, my soapbox! As some of you may know, today is the National Equality March in Washington, DC. M & I intended to head out there and participate, as well as celebrate a traditional Canadian Thanksgiving with the lovely and talented Trixie From Toronto, but life got in the way (as life is wont to do). Still, a small-yet-fierce contingency of our friends are marching proudly today, and we’re there in spirit. Some of you may also have watched or listened to our President’s speech at the HRC dinner last night, in which he promised to sign the federal hate crimes legislation this week, to end Don’t Ask Don’t Tell and he urged Congress to repeal DOMA, etc. You can watch it online just about anywhere, but here’s the first of two parts:

A friend asked if I thought it was as amazing as she’d heard it was. I said that sure, in some ways it was, with reservations. You can only hear so many wonderfully supportive things so many times before you begin to listen with a cautious ear, and looking for tangible follow-through.

One thing that got under my skin more than I expected was the language around “impatience” – can’t exactly recall whether it was Obama’s or HRC’s or both – which, to me, suggests a sort of unsubstantiated, negative outcry for equality, rather than honoring and acknowledging the untold numbers of LGBT folks that this is all much too late for, you know? That any future action taken, however positive or revolutionary or history-making, can’t give them those minutes, days or years of their lives back, no matter what. That bothers me a lot. The lack of respect for that fact.

I want to know that our President knows he hasn’t got a carte blanche to tell us to be patient indefinitely. We want quantifiable, measurable progress and / or some sort of timeline, which isn’t unreasonable. Intent, intent, intent with little or no follow-through and this ridiculous hemming and hawing is exactly what he pledged to radically change in his inaugural speech, so specifics would be nice.

Also, I’d love to watch an old Clinton speech of comparable import and see how they differ or not.

Here’s a pretty good, albeit quite heated, post-speech breakdown of why I’m not jumping up and down:

PS. M, for the record, said that his speech “felt like a handjob.” Harsh, but maybe also kind of true.

PPS. Just got a text message from my friends in DC. It says, “ZOMG! LADY GAGA!” Ha!

Femme Confession: Lord have mercy, what a weekend. After my last blog post on Friday night, I:

• Threw a hissyfit on the internets because no one would go with me to Meet In The Middle in Fresno; felt better after I saw that a National March For Equality is planned for October in Washington, DC, felt better after I received a fantastic thank you email from Michael Rowe himself, felt better after a dear friend was inspired to write an article after reading my blog.
• Went on another fabulous SF date with the tomboy on Saturday night – drinks and pool at El Rio for the SF Dyke March benefit (the new design is so great!), followed by a stop at Luka’s in Oakland for wondrous dinner of seared halibut and lamb chops drowning in the most amazing gravy the consistency of broth atop a pillow of mashed potatoes, with their signature chocolate fondant to-go!
• Found a pair of ancient prescription contacts in the earthquake kit, put them in, suffered through wear for appx. 4-6 hours despite the fact that they felt sort of like having an itchy sweater ON YOUR EYES, took them out. Riveting stuff, I know.
• Met with friends for a Bon Voyage brunch at T-Rex in Berkeley before one of them is off to Turkmenistan for two whole months (want to eat their petite beignets every day for ever and ever, amen). Conned my girls into seeing a matinee of Star Trek, which was surprisingly fantastic. I am not at all a Star Trek fan, but really enjoyed all of the awesome space explosions and black holes and terrible monsters and shit.

Tomboy Confession: Today I learned that Spock is a fucking badass and I have Skinny to thank! I want to watch all the episodes ever made of Star Trek. YES! I hope he beats up a lot of loudmouths then goes back to being quiet and creepy! I told Skinny I am going to cut my hair like him, and now she’s so scared!*

*Hi, this is Skinny. I assure you that there will be NO photographs of M with atrocious Spock hair INCLUDING the Betty Paige bangs because that would be wrongful and also grounds for divorce. Such as.