A Cosmopolitan That Betrays its Name if You're Transgender

For the last two days the Internet---namely, the Facebook page of the Cosmopolitan Hotel in Las Vegas---has been seeing a firestorm of activity. You see, two weeks ago Stephanie, a transgender woman from New York City who visiting Las Vegas on business was barred for life when she stepped into the women's room at 4:00 AM and promptly kicked out.

From Hotel Chatter, who posted their article titled "The Wrong Amount of Wrong: Barred for Life for Being Transgender":

The wrong amount of wrong is being transgender and using the women’s restroom.

Here’s what happened. Stephanie goes to the Cosmo in the early hours of the morning – about 2.30am. She sits down at the Vesper Bar, in the lobby of the hotel, and orders drinks. Her drinks are good, the barman is pleasant, all is well. And then, at 4am, she realizes she needs the bathroom.

She goes, as is her wont, to the women’s restroom, just across from the bar. It’s empty, as you’d expect at 4am on a Monday. Not a single person in there. She powders her nose and exits the restroom, only to be met by two security guards who immediately say “Come with us” and start marching her out of the hotel. As they walk her, they demand to see her ID (to establish her legal gender). It’s in her purse, and she fumbles for it as she’s being forcibly marched through the lobby of the hotel. As she fumbles, one of the men tells her to hurry up. She is scared, and starts apologizing, saying she’s not trying to cause trouble, but it’s hard to walk and look for her ID at the same time.


They march her outside the hotel (the bathroom is near the main entrance) and she finds her ID. One of the guards checks it, establishes that her legal gender is male, and pulls out a yellow form from his pocket and starts writing in her details to the blank spaces. As he does so, he says, “Are you working?” Way to add insult to injury. She doesn’t say “Well as it happens, yes I am working, at the conference, douchebag.” She says no.

He hands her the yellow piece of paper, tells her it’s a legal document, and reads her what it says. This is what it says:

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Afternoon Delight

An afternoon guilty pleasure. No clue what they're yammering about but who's listening?

I'll Have a Venti Caramel Macchiato with a Hint of Rat In It

Yesterday the reports were in and from the looks of it McDonalds and Subway are running neck and neck for who's the biggest fast food chain. My guess is that McDonald's won based on longevity and the sheer will to make America obese and Subway came closer because it tries to make fast food look and taste healthy while popping up everywhere like crabgrass or bedbugs. However, third on the list is not an eatery (well, not quite, eh, you can get a cookie or a muffin that costs as much as it is fattening) but Starbucks, the once little-known coffee chain that has won America over by overpricing its coffee, selling cute music you could get anywhere for less, and justifying its existence by playing trendy to snobs like me who go for a quick fix, sit there, and pretend to write my Big Fat American novel as I browse the Net and wait for time to go by or that fake boyfriend I've got as rats scurry by occasionally sniff out the vanilla to see if it's expired or not. My motto is, as long as a rat is not inside my Cinammon Dolce latte with the triple espresso shot I'll come back because I'm perfectly fine with them. They're so cute and fuzzy.

Atlas Shrugged in One Word

Meh

Clare Maguire: The Last Dance

A pretty riveting, passionate tune with a rich, muscular production that brings me back to when Toni Childs stormed onto the pop scene with "Don't Walk Away", Clare Maguire dedicated this song to Michael Jackson's memory. It's already been a top 25 hit in the UK and chances are it might make waves over here. I hope so---this woman can fucking sing.

Quote: Palin on Obama's Birth Certificate

She's baaaaack! Mama Grizzly is BAAAACK! Praise da Lord!

I think the media is loving this because they want to make birthers, as they call people who are just curious about the President of the United States and his background and his associations and his consistency with what he says today versus what he said in both the memoirs that he wrote or Bill Ayers or whomever wrote them—the media is loving the fact that some curious Americans are actually asking the questions. And they're trying to make those curious Americans sound kind of crazy. So the media is loving this issue and they're perpetuating the issue, trying to make it sound really worse than it is.

Oh, the poetry of this paragraph. The music, the sweet, sweet music. I can hear them now, calling to me with their seductive notes, saying "Ivan, it's okay, all is well, she's here, sssh, sssh, she's heeeeere...."

Sportsmodel Contest

I'll admit that I like a little extra beef on my sirloin steak because me incisors like to crunch and triturate, but I can also admire a slimmer build on a guy. As long as he doesn't look like he's in dire need of food or might be sustaining himself on a steady diet of coke and cigarettes with a fifth of Jack Daniels and the occasional Vicodin to wash the pain away during lonely nights when no one pays much attention to him. Which leads me to this post, and it looks like none of these guys have a sniffing problem. Those delts on the kneeling winner tell a different story. Which makes me grin wickedly.



[Video from Athletic-Men.com]

Miss Lola Rose: Mom on New York City

by Ivan Vargas

Lola Rose Abrams is the mother any gay man would kill to have. She has the elegance and the poise of a queen, the voice of a jazz singer, but art the same time she can and will go into language that would make the character of Samantha Jones blush. Just because. That, however, is what had made people gravitate towards her for several years now: her unabashed frankness and how she lays it all down the line whether you like it or not. She verbalizes what we think, and by laughter she makes us react.

I "met" Miss Lola about three years ago when her daughter Jill Abrams, author of "The Myth, the Muse, and the Meshuga" who is also a documentarian, came out with a short film where she interviewed her about what she felt about having two gay sons (Jill and Tod Abrams, producer of "The Mostly Unfabulous Life of Ethan Green" where Lola has a small part near the beginning as a nosy neighbor). It was one of the most moving and fascinating videos I've ever seen because she served as a Voice for mothers all around who could be going through the same experience at that same moment in time, who had felt they had no Voice to express the initial suspicion turning into surprise, anger, frustration, worry, fear, and ultimately acceptance and love, because after all, a mother's love is everything. "Mom On Her Two Gay Kids" went viral with views that shot through the roof. Then, right before Gay Pride 2008, it got removed by the censors of YouTube who banned it on "inappropriate content". 

People ferociously complained and demanded its reinstatement---how dare YouTube remove a video that focused on a mother reacting to having gay children? It was comparable to the recent removal of a photo of two men kissing on Facebook---mind you, two fully dressed men, not nude or near-nude, where the owner of the picture was threatened to be permanently "terminated" as thousands of straight profiles featured pictures of a man and a woman kissing.  Freedom of speech must not be curtailed. The video-blog featuring Miss Lola was reinstated, but made people wonder if YouTube might have a slight homophobic slant.

Since then, Mom On Her Two Gay Kids has gone global, popping up even on obscure pages, blogs, and online zines.

Recently Miss Lola Rose returned to the Big Apple with Jill on her side who filmed her as she walked the lanes of Central Park and here she gives us the viewer a pretty colorful view of what it's like to be in New York City anytime of the year, complete with her trademark expletives. No toddlers were harmed of emotionally scarred during the filming of this video.

Garret Dillahunt Revealed

Just one of those, "just because" posts. Plus, he's hot.

Twister Ate My Burger!!

I really have no words for this one. Mainly because I can't understand the guy being interviewed and thank God for the voice over in English, but from his body language he was about to eat his tasty burger when a tornado that happened to be pretty hungry snatched it clean from his hands and salivating mouth, leaving his teeth to clatter against each other and him to muster an expression that said "Whuh...?" You can't blame the tornado. Energy begets hunger, ergo the burger. Gone forever.

Victory is Sweet: Spreading Santorum

Spreading Santorum

Stop the Homophobia in Malaysia

Apparently, if you are an effeminate boy in Malaysia you can get sent to an anti-gay camp. No, let me rephrase it: you can be invited to attend an anti-gay camp. Kinda like fat camp, but instead, you remove the gay from the boy.  Isn't Malaysia progressive?

From CBS News:

(AP)  KUALA LUMPUR, Malaysia- Malaysian authorities have sent 66 Muslim schoolboys identified by teachers as effeminate to a four-day camp where they will receive counseling on masculine behavior to discourage them from being gay, an official said Tuesday.
Gay rights advocates decried the measure as a symptom of widespread homophobia in this Muslim-majority country where gay sex is illegal.
The boys between 13 and 17 years old reported Monday for what is officially being called a "self-development course" after their schoolteachers in Terengganu state identified them as students who displayed effeminate mannerisms, said Razali Daud, the state's education director.
They will undergo religious and motivational classes and physical guidance, Razali said. He declined to give further details.
The camp is meant "to guide them back to the right path in life before they reach a point of no return," Razali told The Associated Press. "Such effeminate behavior is unnatural and will affect their studies and their future."

You can read the rest of the article here.

Queerty Has Closed

RIP, Queerty.

A little over a week ago Queerty -- the online gay issues/gossip magazine suffered connection issues and was down for maintenance. According to their Facebook page they'd be up and running in no time. I attempted to check every so often but it seemed they were under some DDoS, or were just under some unusual circumstances that made them unable to come back offline.

Tonight I tried to log on, again, to check their status since I hadn't heard anything from their Facebook page. This is what I came to:

A message from Queerty

After more than five years of serving the LGBT community with news and entertainment, Queerty has come to a close. The decision to shutter the site was not an easy one to make, and it is with great pain that we say goodbye to our loyal readership. From all of Queerty's writers and contributors, from our first unto our last day, thank you for spending some time with us.

—Queerty and 353Media

Quite a shame.  They had quite a following. 

Soaps: The End of an Era

Walking through the streets of New York the sense of chaos is all over the place like a bad imitation of a Pollock. It's as if a blitzkrieg of suicide bombers had swooshed over the skyline and reduced the city's architecture to sheer rubble with deadly efficiency. On the ground you could see the walking wounded nursing bloody gashes and moving about in a daze, mumbling to themselves. Some occasionally cried bitter tears; others held themselves for support, rocking to and fro, moaning and shrieking and speaking in tongues. I tried to console one exceptionally sad man but he bared his teeth at me and barfed "The Queen is dead, Erica Kane is dead! Boycott ABC!" I kept wondering who the hell was he talking about. Was she some politician from the religious right I wasn't aware of? Was she yet another Hollywood actress who'd done a great deal of good and was now on her way to her Eternal Home? Certainly I had not been living under a rock, but then again, you could be in the midst of it all and still be in Tunguska. I know I have.

And then it hit me. Splat. On top of my head, green and white. The amorphous gob of a flying pigeon. I briefly entertained throwing a rock at it, and as I indignantly followed its trajectory my eyes landed on the bright flat-screen monitor scrolling the latest in news of all shapes and sizes. They're all over the place, you know, these TV monitors. You can never get away from them. They're in cabs, on buildings, one corners, rotating, and on subway entrances. They're even on PATH trains. Electronic crabgrass, that's what I think of them. Perpetually spinning the news, over and over and over again, whether you like it or not. This one was right on the corner of Chelsea and Everyone Was There, Gasping. The perfectly coiffed lady was talking to the camera in practiced gestures without sound while snippets of All My Children, One Life To Live, and a picture of Susan Lucci (as Erica Kane) appeared in quick succession. And then I knew what the mess was about. The giant, never-ending stories had finally kicked the bucket. And in a way, I figured, it wasn't that bad, but don't tell that to any of the shell-shocked individuals who stood by or near me, silently witnessing the Destruction of Everything. All I could rationalize was that no one buys a book without an ending.  This had been a bloody big book to read, and finally it was coming to a close. So I sauntered off, happy, thinking that there would always be other stories, other serials, other tales that spun off into a million directions, some good, some utterly ridiculous and requiring immediate retconning, but stories nevertheless. Just not with indeterminate timelines. I wonder what the viewing dead might think as they lie in their graves. I wouldn't be surprised if within every coffin there is one of these ubiquitous monitors, playing a stream of images, while all you could hear would be this collective sub-aural scream of terror... or would it be relief? After all, even a tale of fiction has to die.

New Music: Lady Gaga - Judas

What an improvement. This song is a true dance stomper with a hypnotic Eurodisco beat and should have been Gaga's first single. It's the antithesis of the train-wreck of the faux-anthem Born this Way, a distraction meant to bump up the hype that wound up being an exact copy of Madonna's Express Yourself and not in a good way. Judas, however, is not, and I liked it from the word go. It's energetic, dramatic, and follows the same sound Lady Gaga created with signature songs Bad Romance and Lovegame. Get it. It's worth your 1.29 on iTunes or Amazon.

Well Hung in the Big Apple

Jonah and his big, fat cock

Jonah is a single man living in New York. He would be pretty much nothing remarkable from any other New Yorker -- his looks are okay and he seems self-deprecating -- except for one, um... detail.

The detail in question is that his manhood (oh, that sounds so fucking Harlequin Romance, for fuck's sake, Ivan, at least try and call it by its name, you've done it before) is just an inch above a foot, and from the looks of the bulge underneath Jonah's jeans, he'd be a hit in any BDSM club.  He could make a size queen's eyes roll so far back they'd come out back up front, but instead of displaying corneas they'd show two lemons and you'd hear a ding! ding! ding! somewhere as coins fell out of her ass.  Nothing says satisfaction when a queen who loves 'em big can see her hole being stretched apart like it was the Red Sea and obeying orders from Moses and the Almighty Stud.  Bang, bang, bang!

I need to meet this man.  I haven't had this amount of thunder pass through me since... oh, why bother.  Who cares.  It's a sad story.

New Music - Plain White T's Boomerang

I haven't heard it on Sirius XM but the video for The Plain White T's "Boomerang"---a light throwback to the stop motion videos of Peter Gabriel---just came out on their VEVO channel.  Yes, it's that cute and sunny and lovely... and now I need an antacid. Even though I fucking love this song.
 

This is What Would Happen if Fukushima Became NYC

It's so refreshing to know that we live within the scope of three nuclear power plants.  One of them, Indian Point, is right on the Hudson (click on the image for a closer look)---upstate, but let's face it, a disaster is a disaster and should this one go like Fukushima did, NYC would be in a casserole of a mess having to then evacuate everyone from Westchester to Staten Island and pretty much most of Northern New Jersey.  I'm so relieved.  Finally I'll get to star in my own private end-of-the-world scenario.  Finally the world can see my acting chops.  Are you listening, Roland Emmerich?  We're right here!

[Image by Gizmodo]

Visual Yum-Yums: Justin Wilcox

Suddenly, I have a craving for ground beef...

New Music: Pet Shop Boys - Together

I heard "Together" last November on BBC Radio where it made its premiere and I was blown away by the waltz-y rhythm that deceptively sounded like a straight 4 on the floor. It just got released digitally in the US yesterday as an EP to promote their "Ultimate Pet Shop Boys" collection, which I probably won't get. Let's face it, when you have bought every release including B-sides and rarities from a group that year after year delivers high-quality dance music and has done so for the last 25 years, I really don't think I might be needing an ultimate collection. Unless it has rarities. And demos. And mixes. Oh, what the fuck, who am I kidding? I'm going to get that as well. And so on, and so on. I'm going to go to my grave with everything but Neil's and Chris' corpses.

We Hear You, Alan Simpson

Usually I try to sort out the mumbo-jumbo of politicians claiming and promising and discussing this or that or the other and see if I can find someone saying something that (gasp!) Actually Makes Sense.  You see, listening to idiots like Palin and Bachman and Huckabee makes me feel like I really have nothing better to do and it's not even funny anymore. Obama quietly addresses the public in safe, eloquent statements and that's good, but it's not good enough.  I like bite. I like someone who has balls. I like reading or seeing someone who has teeth and verve and can spit.

That man is former Republican Senator Alan Simpson.


Alan Simpson quotes:

"Who the hell is for abortion? I don't know anybody running around with a sign that says, have an abortion, they're wonderful. They're hideous. But they're a deeply intimate and personal decision, and I don't think men legislators should even vote on the issue."

"Then you've got homosexuality. You've got 'Don't Ask, Don't Tell.' We have homophobes in our party. That's disgusting to me. We're all human beings. We're all God's children. [Rick] Santorum has said some cruel things, cruel, cruel things about homosexuals. Ask him about it. See if he attributes the cruelness of his remarks years ago. Foul."

"I'm not sticking with people who are homophobic, anti-women, you know, moral values while you're diddling your secretary while you're giving a speech on moral values. Come on. Get off of it."

Rick Santorum previously quoted this to the Associated Press: "If the Supreme Court says that you have the right to consensual (gay) sex within your home, then you have the right to bigamy, you have the right to polygamy, you have the right to incest, you have the right to adultery. You have the right to anything."

Santorum sounds like such a noble guy and a true winner. I got a little wet down there just thinking of him verbalizing his love for everything faggotese. Is he hot?  Does anyone know? Anyone?

New Music: Noah and the Whale - L.I.F.E.G.O.E.S.O.N.

When I first heard it I thought Noah and the Whale were American but they're not---they're British, making folk music, and sounding here like the song had been something Tom Petty had left discarded. L.I.F.E.G.O.E.S.O.N. recently became a top 20 hit in the UK hitting number 14 and it looks like it might make waves in the Alternative scene here. I hope so. It's a great after-party tune to play and chill out to. while downing some thick red wine and cuddling next to someone you like a helluva lot.

Film Noir and the Male Physique

 

New York Was a Madhouse in the 70s

The other day I published a short piece on Queer New York where I came face to face with a living dinosaur called a Peep Show. You know, live 'nude' girls for a quarter a peep. Or something. You can't find sleaze anywhere in the City anymore. Not even if you nearly break your back trying. The Meat Market is now a posh repository of anyone who can pay huge bucks to own loft apartments and dine and drink in and around Hotel Gansevoort and the High-Line. The streets and avenues and neighborhoods are impossibly clean--well, unless you count the bags of garbage, but I mean whitewashed of old, decrepit storefronts and now harboring chic boutiques, bakeries, your basic department branch stores, pharmacies, and familiar fast-food places.  There's no grunge.  The subways still have crazies and pan-handlers but graffiti? It's against the law with steep fines.  Ditto the buses, and now they've gone green and are as emission-free as a baby's unpolluted thoughts.

Here's a video that shows what looks to be a documentary filmed probably before 1975 with terrible voice-overs, funk music in the background (ostensibly to make 'modern'), and shots of people going on their business, running, being pushed to and fro as they attempt to board the trains and stand in line for buses. I love how some woman who sounds awfully like Julie Kavner bemoans the fact that the city is nearly bankrupt because all of the money was going into the suburbs. Oh if you could see the city now, voice-over Julie. Try getting into a closet and see what you'd have to fork over a month. See if you could find a cabbie that speaks fluent English---and by that I mean gibberish---, although the credit-card option alongside the flat-screen TV is pretty neat and pretty much reduces the cabbie to a non-entity whom you could care less for. Only in New York, folks.

Trump is the New Napoleon

Donald Trump shows what a li-i-ittle... attitude can do. Let's leave it at that. I can't face the day thinking about that perpetual frown-slash-pout of his with those puckered lips and terrible rug.

Love Is in the Air in Detroit

I'm not sure of how these things transpire. First there's the cops who wheel away from two parked vehicles on a street in Detroit. There's a guy walking away from what seems to be an impending kick-ass moment. There's a bad-ass woman with red hair and bad fashion taste, looking distraught and basically pissed the fuck off. And soon enough, this woman, now alone, proceeds to beat the crap out of the car to the left (a Cadillac) with what looks like tennis rackets? Golf clubs? Car jacks? Oh, wait, it's a folding chair thingy. Oh, who cares what it is. There's a huge amount of drama going on here, and the camera man was so nice to share this Waiting to Exhale moment with us all, voyeur that he is.  What a generous man to be behind the action. Then again, I doubt he could do anything, especially when this woman was holding a lethal weapon and full intent to create damage. So good for him. You go, Detroit! You booed Charlie Sheen away, you can do anything!

Porn Happens

This is the cutest little piece of news I've read all day and in a long time. An anti-porn politician of the mononym Arifinto who's political party was backing a strict law against pornography was caught in flagranti with his hand elbow-deep in the cookie jar looking at---you guessed it---downloaded images on his tablet.  While in parliament.  In a suit.  His claim?  Oh, he just "opened an email" and "whoomp---there it was!" Winking at him with airbrushed eyes and pouty lips.  Demure.  Sensual. In-vi-ting.  Um-hum. Considering he was trying to save Indonesia from going into moral decline I'd say he's quite a success. As long as he wasn't moist in his crotch and dry-humping I'd say go for it, right out in the sunny open for everyone to see.

NYC Subway Horror Story

 And now for something completely claustrophobic: On Friday night, 28 people got trapped inside the 181 St. Street elevator on the No. 1 line for more than hour with no ventilation whatsoever. Incidentally, this is not the first time this has happened. The last time it was right in the middle of summer. This time, people kept their cool for a while, but as temperatures increased, a little girl got a panic attack.

Consider this when the only way in or out of the station is through that one elevator because the station itself is one of the deepest in the City.  Not a place where one wants to find oneself.  I've been in that station, and it's a long ride to the surface inside that elevator.  And after this video, I think I'll get off on the next stop and just walk the extra couple of blocks.

And They Call it... Puppy Love....

When Harry Met Sally... Again

I've always wondered what became of Harry and Sally after their extremely neurotic courtship.  Did they grow old, did they consume massive quantities of Metamucil, did they move to Florida and live in a charming, cleaner-than-thou old people's home? Did they enjoy the miracles of Viagra while sexing it up to the beat of late 60s rock?  Did Sally, um... do a Biblical Sarah and become a veritable Olde Mother?

Well, here it is.  With some alterations to its original fabric.

When Harry Met Sally 2 with Billy Crystal & Helen Mirren from Billy Crystal

Update: Adele Spends an 11th Week Atop the UK Album Charts

The Official UK Charts are out, and the results are in: Adele's 21 continues to spend an 11th week at the top of the UK Charts while her debut album 19 slips a notch to accommodate Katy B's debut On a Mission. As of this moment only Elvis Presley has had a longer uninterrupted run on the album charts in the UK with 12 weeks on the top with GI Blues, and Blue Hawaii, with 17 weeks.

You go, girl.  You just go.  Sing your heart out, and sell them records.

Adele Beats Madonna's UK Record and Enters the Billboard Top 10

This is what happens when quality meets an quality-hungry public: a week ago, Adele matched Madge's UK Album Record by logging in a 9th straight week at the top of the Album Charts.  Not only that but her album 19 has consistently sold over the 100,000 mark week after week.  She now ties Dire Straits who a quarter of a century ago spent 10 weeks at the top with Brothers in Arms, and now she stands to match Shania Twain and Alanis Morrissette who have logged eleven (non-consecutive) weeks with their respective albums Come on Over and Jagged Little Pill.  Adele's first album still sits at the second spot, selling strong.  Her current single "Someone Like You" loses the top spot to J. Lo. who enters the singles chart at number one with "On the Floor", and now sits at the second spot.

On this side of the pond Adele logged three weeks on the Billboard Albums Chart and is still sitting at number 3, while her first single, "Rolling in the Deep", which had an early peak at number 13 based on sales alone, now cracks the Top Ten due to an increment in both sales and airplay and has reached number 10.  I'd say quite all right for the anti-GaGa, the girl who can bring the house down with her voice and a piano alone.

Video: Stand Up! Don't Stand for Homophobic Bullying

No es que quiera cogermelo o tocarle el culo en publico. ¡Solo quiero poder agarrar su mano! -- Julio, 26, Colombia

BeLonGToYouthService is a youtube page that sends out messages in support of LGBT youth linked to their own page, BelongTo.org and are based in Ireland.  Recently, they published a video that is titled "Stand Up! Don't Stand for Homophobic Bullying" that is very poignant, and sends a strong, positive message home.  Dr. Michael L Brown could only wish he could be behind these truly moving images, but his rampant stupidity dressed in false, messianic clothes prevents him to see anything past his own blind eyes. This is a video whose message can be understood past language barriers.


BeLonGToYouthService es una página de youtube que envía mensajes de apoyo a jóvenes LGBT vinculados con su propia página, BelongTo.org y estan ubicados en Irlanda. Recientemente, publicaron un video que se titula "Párese! No tolere el acoso homofóbico" que es muy conmovedor y envía una mensaje fuerte y positivo. El Dr. Michael L Brown quisiera poder desear que pudiera estar detrás de estas imágenes realmente conmovedoras pero su estupidez agresiva no le deja ver mas alla de sus ojos ciegos. Este es un video cuyo mensaje se puede captar mas alla de las barreras de lenguaje.

Bill Maher on Gay Marriage: It's Your Turn, Obama

Bill Maher takes on gay marriage and the lack of action on Obama's side of the table.  Of course, it's anyone's guess if Obama will do the right thing, or take his blessed time and use this for his re-election campaign next year.

Japan: The Tsunami Dog Gets Reunited with its Owner

No words.

No hay palabras.

The Apex of Ignorance: A Queer Thing Happened to America

This man thinks that having two daddies or two mommies is a Really Bad Thing.  I'm still recovering from Rutger's admittance and defense of having Snooki "speak" on campus.  Now I have to subject myself to watching non-actors and a kid reminiscent of Woody Allen's Annie Hall play out the horror of what it would be like to be raised by same-sex parents in what looks to be some grade-Z PSA from some uber-Christian channel?  Great.... I hope the woman who played the misinforming teacher role can face herself in the mirror tomorrow morning.  Then again, with that hair... she's really better off in an infomercial for alopecia.


El apice de la igorancia: Algo maricon le sucedio a America
por Ivan Vargas


Este hombre piensa que tener dos papás o mamás dos es Una Cosa Realmente Mala. Todavía me estoy recuperando de la admisión y defensa de Rutger de tener a Snooki "hablandor" en el campus. Ahora tengo que soportar el ver gente no actores y un chico que me recuerda al chico de Annie Hall representar el horror de lo que sería el ser criados por padres del mismo sexo en lo que parece ser un anuncio del servicio al publico grado-Z de algun canal mega-cristiano? La mierda....

Espero que la mujer que desempeñó el papel de maestra desinformante pueda verse en el espejo mañana por la mañana. Por otra parte, con ese pelo ... ella va mejor en un comercial para la alopecia.

Snooki Receives a Higher Speaking Fee than Toni Morrison

It's here. 2012 is here.  New Jersey jumped its own shark and is on its way to Hell.  Don't say you weren't forewarned.  As soon as a book deal came through for Nicole Polizzi, better known as Snooki, now authoress of a Book, you knew Humanity was getting dumped faster than all that radioactive material into the ocean in Japan.  This it It, folks, this is The Beast, Babylon enthroned!  She received a cute 32 THOUSAND dollars by Rutgers to come speak to its college-going alumni last week, 2,000 dollars north of what acclaimed poet Toni Morrison was granted.  I would have jumped over hoops and radioactive waste to listen Morrison read anything, even the phone book if that was all she had.

Where do I sign up?  I can take a punch to the face.  I got the guts.  I already did my GTL. I'm right here, MTV!  Come and get me!


Snooki recibe un honorario más alto que Toni Morrison
por Ivan Vargas


Ya llegó.  El 2012 está aquí. Nueva Jersey perdió toda credibilidad y está en camino al infierno. No digan que no estaban sobre aviso. Tan pronto como un le salió un contrato de libro a Nicole Polizzi, mejor conocida como Snooki, autora de un Libro, sabía que a la Humanidad la estaban arrojando al océano más rápido que el material radiactivo en Japón. Amigos, aquí está, La Bestia, ¡Babilonia en su trono! Recibió 32 mil dólares departe de la Universidad Rutgers para ir a hablarle a sus alumnos la semana pasada, 2.000 dólares más de lo que la aclamada poeta Toni Morrison le fuera pagada.  Yo hubiera saltado montañas y residuos radiactivos para escuchar leer asi fuera la guía telefónica si eso era todo lo que tenía.

¿Dónde me inscribo? Puedo recibir un trompón en la cara. Me sobra el valor.  Ya hice mi ropa y hasta puedo incrementar mi bronceado de una vez por semana a tres veces al día. Aquí estoy, MTV! ¡Vengan por mí!

Good Night, Everybody!

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Damian Furtch's Attacker Arrested But Claims He Is Gay

"The fact that the attacker in custody alleges he is gay does not change the fact that he shouted anti-gay slurs while attacking me," -- Damian Furtch on being assaulted by Anthony Bray and another man outside McDonald's on 6th Avenue.

Can a gay man gay-bash another?  I'm going to say yes, absolutely, provided there's enough self-hatred involved or if one wants to use it as a quick alibi.  Such is the case of the guy arrested for beating up Damian Furtch about a week ago as he was coming home from work and stopped at a McDonald's.  Anthony Bray, 21, and another as-yet unknown man, set themselves upon Furtch, and according to Furtch's statements, screamed slurs such as "fucking faggot".  A video has surfaced showing Furtch being sent into oncoming traffic on 6th Avenue after being pummeled in the face.  Bray, who is homeless and has a history of  drug possession, robbery, and graffiti, claims Furtch 'disrespected' him and this justified his attack but added that it couldn't be seen as a hate crime because---get this---he too is gay.  That's fine and dandy and positively peachy, but then will the second man, once apprehended, also claim he's gay in order to lessen the incident to that of men involved in a fistfight?

The Tsunami Dog

I love small miracles.  I love it when, despite a tragedy that is encroaching global proportions, one can look at the signs of hope that still exist, of creatures that mean something, that are here despite the devastation and the immense, painful loss.  Three weeks after the terrible earthquake that rocked Japan and has caused so many aftermaths, this uncollared dog was found atop a floating rooftop off the coast of Kesennuma.  The video shows a animal scurrying around the roof---itself in the middle of an island of debris---as rescue workers attempt to get a hold of it and bring the animal to safety.  Pretty emotional stuff and I admit it, I'm a softie.  Good news is always welcome.

El perro del tsunami

Me encantan los pequeños milagros. Me encanta cuando a pesar de la tragedia que está invadiendo proporciones globales se pueden ver algunos de los signos de esperanza que todavía existen, de las criaturas que significan algo, que están aquí a pesar de la devastación y la pérdida inmensa y dolorosa. Tres semanas después del terrible terremoto que sacudió a Japón y ha causado tantas secuelas, se encontró a un perro sin collar encima de un techo flotante en la costa de Kesennuma. El video muestra a un animal corriendo sobre un techo en medio de una isla de basura mientras los equipos de rescate intentan llevar el animal a la seguridad. Es algo bastante emocional y lo admito, soy sentimental. Las buenas noticias son siempre bienvenidas.

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