By Jeff Walsh
Truth isn't stranger than fiction for Wilson Cruz.
When Cruz portrayed Rickie last year on the acclaimed-albeit-canceled television show "My So-Called Life," truth doubled as fiction as he brought his own painful and sometimes repressed memories of growing up gay to the screen.
The show was lauded by critics for its honesty and willingness to talk about real issues concerning teenagers. And as many television shows spent the holiday season making oh-so-hip references to "It's a Wonderful Life" while showing family togetherness scenes that would make Newt Gingrich feel all warm inside, My So-Called Life told a bitter truth as it followed Rickie, who ran away from home before Christmas because he was having problems with his sexuality.
A new book examines a gay son's suicide, and his mother's new life.
By Jeff Walsh
Bobby Griffith's four-year struggle with being gay and trying to live a Christian life ended on Aug. 27, 1983.
On that day, the twenty-year-old California man backflipped off a freeway overpass in Portland, OR., timing his leap so his body would be struck and killed by an oncoming tractor-trailer.
By Jeff Walsh
To this writer, gay pride always seemed an uneven mix of sex and politics. But that all changed when I went to the 1994 Pride Parade in New York City. I had written against gay pride parades before attending that event, but my viewpoint changed when I saw the school bus come down the street.
It's all kind of surreal now, so I don't know if it was a real school bus. For some reason, I think it was a fake float made to look like a school bus. In any event, the float was sponsored by the Hetrick-Martin Institute, a gay city high school.
So boobs suck. Well, not everyone's, just my boobs. So recently I have been thinking about a breast reduction, because life would be much easier with smaller boobs. I probably wont get one, because I pride myself in loving myself for who I am, and I want to learn to love my breasts in all their bigness. If they were so big that they caused me serious health problems then I would be much more likley to go through with it, but the're not.
I had the most fabulous weekend. I went to a Margaret Cho show, and oh-my-fuckin-gosh, it was hilarious. She's so...amazing...and admirable. They way she delivers her material is so fresh. In short, Margaret Cho is my hero. She was also an outspoken gay rights supporter, which didnd't really matter to the audience since she had such a huge queer following. It was liberating.
Well, it's getting warm, about 34�F (stupid Fahrenheit, we (the U.S.) should adopt Celsius as our temperature scale of choice). Which means some of the snow is melting. Yay! We got hella lot of snow this year. In February alone we got a record 21.7 inches (yet another scale to replace). Yeah, I know, it may not be a lot to you Northeasterners, but it's still a lot to us. All in all, this has been the 3rd snowiest winter in recorded Indiana history and we have yet to have one single snow day. Bah! I'm sick of it. But, depending on Tuesday's temperature, we are either going to get snow or rain. I'm voting for rain because I simply adore rain, although I wouldn't mind the snow if and only if it came bundled with a SnowDay�. Rain...mmmm, rain....
I'm writing this blog on one of the Unix systems in my school's CS lab. My homework is runnig in the background like the little engine that could. I think it can I think it can.
I'm kind of in poetry thought mode. I didn't really have much of a weekend and what I had was not the great so today, Monday, I want my weekend to start. Unfortunatly for the same reason that I had no weekendl, I'll be trudging through this week spouting I think I can I think I can, like the little engine I am, moving from assignment to assignment befor I go on break.
Today has been suprisingly not bad, considering it's a Monday. I just finished doing my Japanese homework; it was much less painful than it usually is. Of course, it was nice not having to trek across campus in the 6 degree weather to go to the language lab to do it...but that's besides the point.
Last Friday I received the necklaces I'd ordered online...One's a hemp necklace w/rainbow colored beads weaved in, and the other one has the female-female symbol on it. I've been wearing the second one all day, and I find myself wondering if people actually notice.
of a massage. Wringing, kneading, squeezing, lifting. Yummy. I can feel the stretches in my muscles and how it's stimulating my muscle tone. Increasing my circulation and slowly relaxing my nervous system. Removing all the stress and tension. My eyelids are getting heavier and heavier, and then BHAM....the touch is gone. Massages are the best, NOT SEX (well i would'nt know but eh), NOT CHOCOLATE, NOT HOT CHICKS/CUTE GUYS, BUT JUST MASSAGES! Of course a lil sex, some chocolate, and a hottie helping can never run short in the list of things...Boys and girls let your opinions, thoughts, feelings, pourrr....
I believe my dark side is becoming quite evident today. I've been bugged an apathy all day (as well as a headache) and have had a general feeling of fuck-all towards society. I realized how bad it was when I read a response to my own response on a certain user's blog. Normally being called rude and mean would bug me because I don't like to offend anyone. I would feel bad about it. But today, this gloriously dark day, I don't.
If you haven't seen it yet, I definitely recommend it. I believe there's a link in the forum.