Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
Monday, October 12, 2009
I Don’t Want To See Your Tightie Whities – Pull ‘Em Up Campaign!
Tired of seeing young men and grown men wear those oversized pants that hang down and show their underwear?…......well now there’s a song out and a campaign to end that trend called Pull ‘Em Up!
Pull 'Em Up! Pull 'Em Up! Pull 'Em Up!
Pull 'Em Up! Pull 'Em Up! Pull 'Em Up!
VIA: Tasithoughts
White House Advisor dismisses National Equality March as "INTERNET LEFT FRINGE"
Oh. No. They. Didn’t.“That sentiment does not reflect White House thinking at all, we’ve held easily a dozen calls with the progressive online community because we believe the online communities can often keep the focus on how policy will affect the American people rather than just the political back-and-forth.”
Nice try invalidating our march. Sure, we’re just like the fringe that believed women should have the right to vote. And the fringe that demanded civil rights for blacks.
From John Avarosis @ Americablog:
So the gay community, and its concerns about President Obama’s inaction, and backtracking, on DADT and DOMA, are now, according to President Obama’s White House, part of a larger “fringe” that acts like small children who play in their pajamas and need to grow up. (And a note to our readers: The White House just included all of you in that loony “left fringe.”)
I wonder how the Human Rights Campaign is going to explain how the White House just knifed our community less than 24 hours after he went to their dinner and claimed he was our friend.
Ditto.
If standing up for equality means I’m part of the Internet Left Fringe, then I wear the badge proudly, & so should everyone else. Badge below.
May 22nd will now be known as Harvey Milk Day in California.
May 22nd will now be known as Harvey Milk Day in California.
Gov. Arnold Schwarzenegger last night apparently signed a second bill passed by the state legislature to recognize the slain San Francisco Supervisor.The first attempt to establish the day of significance was vetoed by Schwarzenegger, who at the time said it was more appropriate to honor Milk locally where he had the most impact. Since then the Oscar-winning movie “Milk,” a posthumous Presidential Medal of Freedom and his induction into the California Hall of Fame has elevated Harvey Milk’s status as a civil rights icon.Milk became the fifth openly LGBT person elected to public office in the United States when he was elected to the city’s Board of Supervisors in 1977. He was assassinated in his office in 1978 along with the city’s mayor, George Moscone.
The signing has been confirmed by the Sacramento Bee. The Haters over at SaveCalifornia.com who have been lobbying hard against the law are none-to-pleased, releasing the following in a news release this morning:
“Harvey Milk was a sexual predator of teens, an advocate of polygamous relationships, a public liar, and is in no way a good role model for impressionable schoolchildren,” said Randy Thomasson, president of SaveCalifornia.com. “Sadly, children in public schools will now have even more in-your-face, homosexual-bisexual-transsexual indoctrination. This provides the strongest impetus yet for loving parents to remove their children from anti-family public schools.”
“’Harvey Milk Day’ teaches children as young as five years old to admire the life and values and the notorious homosexual activist Harvey Milk” said Thomasson. “The ‘suitable commemorative exercises’ that are part of ‘Harvey Milk Day’ can easily result in cross-dressing exercises, ‘LGBT pride’ parades and mock gay weddings on school campuses — everything Harvey Milk supported.”
Schwarzenegger also signed a bill that would recognize gay marriages
performed in states where it is legal.
Take that Prop 8 supporters!
GOT MILK IN YOUR LIFE??
Townhouse Brooklyn
(Pic 1)
(Pic 2)
(Pic 3)
(Pic 4)
(Pic 5)Just a nice picture of stairs in Boerum Hill, Brooklyn, which
I've photoshopped into a playful picture (Pic 1).
I'm really enjoying the pleasures of finally knowing Photo Shop
enough to use if professionally.
You'll notice a series of the same stairs (Pics 2,3,4) which I've replaced the outdoor lantern choice, from what is currently there now (Pic 5)
Which of the choices do you like? Please comment.
GENERATION B In a Changing Era, a Reminder of AIDS
Although life continues to move forward, I'm still missing all of my friends that have passed away, all that good comraderie that I've missed with them not being around. It's sad to also state, that a whole generation of people my age are gone, the "long time friends" that normal people have in their lives, all have disappeared to AIDS. Only someone who has lost so many can really relate to the missing generation of my gay buddys and friends. Missing in action, Walter, Michael, Dennis, Michael W, PJ, and many more...............
ANOTHER CHANCE Sean Strub, who was told he probably wouldn’t live past 1987, and the medications to inhibit H.I.V that he takes daily, below.
BY the fall of 1995, Sean Strub was near death from AIDS.
He’d already lived longer than he was supposed to. He was sure he’d experienced the first symptoms while a student at Columbia in 1979, though by the time he was tested and his disease formally diagnosed it was 1985. “The doctor held my hand, looked into my eyes and said, ‘Sean, these days you can have a good two years.’ He was trying to cheer me up.” That doctor, Nathaniel Pier, died of AIDS, as did another who treated Mr. Strub, Dr. James Nall.
Five of the six men he had roomed with in New York City during the 1980s, including Andre Ledoux, Michael Misove, Bob Barrios and Paul Friedman, died of AIDS.
Early on, Mr. Strub helped support himself by building mass mailing lists of people involved in gay causes. (“If a gay travel agency went out of business, I’d buy that list.”) In those pre-Internet days, his lists made him invaluable for fund-raising and political activism as he joined groups like the Gay Men’s Health Crisis and Act Up. He lived, worked and protested in the heart of the epidemic, was arrested for civil disobedience several times and knew hundreds of gay men who died of AIDS. He once had to choose from three memorial services held on the same day. When visiting a friend at St. Vincent’s Hospital in Greenwich Village, he would walk the halls, read the names on the doors and discover others he knew who were dying.
In 1994, he started POZ, a magazine for the H.I.V.-positive. The idea was to give people hard facts, but realistic hope, although by 1995, his appeared to be running out. He normally was thin — 6-foot-1, 156 pounds — but by then weighed 124. The Kaposi’s sarcoma lesions, which started on his body in 1994, spread to his neck, face and, by 1995, his lungs, making him a “90-9” club member: 90 percent died within 9 months. That year, 51,373 Americans died of AIDS, the epidemic’s high point, according to the federal Centers for Disease Control and Prevention.
And then in January 1996, protease inhibitors that stopped H.I.V. from replicating were approved by the Food and Drug Administration; Mr. Strub started on a daily dose of 16 pills.
In one week, he felt better. In a month, others noticed. “For the first time I thought I’d be alive in a year,” he said. “My planning window changed.” He bought a new suit, visited the dentist again.
He worried that the drugs, like others he had taken, would stop working. But as lesions disappeared, the weight returned, his energy remained good and time passed, “I crossed the line.” He grew accustomed to good health, though he’d changed. “I was more reflective, grateful, guilty, thinking about the ones who were so close, who’d made it to ’94 and ’95 and just missed being saved.”
Sometimes it felt as if he was the last one out before the building collapsed.
He moved 75 miles from Manhattan to Milford, Pa., a frayed, somewhat depressed area, where he bought a run-down hunting cabin on 600 acres. He fished and indulged his interest in historic preservation. “I started projects that took two to three years. I was willing myself to expand my planning window.”
In 2001, he began publishing Milford Magazine, extolling the town’s virtues, and in 2004 he sold POZ.
He fixed up and sold real estate, organized local festivals, opened a restaurant, a bed and breakfast, a newsstand and a mailbox store. In 2001, he and a business partner bought a historic hotel that had been closed 25 years, and in 2006 reopened it as the Hotel Fauchere, renovating it with enough care to become part of the Relais & Châteaux hotel group. “I got hyper-involved in Milford,” Mr. Strub said. “It was like I was putting myself into a Norman Rockwell painting.”
And yet, he couldn’t quite forget.
So many contemporaries had died that, at 51, he now has friends who are mostly older or younger. Even sophisticated young men he would meet, like Matthew Vitemb, 21, a recent graduate of Bard College (who prefers “queer” to “gay,” which he considers an outdated boomer term), had never known an H.I.V.-positive person until he met Mr. Strub.
Mr. Strub was struck that recently, when Representative Tammy Baldwin, the openly lesbian congresswoman from Wisconsin whom he calls a hero, released a video describing the impact of health care reform proposals on gay men and women, she didn’t mention AIDS.
While AIDS deaths in the United States are the lowest in 20 years — 14,497 in 2007, according to federal figures — and the most affected race has changed from white in 1995 to black today, the biggest single group dying is still gay men. “People don’t understand how easily it can happen again,” Mr. Strub said.
Somebody has to be the memory, he said.
In April, for the first time in a decade, he moved back to Manhattan full time, and now spends most of his days working for a small nonprofit group on AIDS issues. “I felt like I’ve done what I can do in Milford,” he said.
So many longtime advocates he’d known from the ’80s and ’90s now suffer from substance abuse and mental health issues like depression, that he has come to think of these problems as a form of post-traumatic stress caused from being so immersed in death.
The book that most brings back the feeling of that time to him is not about AIDS, but about Vietnam: Michael Herr’s “Dispatches.”
“You lived never knowing who would die next, where the next bomb would go off,” Mr. Strub said.
It’s probably a sign of his own trauma that as bad as things were then, “I miss the camaraderie the epidemic created,” he said. “An incredible clarity of purpose. An incredible sense of community.” He finds making new friends easier if it’s someone H.I.V.-positive.
He helped out with the National Equality March that is taking place in Washington this weekend. He assisted a younger black woman, Christine Campbell of Housing Works, a Washington-based AIDS services provider, with organizing the AIDS vigil for Saturday night. During a conference call last week, he was mostly quiet as she described the preparations, speaking up only to remind everyone of the plan to hand out palm cards for collecting e-mail addresses so they could build a contact list for future political action. “I feel like the grandpa,” he said after the call. “This is being created by a new generation of activists, so bright and excited.”
Mr. Vitemb, the recent Bard graduate, said his generation has internalized the lessons of gay boomers. “No one I know has multiple, multiple partners now,” he said. “Most young people now seem to want to be married.” But his generation doesn’t know how these changes came about, he said. “Sean provides a firsthand connection to that.”
Mr. Strub’s first gay rights march on Washington was in 1979. He was 21 and so thrilled that afterward he wrote a six-page letter to his parents in Iowa explaining how he was dedicating his life to the movement.
Now, he is marching in memory of lost lovers, lost roommates, lost doctors and all those others who didn’t make it to 1996 and the new meds. But he is also marching with his cousin, James Neiley of Vermont. James is 17, openly gay, and last spring spoke at a public hearing in Montpelier, presenting state senators a manila envelope filled with 100 letters he’d collected from teachers and classmates at Champlain Valley Union High School supporting gay marriage.
Published: October 8, 2009 NEW YORK TIMES
E-mail: Generationb@nytimes.com
Robert Caplin for The New York Times
Five of the six men he had roomed with in New York City during the 1980s, including Andre Ledoux, Michael Misove, Bob Barrios and Paul Friedman, died of AIDS.
Early on, Mr. Strub helped support himself by building mass mailing lists of people involved in gay causes. (“If a gay travel agency went out of business, I’d buy that list.”) In those pre-Internet days, his lists made him invaluable for fund-raising and political activism as he joined groups like the Gay Men’s Health Crisis and Act Up. He lived, worked and protested in the heart of the epidemic, was arrested for civil disobedience several times and knew hundreds of gay men who died of AIDS. He once had to choose from three memorial services held on the same day. When visiting a friend at St. Vincent’s Hospital in Greenwich Village, he would walk the halls, read the names on the doors and discover others he knew who were dying.
In 1994, he started POZ, a magazine for the H.I.V.-positive. The idea was to give people hard facts, but realistic hope, although by 1995, his appeared to be running out. He normally was thin — 6-foot-1, 156 pounds — but by then weighed 124. The Kaposi’s sarcoma lesions, which started on his body in 1994, spread to his neck, face and, by 1995, his lungs, making him a “90-9” club member: 90 percent died within 9 months. That year, 51,373 Americans died of AIDS, the epidemic’s high point, according to the federal Centers for Disease Control and Prevention.
And then in January 1996, protease inhibitors that stopped H.I.V. from replicating were approved by the Food and Drug Administration; Mr. Strub started on a daily dose of 16 pills.
In one week, he felt better. In a month, others noticed. “For the first time I thought I’d be alive in a year,” he said. “My planning window changed.” He bought a new suit, visited the dentist again.
He worried that the drugs, like others he had taken, would stop working. But as lesions disappeared, the weight returned, his energy remained good and time passed, “I crossed the line.” He grew accustomed to good health, though he’d changed. “I was more reflective, grateful, guilty, thinking about the ones who were so close, who’d made it to ’94 and ’95 and just missed being saved.”
Sometimes it felt as if he was the last one out before the building collapsed.
He moved 75 miles from Manhattan to Milford, Pa., a frayed, somewhat depressed area, where he bought a run-down hunting cabin on 600 acres. He fished and indulged his interest in historic preservation. “I started projects that took two to three years. I was willing myself to expand my planning window.”
In 2001, he began publishing Milford Magazine, extolling the town’s virtues, and in 2004 he sold POZ.
He fixed up and sold real estate, organized local festivals, opened a restaurant, a bed and breakfast, a newsstand and a mailbox store. In 2001, he and a business partner bought a historic hotel that had been closed 25 years, and in 2006 reopened it as the Hotel Fauchere, renovating it with enough care to become part of the Relais & Châteaux hotel group. “I got hyper-involved in Milford,” Mr. Strub said. “It was like I was putting myself into a Norman Rockwell painting.”
And yet, he couldn’t quite forget.
So many contemporaries had died that, at 51, he now has friends who are mostly older or younger. Even sophisticated young men he would meet, like Matthew Vitemb, 21, a recent graduate of Bard College (who prefers “queer” to “gay,” which he considers an outdated boomer term), had never known an H.I.V.-positive person until he met Mr. Strub.
Mr. Strub was struck that recently, when Representative Tammy Baldwin, the openly lesbian congresswoman from Wisconsin whom he calls a hero, released a video describing the impact of health care reform proposals on gay men and women, she didn’t mention AIDS.
While AIDS deaths in the United States are the lowest in 20 years — 14,497 in 2007, according to federal figures — and the most affected race has changed from white in 1995 to black today, the biggest single group dying is still gay men. “People don’t understand how easily it can happen again,” Mr. Strub said.
Somebody has to be the memory, he said.
In April, for the first time in a decade, he moved back to Manhattan full time, and now spends most of his days working for a small nonprofit group on AIDS issues. “I felt like I’ve done what I can do in Milford,” he said.
So many longtime advocates he’d known from the ’80s and ’90s now suffer from substance abuse and mental health issues like depression, that he has come to think of these problems as a form of post-traumatic stress caused from being so immersed in death.
The book that most brings back the feeling of that time to him is not about AIDS, but about Vietnam: Michael Herr’s “Dispatches.”
“You lived never knowing who would die next, where the next bomb would go off,” Mr. Strub said.
It’s probably a sign of his own trauma that as bad as things were then, “I miss the camaraderie the epidemic created,” he said. “An incredible clarity of purpose. An incredible sense of community.” He finds making new friends easier if it’s someone H.I.V.-positive.
He helped out with the National Equality March that is taking place in Washington this weekend. He assisted a younger black woman, Christine Campbell of Housing Works, a Washington-based AIDS services provider, with organizing the AIDS vigil for Saturday night. During a conference call last week, he was mostly quiet as she described the preparations, speaking up only to remind everyone of the plan to hand out palm cards for collecting e-mail addresses so they could build a contact list for future political action. “I feel like the grandpa,” he said after the call. “This is being created by a new generation of activists, so bright and excited.”
Mr. Vitemb, the recent Bard graduate, said his generation has internalized the lessons of gay boomers. “No one I know has multiple, multiple partners now,” he said. “Most young people now seem to want to be married.” But his generation doesn’t know how these changes came about, he said. “Sean provides a firsthand connection to that.”
Mr. Strub’s first gay rights march on Washington was in 1979. He was 21 and so thrilled that afterward he wrote a six-page letter to his parents in Iowa explaining how he was dedicating his life to the movement.
Now, he is marching in memory of lost lovers, lost roommates, lost doctors and all those others who didn’t make it to 1996 and the new meds. But he is also marching with his cousin, James Neiley of Vermont. James is 17, openly gay, and last spring spoke at a public hearing in Montpelier, presenting state senators a manila envelope filled with 100 letters he’d collected from teachers and classmates at Champlain Valley Union High School supporting gay marriage.
Published: October 8, 2009 NEW YORK TIMES
E-mail: Generationb@nytimes.com
Sunday, October 11, 2009
Mayor Gavin Gaven Newsom San Francisco declaring October 10th as "Joe Jervis Day in San Francisco."
Being a faithful follower of Joe My God, for the past year and a half, Joe is the go to person for the latest on "What's Going on in the Gay World"!
We, as bloggers, should be 1/100th as devoted as Joe Jervis is to our blogs and LBGT & HIV+ communities.
He really deserves this proclamation, he is a shepard and leader in the news affecting us each and every day of our lives.
He really deserves this proclamation, he is a shepard and leader in the news affecting us each and every day of our lives.
Congratulations, Buddy Joe, You deserve it man!
Joy Behar Interviews Gay Teens, about coming out and it's many emotions and issues/
On her new HLN show, last night Joy Behar interviewed three gay teens about coming out in middle school. Project Runwaywinner Christian Sirano sits in (and promotes his new book.) As a child growing up in a rural country area, life was tough for me too, I'm glad I was able to escape for the hostility and homophobia I faced in my youth. I've chosen to be strong and thank my family every day for their understanding and support.
VIA: Joe My God
VIA: Joe My God
Sunday, October 4, 2009
Saturday, October 3, 2009
Mountain Dew Ultra Violet
ULTRAVIOLET
For the first time in the brand's history, Mountain Dew has introduced a flavored line extension that's available exclusively in a diet version.
Violet is lavender’s butch cousin. But they’re both gay. Gurls, it’s purple, it shares the same name of a wonderfully weird warhol superstar and it’s diet. What can i say, I’m downing it with delight !
I had this cun-cock-sion while visiting South Jersey last week. I like diet sodas, so it was very good, unbelieveablly. Well, Look who's passing as the Judge!!
ONLY AVAILABLE AT WAL-MART
HIKE EM UP HONEY!
YES, YOU TOO MISTER!
THIS IS A MUFFIN WITH ALOT OF STUFFIN'
A LITTLE LEOPARD FOR CONTRAST
DROPPIN' EM LIKE IT'S HOT, OMG, I JUST COULDN'T IMAGINE
YEA, IT'S A MAN IN DEM DAIR BOOTS!
CARE FOR A GAME OF SOCCER?
AND ANOTHER TO BRIGHTEN YOUR DAY
PANTY LIONS
LOOKING FOR SHREDDED CARROTS?
YOU GO, GRANDMA
FLYING BELOW THE RADAR
THE THONG THAT'S JUST GONE WRONG
POPPY'S SHORTS FROM GYM CLASS, CIRCA 1930
PAINTED THESE ON I GUESS?
CAN'T DECIDE IF IT'S WINTER OR SUMMER
YEAH HERE'S A REAL CRAZY CAT LADY IN THE WORKS.
YEAH, SHE'S PACKING ALRIGHT!
GIRL, I THINK YOUR SKIRT'S A RIDING UP
WHERE ARE THE MUFFIN TINS? BABY'S GOT BACK, FRONT & SIDEWAYS
FLASH DANCE FARMER
COULDN'T FIND A FRESH PAIR OF SHORTS, SO SHE WORE HER 4 YR. OLD'S SHORTS
WTF? MEN IN PINK PANTS??
AND I LEAVE YOU WITH THIS..................
SPEAKING OF FRESH.....TODAY'S ROADKILL SPECIAL
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