Halloweenie Time
Monday, November 1st, 2004[pimp mode]
First off, shameless pimpery… If you are one of my few friends who isn’t an Angel fan, do not click on the following…
On the other hand, if you are an Angel fan and somehow haven’t found the time to check out the virtual Season 6 we’ve been working on since May, well, what are you waiting for?
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Saturday night, I attended a Samhain service presented by a kind of conglomerate pagan group. We did a silent supper (with our dead), danced the bonefire, and generally honored the traditional roots of the holiday. For the non-Pagan folks out there, it’s not as dark and mysterious as it sounds. We had about 50 people, including a dozen children, laughed, sang and had a great time.
Later, I went out to the nightclubs. The first club I went to, Heads Up, is the newest club in town and the crowd wasn’t very large. It was a respectable gathering of people, but not crazy busy or anything. After that I went over to The Trapp Door, where the wall-to-wall crowd made me claustrophobic.
Note to gay boys: angel wings are a) no longer original, b) never were all that interesting, and c) f*cking annoying in an overcrowded dance club.
Anyway, crowded bars on Halloween are not the best time to try and make new friends.
Sunday morning I went to church again. I can’t believe I’ve become one of those people who actually goes to church every week. Still, an hour or two a week dedicated to spiritual growth seems like a small thing with all the chaos in my life of late. Anyway, yesterday we began a 3-week “newcomers” class at the U.U. where we get to know each other beter, learn about the church, and ask the questions we’re not sure who to ask. I just have to say that Reverend Sean kicks serious butt. He’s the first transgender (FTM) senior pastor in U.U. history and amazingly bright. He’s the smartest philosopher I know in person (and might be able to give my LJ friends a run for their money on many topics).
My sister Joanna has just started dating this guy, Brandon, she’s known for about a year and we’re all pretty certain they’ll be married before next summer. She brought him over on Saturday and he ambushed me. As I was rushing around trying to get ready for my various plans, this RM (Returned Missionary) Mormon suddenly hits me with “Everything I Ever Wanted To Ask a Gay Person, But Was Afraid To Ask.”
First, he asked me if I ever dated women before and encouraged me not to “just give up on them” so easily.
Second, he insulted Unitarian Univeralism as “beleiving in nothing at all.”
Finally, he said “I guess you gotta do what make you happy, as long as you don’t push it on everyone else.”
[angry face]WTF??!?[/angry face]
I gave him a “free pass” this time because I was unprepared to have this covnersation, I was trying to get out the door, and because I could see my sister’s body tensing up for the big fight. Within the course of five minutes he had hit three buttons that usually earn someone a 45-minute discussion. When you’ve actually trained to be a diversity educator, it’s really hard to just walk away from those conversations without immediately addressing the bias and prejudice.
I learned the next day that Brandon’s older brother was gay and died of AIDS. He’s got issues that we’re going to have to deal with if he plans on marrying into this family. I’m sick and tired of having screwed up relationships with my brother-in-laws. All my sisters are okay with me being gay, but my brother-in-laws keep pulling this stupid macho homophobic crap.
Is anyone watching Manhunt on Bravo? It’s the male version of America’s Top Model. Anyway, there was a guy on the show named John from Northern Utah. He’s been eliminated from the show already, but he was in town for his birthday last Thursday and we got to do an exclusive interview and photo shoot with him this morning. He’s much cuter in person and just the nicest guy. Of course, we spend a great deal of time, off the record, expressing mutual admiration for Brett, who is straight but still absolutely yummy to look at. So, here’s a picture of me with Brett just before I left Vegas…
Anyway, John was really cool. He’s on his way back to L.A. tonight, but he and I actually hit it off as friends (we have the same taste in nightclubs, politics and guys apparently) but he said he’d call next time he’s in town visiting family. How is it that I always become friends with these unbelievably hot guys who would never date me, but enjoy hanging out with me? I swear, it’s becoming more and more frequent that I feel like the fat girl hanging out with the cheerleaders. *sigh*
