So Gay So What

Finding what is wrong in the lesbian story line on Cashmere Mafia is really easy. Is like finding hair in a guy’s chest. You know it is there and you can even spot it from a distance.

During the 7 episodes that aired back in January, a lot of people, including me, complained about Caitlin story line and they way they were portraying a lesbian relationship. It truly sucked, everybody knows that, but I was able find one positive thing about it and I must say it was an awesome progress.

It’s been 1 month now since I started this blog,  (yay!) but I am still wondering what direction to take. A little personality disorder, I must say.

I have to tell you, I have written a couple of personal post as well as funny ones and others more informative. Not quite sure about the personal ones and don’t really think it is fun to keep up with the news 24-7. So I asking my fellow readers, what kind of post you like the best:

1. Personal is cool as long as you make a fool of yourself or has a really inspiring story to share.

It’s great to go to Pride Fest. You get to see, learn and meet so many cool and crazy people, its good times guaranteed.

One thing I got to find out at Pride that I absolutely loved (to the point that I kissed my boy friend) was the PDK campaign. The idea of this is to cover up the world thousands of gay kisses. You kiss, they take a picture and upload to an interactive world map that pinpoints all the locations where the kisses happened.

The rules are: the kiss has to be public and has to be on display. For every picture, PDK campaign donates $1 to charity. I even kissed a boy, due to the lack of appropriate resources. Sometimes you have to make do. Anything for charity, baby.

Check out the website start PDKing!

Last episode of Work Out was so over scripted that I could swear I was watching an episode of Friends, much less funnier of course and much more tragic. C’mon, they had 4 scenes that involved eating (double date dinner, dinner at Jesse’s house, the lunch to gossip about Brianna and the cocktail-clothing line launching).

Besides those awesome scenes, the timing was surreal for reality TV. Jackie and Brianna waking up? No comments. Greg P. taking the elevator and walking in the gym while all the trainers were gossiping about the magazine he is on the cover? Jackie introducing her new girlfriend that already lives with her to her trainers/friends? What? Was she hiding the girl somewhere nobody could find? It just looks like everything was set up to create the tension and the drama … and the gossip, of course.

I remember watching the Indianapolis 500 years back (2005), when Danica Patrick was still kind of a rookie. On that day, she took the lead in the race near the end and everybody was on their feet to watch the first woman to lead a Indy race in history. What a rush of adrenaline! She ended up finishing in fourth, but nobody ever forgot to watch out for her on the tracks!

Finally, this Sunday, with only 3 laps to go, Danica took the lead and won Indy Japan 300, making history being the first woman to win an Indycar race.

The thing is, it doesn’t really matter if you are into car races or not (I am totally into that having been in one in my home country), seeing a woman’s victory for the first time in a sport that the only thing you see around is men, men, men and more men, is a big deal. You can notice that by reading some commentaries in the press today and by the way the ESPN narrated her victory:

I’m a HUGE fan of PJ Harvey. When I heard that Leisha’s and Camila’s band name was going to be “Uh Huh Her”, I have to admit, I shivered. Big time.

According to the band, “that’s where the borrowing begins and ends”, so months later, I’ve decided to give them a second chance (haha) and check their music, forgetting about PJ’s song for a moment. Just a moment.

And they own it!

Conversation with a friend that is getting married in September:

Me: Congratulations! Let me know if you will need help with anything for the ceremony. I can give you a hand. By the way, I will be finally wearing a tux for a wedding!

Yesterday I was a woman in a mission. The objective was to find a dress, a DRESS (!!) for an upscale black-tie wedding this Saturday in Donald’s Trump hotel. F*ck.

As trying out the dress inside Macy’s fitting room, a sudden feeling invaded my soul. The feeling, I can describe, was like I was betraying myself and insulting who I was. Amazing.
 

I’m a 29 years old lesbian and I was never a butch and, until yesterday, I was comfortable being a femme and giving the good news to all the guys that hit on me. It is always crazy fun seeing their faces after the “Dude, I’m gay” act I love to perform every now and them.

The last thing I expected to see Madonna doing. She just can’t stop surprising everyone. It is stronger than her.

So how shocking was I when, entering Gay Pride Fest lat weekend, stumbled on the Police Dept booth where it reads “Fort Lauderdale Police Department NOW HIRING”?. Whaaat?

If one day a get a ticket, I can at least hope it is from a hot dyke female cop in uniform with a big Ray Ban glass. Can you imagine my answer to the infamous question?

No, but please, show me!