1.) Don’t Ask Don’t Tell is over as of 12:01am tonight!
2.) California Supreme Court Chief Judge Ware decided to release the Proposition 8 court tapes so that everyone can see that there’s not a single good reason why gay marriage shouldn’t be legal!
3.) The first transgendered star on Dancing With the Stars is premiering tonight! (Dancing With the Stars has been getting a lot of crap about it, so make sure that you support Chaz Bono!)
5 months agoAppalled at Gabrielle’s secrecy and behavior; we’ve been together for nearly five years and she’s known how to make perfect nutella crepes this whole time!?
StoryCorps is an amazing organization that I started recently following. Their mission is to “provide Americans of all backgrounds and beliefs with the opportunity to record, share, and preserve the stories of their lives.” They help aid the process of recording, make the recordings public, and place all of their (so far 30,000) stories in the American Folklife Center at the Library at Congress.
Today, I asked Gabrielle to sit down and watch this animated version of one of the stories with me. Her, a bit impatient that I was interrupting her first week of school reading (but that’s another post), sat down on my lap. By the time the story finished, she was bawling her eyes out, arms wrapped around me.
For me, the part about walking down the aisle(s) together really hit a cord.
Thanks, Danny and Annie.
5 months ago
We went up to Sonora to do a house exchange for a few nights and there were two TINY kittens at the house, probably around 6 weeks and 9 weeks. I think this was Tara’s ultimate vacation experience…
6 months ago
Today = fresh strawberry orange smoothies + perfect weather + Gilroy Garlic Festival deliciousness + walking around Santa Cruz with my best friend and her eighty year old hippie great aunt = WIN! PS: Guess the flavor! Mmm!
6 months agoTwo Christians came to my door yesterday while I was still in my bathrobe and slippers. Once it was revealed I was Jewish and in an interfaith relationship, they applauded me for not being so “strict and and set in [my] religious ways” like “most Jews are.”
I half smiled, told them thank you, and closed the door.
But yep. I’m feeling good ‘cause I guess I have that going for me.
6 months agoEqual rights are not partisan.
8 months agoAmidst all of our packing, from the living room, Gabrielle and I heard a soft rubbling coming from one of the boxes. Gently, the sound scrapped and we heard the tiniest of little scratches, quietly, moving about in what sounded like one of the dozens of cardboard boxes that we picked up from people’s garages.
Gabrielle and I, nervous that a mouse had slipped through our door—carried inside whilst in the bottom of a box, inched ourselves closer to the sound slowly, until we finally cornered it in the least well-lit end of our hallway…
Carefully Gabrielle (for I insisted—she’s always been braver than I) slowly lifted only the corner of the top of the box off, and—not seeing anything more than black darkness—cautiously lifted the remaining corners.
Of course at that time, our mischievous cat, Macky, gave a sound of delight that we found her and that it was only us (she probably heard us creeping slowly at her too) and we carried her out of the box.
How did our disabled little kitten manage to climb all the way up and play inside this box?
I don’t know, but it sure scared us.
Incidentally, while unpacking today at our new house, I heard Gabrielle scream. Apparently in one of our bags (a bag that has sat in our old apartment for the past three years untouched (G-d, I hope so!) by us, she spotted a dead mouse. The bag was pretty tattered and torn (roughed up by Macky, smelling a mouse? …by the mouse itself? …or hopefully from wear of being at the bottom of our closet for three years with all of our winter boots…) and clinging onto the side was the mouse’s hard, mostly decayed sharp claws and curly tail.
Yuck. Finding the mouse gave Gabrielle such a scare that I elected myself to “unhook it” (that’s the most appropriate word choice I know) and take it outside.
8 months ago
Macky’s two new favorite hobbies: 1.) Looking out of the front window during the day and watching the birds and people walking by our street. 2.) Looking out of the back window at night and eagerly watching and trying to catch the moths on the other side of the glass.
8 months agoYou get to the point where you evolve in your life where everything isn’t black and white, good and bad, and you try to do the right thing. You might not like that. You might be very cynical about that. Well, fuck it. I don’t care what you think. I’m trying to do the right thing.
I’m tired of Republican-Democrat politics. They can take the job and shove it.
Republican New York State Senator Roy McDonald, speaking about his recent support (and change in stance) of same sex marriage.
8 months ago- Location! Location! Location! I LOVE our old neighborhood and also the fact that we are next to all of our other favorite neighborhoods!
- Our price of rent. (Sadly, what we pay for where we are is a bargain in San Francisco.)
- Our original claw foot tub! So lovely to look at and even lovelier to bathe in!
- Our “roof access” that gives us space for wine, watching fireworks, or even hula hooping.
- The fact that in this place, Gabrielle and I are kinda stuck together. I can call out to her on one end of the apartment and she’ll hear me at the other. If we need to be out the door in the morning, that we means we share the shower and bathroom. Forced close-spaceness bonding and cuddling still equals lots of bonding and cuddling.
- The fact that we’ve lived here for over three years—longer than any other place other than our childhood homes.
- The fact that this is the first place that we made a home together.
- The fact that this is the place where I pulled out a ring and asked Gabrielle to marry me.
- The fact that this is the place where Gabrielle cried and breathed hard threw her arms around me and agreed.
- The fact that this is the place where we first brought our tiny rescued kitty, Macky, home to us and turned our couple into a family.
- The fact that this is the place where, three months later, we cried together in bed about Macky being sick, not knowing if she’d make it, and losing our baby kitten.
- The fact that this is the first home where people got to see where we live, how we live together, where we first hosted parties, hosted our first Thanksgiving dinners, our Hanukkah dinners, our Shabbat dinners, our Passover Seders, and Sunday-night-after-church hangouts.
- The fact that this is the place where we lived—and often the location of—when we found and formed our first community in San Francisco.
We might be moving up, but we’ll never move completely away.
8 months ago
