I'm such a Phyllistine
Saturday was the GLAAD Media Awards in L.A. It's been four days, but keep in mind I had to travel and work in-between!
I like GLAAD. I support the work it does. I think all of the awareness it raises is invaluable, let alone the training it offers to newly-minted gay heroes and heroines and the hell it gives people and organizations who insist on defaming the LGBT community. There's nothing wrong with throwing a party to have fun and raise money and garner attention, even if the awards being handed out are certainly up for debate. I love Bill Clinton, but I'm not sure he truly deserves an award for his leadership on gay issues. I've never doubted he is pro-gay, but I'm not sure he's actually led with his gut. Not saying he should be tarred and feathered—he's done lots of good—but I am on the fence as to whether GLAAD should be awarding him anything.
Simon Halls, Matt Bomer, Rumer Willis & Jayson Blair: Power quadruple
All that said, the event was held at the J.W. Marriott, which sounds like someone who would be starring in Kansas City Trucking Co. (1976) or some other pre-condom (as opposed to bareback) classique. The carpet was wide open and there really weren't that many media types on my side of it.
Considering the scores of stars I snagged last year in L.A., I thought this was a good omen.
I was next to Autostraddle (I always am; they're cool) and the adorbs (the word suits him) Matthew Rodrigues, an on-camera host for Pop Sugar. I said, "I'm Matthew." He said, "I'm Matthew." I said, "I was Matthew first." He agreed a little too quickly, which instantly gave rise to a boner of contention; I had a hard-on for teasing him about it.
Chaz gave one interview on our end of the carpet —to Ms. Damiana Garcia
No matter; it wasn't even a real faux pas as I am clearly old enough to be his dad, which he denied, guessing me at 34. His straight camera guy went lower. At this point I was selling all my shares in Botox since I've never touched the stuff.
