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Nov 12 2008
The Marrying Kind Comments (8)

IMG_1344Yes! I met Whoopi Goldberg and she happily posed with her sign.

IMG_1382 My partner José, my pal Jason and I just got back from the well-organized and upbeat march in Columbus Circle to protest California's passage of Proposition 8—there were thousands of queers, but not much anger because I think most of us are confident that we are on the right side of history. It seems likely California's Supreme Court will not ratify Prop 8 and young people support gay-marriage rights in overwhelming numbers. (It's a shame New York is hemming and hawing on the issue thanks to fake Democrats.)

I got to meet some great people (including a nice man from TheMarryingKind, which advocates boycotting all weddings until gay marriage is legal everywhere...which is great until your sister gets married) and was recognized as Matt from BoyCulture by a really adorable young couple—I felt like a movie star in-between projects! (Thanks for saying hi, guys.)


Here is my video of the event (with a lot of Whoopi Goldberg and some Judy Gold action):

Whoopi was quoting Benjamin Franklin and also talking about partners being unable to visit each other in sickness. Later, on video, she said, "Now, I'm not a big fan of marriage. But people who wanna be married should be able to get married." Asked why she's no fan of marriage, she smiled her Cheshire Cat smile and said, "I just don't do it well."

As soon as I arrived, I spotted Kate Clinton, who showed off her handiwork with a smile (how is she 61 years old???):

The protest was focused on the G-d damn Mormons, who largely funded Yes On 8.

I also finally got to meet Joe Jervis of JoeMyGod, who graciously linked me ages ago when I was a newbie (I just celebrated my third year as a blogger. Or rather, I forgot my own anniversary on November 6!) but whom I'd never met until tonight. He's as nice as you'd expect and wouldn't be caught dead smoking on film—very Obama of him:

JOMG! It's JoeMyGod!

I also snapped Shortbus superstar PJ DeBoy, who made sure to introduce himself after I prevailed upon him for a picture—it would have been rude to give him my number in front of my partner at a gay-marriage rally, right? Right?:

The hot butch look that is all over Milk is officially back "in."

And how fun to see living-legend playwright Tony Kushner:

Playwrights for gay rights!

More pix:

Plain & simple.

Ask Marie & I bet she'll be Dancing Around The Subject With The Stars.

The "G" is silent & invisible...like we used to be. NO MORE!

It's not like we're taking away straight marriage!

"Britney Spears - 55 Hours Me - Never?"—Judy Gold's signs were the Gold standard.

Makin' Whoopi.

Doesn't this look authentically '70s? Hot! (UPDATE: He is Eric Leven, duh.)

Okay, to an extent I was using the march as an excuse to take guys' pix.

I particularly liked, "Who Would Jesus Hate?"

Sucks to be in traffic.

Positivity was also in vogue.

Delicious potshots at the Mormons.

We are family.

More random hotness.

It was almost like there was a cash prize for best signs!

If you've read this far and you're in NYC, come on out on Saturday, November 15, from 1:30 to 3:30 p.m. at New York City Hall. Check JoinTheImpact.com for more details.

UPDATE: I almost forgot a hilarious aside—two cops holding up a flimsy barricade at Columbus Circle were talking amongst themselves, with one saying, "...I guess as long as they don't go into the streets?" They seemed clueless about what would be a big issue. Then one said, "Thing is, I really gotta pee," to which his comrade said, "Yeah, me, too." I'm pretty sure a few ears pricked up over that exchange.
Nov 02 2008
Passing By Comments (5)

IMG_2956 Today, I received word that a young man I'd met only once had suddenly died, killed in a car crash in my hometown of Flushing, Michigan, at an intersection I'm very familiar with. His name was Zach Morley, and he was the boyfriend of my second cousin—one of the daughters of my cousin who used to babysit me, and who I looked up to as being cooler than Pinky Tuscadero at the time. I hope I'm not invading her privacy in writing about his death—it's just that it absolutely breaks my heart. 

I'd been introduced to Zach, who was just 18, at my grandmother's 90th birthday party in Frankenmuth. He and Alyssa were an adorable couple. I had not seen her since she was small enough for me to send kiddie Christmas gifts, but I was pleasantly surprised to find that she and her sister had grown into offbeat, smart, hilarious young women who struck me as being almost to the left of me...which is hard to do, harder still in my own family. Zach seemed to be a kindred spirit to her, and I immediately related to him. They'd even gone to see the True Colors Tour together, and he was studying poly sci, looking forward to voting in his first election (for Barack Obama, as it turns out).

UPDATE: More details about Zach—he was a gifted musician, passionately against our country's illegal war in Iraq and was killed while going to the store for milk.

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