Lesbian Detective Laura McCallister

Every news site today has a picture of a guy kissing a guy. I’m assuming there are some women kissing women somewhere.

Regardless…

Thanks, California Supreme Court, for figuring out that commitment is commitment, love is love!

It still sucks to fathom what feels like a celebration, a victory—things that so very many people are allowed the right to take for granted. Maybe one day … on the backs of those who are fighting for us. Thanks to them, as well.

Hold your partner!

Kate Sutter, the narrator of Scavengers, has been a busy little bee-word. She got a blog all set up for the Lesbian Adventure Club.

Let the blog wars begin!

She and Claudia host it next, and Kate swears Holly and I are begging for our comeuppance. Spare me, Kate! Hardly a reason to tremble.

If a man is called to be a street sweeper, he should sweep streets even as Michelangelo painted, or Beethoven composed music or Shakespeare wrote poetry. He should sweep streets so well that all the hosts of heaven and earth will pause to say, here lived a great street sweeper who did his job well.

—Martin Luther King, Jr.

Heaven and earth still pause, Dr. King, to laud what you did while here and what you still inspire.

See, gays are generally an accepting, peaceable group. Discrimination often — but certainly not always — tends to make a soul more sympathetic to the plights of others.

It’s “your side” that tends to be filled with hatred…hiding behind self-righteousness and passing judgment.

When your “glass closets” come crashing down around you, I feel no sympathy. Had your “glass closet” been used as merely a survival tool, then I would, as I do not like to see people suffer. But when it has been used to protect a secret that reeks with pompous hypocrisy — allowing you to inflict suffering on others and to perpetuate hate — it doesn’t do a whole lot more than make me sick to my stomach.

See, if you were just honest with yourself and accepted who you are, “our side” would welcome you, Republican and all. It’s “your side” that will shun and ridicule. Just the hate-mongers would abandon you.

We would not.

Seriously, come on out. The light burns worse inside a “glass closet” and you don’t have to worrying about throwing stones.

Then you won’t have to stand on national television and profess, “I have never been gay!” (“And I apparently have never heard of the ‘How do you make Ben gay?’ joke; otherwise I would have made a better choice of words.”)

Oh, and make sure to ask yourself if your fellow GOPers want you to resign because you broke the law or because of what the circumstances imply. I, myself, think you should resign because broke the law and because you are a hypocrite.

Congratulations to Francis E. Allen, 75, for winning the Turing Award for Innovations to High Speed Computing. For the first time in 40 years, the Association for Computing Machinery awarded a women the honor.

And I love this… The Associated Press reports:

Allen called it “high time for a woman,” though she quickly added: “That’s not why I got it.”

Apparently 2007 is not really the Year of the Pig, but rather, the The Year of the Demise of the Chauvinist Pig.

First, Madam Speaker of the House. Why she didn’t use the gavel to club the guy standing in front of her at State of the Union is beyond me.

Second, a woman running for POTUS. Like her or not, ya gotta like the idea of ovaries in the oval!

Third, Geek Chicks rule! Go, Fran!

Fourth… please stay tuned!

Ya just gotta love this catchy article headline:

Well, hell, why didn’t I think of that? Beat my brains to a pulp and perhaps I’ll forget that I am a smoker.

As one of the filthy, stinky, scorned members of society, I am sure there are quite a few squeaky clean, fragrant, holier-than-thou members who would happily oblige.

Yeah, I know. The article says: Clearly brain damage isn’t a treatment option for people struggling to kick the habit. Sometimes, however, I think it might be the appropriate treatment option for the self-righteous non-smokers out there. Perhaps they’ll forget that while, yes, they have a right not to breathe my fumes, the entire fricking universe does not revolve around them. Blemishes, bad habits, and blasphemies—we all have a right to be here. If I keep my smoke away from you, would you promise to keep your hot air away from me?

Gee, don’t get me going here! I’ll end up on a rant so enraging that I’ll end up banging my head against the wall! And what’ll that get me?

Oooooh yeaaaaah!

Brain damage!

Then I’ll forget I’m a…

I’m a…

I’m a…um…

What were we talking about?