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Proposition 8

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For the past month or so, I've been active in volunteering not only for my usual cause of helping the homeless, but also for No On 8, The Equality For All Campaign. This marks the first time in my life I have been an active participant in a political campaign. The reason I have chosen to become involved is because this is a cause that is more near and dear to my heart than perhaps any other. Proposition 8 has been placed on the ballot by members of the religious right who seek to overturn the California Supreme Court's May 2008 ruling "that the California legislative and initiative measures limiting marriage to opposite-sex couples violate the state constitutional rights of same-sex couples and may not be used to preclude same-sex couples from marrying." Since this is my blog, I'd like to take a moment to tell my personal story. I knew from a very early age that I was gay, despite the constant awareness that, from my perspective, the whole world seemed to be ant...

Oh, our lady of the Emmys

So I thought this was going to be my first blog about the Emmys, but I looked back and saw I had written about it in 2006. For a brief refresher, my boyfriend has worked at the Academy of Television Arts and Sciences (the organization that puts on the Emmys) since before I knew him, and as such I get to be his guest at the awards show each year. Except, that is, for last year, when his friend Leah insisted that he take her instead. I was a good sport and let her go, although I was bemoaned the chance to attend the last Emmys at the Shrine. This year was the first time the ceremony took place at it's new home, the Nokia Theatre at LA Live. I had been there once before to see Duran Duran on their most recent tour in support of Red Carpet Massacre. While I thought the venue was decent for a concert, I didn't see how it would translate into a ritzy awards show. The first sign of trouble came when we pulled of the 110 freeway and approached the Nokia using the round-a-bout dir...

is it all just a bad dream?

I had a weird dream last night. I was riding in a car with this guy I know (a friend of a friend) and he kept almost wrecking and killing us. I was very upset. After the third time, this old lady and her husband told me they were going to kill him. The lady gave me the keys to her SUV and house and told me I could have them since she would either be in hiding or going to jail. I drove off and heard a shotgun blast. Then I became someone else, a character, and that character met and fell in love with an older man. The character felt good because he already owned his own home and car (that the old murdering lady gave him) so he didn't feel like he was using the old man as a "sugar daddy". Thankfully I woke up before it got any stranger. Of course, after I woke up and got on the Internet I was reminded just how strange real life is at the moment. I couldn't avoid seeing the name Sarah Palin whether in the headlines or in my e-mail inbox. I remember back in 200...