



Look at these magnificent queens…Inspiring.




Look at these magnificent queens…Inspiring.
I used to fake being sick so I could stay home and watch ElectraWoman and DynaGirl. So began my lifelong dream of working as a journalist for Ms. Magazine, fighting crime, and living in a mansion with my younger lover.


I studied this for hours and can still recall the full names of all of these characters by heart. I know some of their heights and weights circa 1983 as well.
(Source: dudetube)
Twenty years ago, I marched on Washington, DC to demand gay rights. Even seeing the AIDS Quilt again chokes me up. I’m so sad thinking about all those who died before seeing the fruit (ahem) of their activism, but totally grateful for the changes for the better they inspired.
In other news, I am old.
Amazing work in the Dominican Republic. Thanks to Dr. Jessica Forsyth of the Harold Hunter Foundation.




Preach.
Ciclavia, now in its sixth edition, will open up to pedestrians 15 miles of road between downtown L.A. and Venice beach on April 21st for its
See you at the beach tomorrow, everybody.
…of a window garden full of gigantic insects, including a fat black millipede, a centipede covered in mucus, and a bunch of red caterpillars. A big yellow crab took up most of the space: there were more arthropods than plants.
Later, I sat on a panel of gay scientists to discuss this garden crab, but he audience challenged our supposed lack of knowledge of gay culture. One audience member asked me if even knew what being gay meant. I took a deep breath and said, “Gurr…”
View Larger YMCA Locker Room by Paul Cadmus
I’m such a fan. He has a piece at the Whitney called “Sailors and Floosies” (1938) that I could stare at for hours.