Yep! Wanda's Gay!

Not that it comes as any surprise to me, but Wanda Sykes has recently come out. She says because of the recent passing of Proposition 8, she had to speak out by proclaiming herself as a lesbian.

“Now, I gotta get in their face,” she said. “I’m proud to be a woman. I’m proud to be a black woman, and I’m proud to be gay.”

She was at a gay rights rally in Las Vegas on Saturday, where she told the crowd, “You know, I don’t really talk about my sexual orientation. I didn’t feel like I had to. I was just living my life, not necessarily in the closet, but I was living my life. Everybody that knows me personally they know I’m gay. But that’s the way people should be able to live their lives.”

I am proud of Wanda. My gaydar was way high on this one, coupled with the fact you never saw her in dating men. I’m also glad that she opened herself up to her fans. Maybe that will inspire other black gay celebrities to come out. Hmm…Queen Latifah, anyone.

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TGIF: Fire, Lesbian Daughters and Gymnasts…Oh My!

Another Friday, yet again. Not much has been going on with me. Just a few interesting incidents here and there.

Like almost setting my house on fire. I had what could have been a potentially catastrophic event. Let’s just put it this way: I don’t like fire. Have a phobia about it. I’m truly scared when I see orange flames rising. I always have been. So when I smelled the smoke and then saw the fire, I was freaking out. Luckily Lebron was there to literally put the fire out — but she had to listen to my shrieks of panic for at least 10 minutes while she wielded the fire extinguisher at the oven. Lesson no. 1, kids: always check the oven before you turn it on. Fortunately damages were minimal — unless you count our ashes and soot we got all over us. I still can’t get some of it out of my fingernails.

Other than, it’s been a pretty slow week. I’ve been reading Now It’s My Turn, the book by Mary Cheney, daughter of vice-president Dick Cheney. No, I’m not a Republican, nor do I endorrse Bush or Cheney in any form or fashion. But considering she’s the lesbian daughter of a high political official, I thought I’d be interesting to read her point of view. I was half right. It was informative to hear Mary’s trials as Dick’s right-hand girl on both his campaigns, albeit a little dry. I thought I would get more details about her personal life, as far as being a lesbian, but it doesn’t go into too many personal details. What a pity. It should have been more about her own opinions about gay issues, especially Bush’s opposition to gay marriage, but she doesn’t offer much more than observations. I was disappointed.

Speaking of political, I’ve been somewhat watching the Olympics, mostly what doesn’t bore me to tears (badminton, anyone). I prefer to watch synchronized swimming and gymnastics. That’s my favorite, especially when the women perform. I love how flexible and graceful their bodies can become. The athleticism of these women is amazing. It takes me back to my high school cheerleading days, when I performed similar feats (not nearly on their level). Sometimes I wished I had taken up gymnastics when I was a girl, but instead I chose ballet. Not that I regret it; I love to dance (and still do). Yet who knows where gymnastics could have taken me?

That’s it for today. Until next Friday…

TGIF: Friday Ramblings

Today is yet another lazy Friday, and I ‘m glad.

It’s the kind of day I love where right on the cusp of the weekend, when there’s so much high hopes about to spend your two days of freedom. I usually wake up with a pep in my step, getting up at 7 a.m. (okay, maybe I hit the alarm until 7:15, 7:20 the latest) to be to work by 8. I may stop by an eatery, preferably Chik-fil-A. Oh, how I love their Chick-n-Minis; it’s like a little piece of heaven on a sweet bun. Lovely

At work on a Friday, it’s the time when people seem to chill out, and the telephones slow down. I can usually get a lot of reading done, and today was no exception. I was engrossed in The Rainbow Cedar by Gerri Hill. It’s the story of two lovers who find themselves completely attracted to each other, but because of their commitments, they can never quite hook up. Jay has been with her girlfriend for 8 years, and Drew doesn’t want to ruin Jay’s relationship. It’s a lot more complicated than that, but I won’t give away the plot. It’s really just a simple love story – and I love romance stories. Not cheesy ones, like the Gerri Harlequin romance, bodice-ripping epics I used to read as a teenager. (When I look back, how could I have read such crap?). The Rainbow Cedar is different, and I’m so psyched to see how it ends. Of course I know they’ll eventually come together. I’m getting excited to see how it unfolds.

Speaking of unfolding, it is kind of interesting to see Miss Lindsay Lohan cavorting with the likes of Samantha Ronson. Nobody has really made any kind of fuss or even blinked an eye about the happy couple, other than Los Angeles police chief William Bratton, who remarked that since “Lindsay Lohan has gone gay, we don’t seem to have much of an issue” with paparazzi. Those remarks reek of a homophobia. I don’t see where it’s anybody’s business but Lindsay and Sam. Personally, I think they make a cute couple, what with Lindsay all young Hollywood glam, and Sam dressed in her best L.A. DJ gear, which apparently is ratty T-shirts, skinny jeans and a black fedora. I wish them the best, because it does seem like Lindsay has calmed down a lot. Maybe Samantha is the kind of person she needs in her life. Based on the one episode I’ve seen of Living Lohan, it’s probably better she stay with the record-spinning Sam. I wonder if it’ll become a trend in Hollywood, not like it hasn’t before.

I’ve kind of become addicted to reality shows myself. I mean, it’s too easy to get caught up in the drama of someone else’s life, even if it’s for 30-minutes of entertainment. My indulgences are Big Brother 10, and all the back-stabbing cattiness of Keesha (yes, a white girl!), Libra and Jessie. Ugh, I wish they would send arrogant-ass Jesse home. Then I set my sights on Brooke Knows Best. Cheesy, yes, I know, but that’s why they call it a guilty pleasure. Even though she’s not the sharpest tool in the shed, Brooke seems like the most sane of the Hogan clan. Then it’s time for Tori & Dean: Home Sweet Hollywood, which I luv, luv, luv. I like Tori Spelling, especially since I’m a big 90210 fan. Tori’s not as ditzy or boring as I thought, and her show really surprised me. She’s actually very funny and down-to-earth. I happen to think her and Dean make a fabulous couple, although the fact they left their spouses to be with one another is a little devious. I just hope they last; somehow I’m sure they will.

Well that’s all folks…till next Friday!

Finally…

finally.jpgYou know how it is when you search and search to find the perfect outfit or pair of shoes, always coming close to what you want but not quite right? It’s almost like dating guy after guy (or girl), and while you might have a couple things in common, all the traits you like aren’t there?

That’s how I’ve been feeling about my site lately. Trying to find the perfect site theme and layout has been irking me to the hilt, but I’m glad to say I think I’ve settled on the perfect one … at least for right now.

The last couple few weeks have been hectic, to say the least, but I think I’ve got a handle on things. Right before Thanksgiving, I had a health scare with one of my parents that, thank God, has worked itself out. It’s frightening to see your mother or father in a fragile position, especially when you know they’re getting on in age. After a while (hopefully a long while), it’ll come a time when they’ll be relying on me and my siblings. Not something I’m prepared to think about, but hopefully when that day comes I’ll be ready.

My office has been driving me nuts with the all the Christmas activity they got going. Shhh, don’t tell them I secretly love it. Between buying the $10 Secret Santa gift and “donating” $5 toward the boss’ personalized present, and attending our xmas luncheon at a medium-priced steakhouse, I may end spending more at work than for my whole family :-). Why must Christmas be this high-priced affair for people I only see 8 hours a day?

However, I am excited about how this Christmas is going to work out for me and Lebron. This is our first Christmas we’re getting to spend together, if everything works out as planned. Her family is cool, mine is a little iffy, although everyone thinks their own family is when you’re bringing someone new around them. You want to make that impression for the sake of you and the special person in your life. Mostly, you just want to make it through the holidays with your family name intact. But I think my family’s cool; it’ll just take them some getting use to Lebron.this_christmas_chris1.jpg

Speaking of This Christmas, I have fallen somewhat in love with Chris Brown. “Baby” just blew me away singing Otis Redding’s “Try a Little Tenderness.” I didn’t know Chris had that kind of voice in him. He almost made me swoon. I loved the movie, especially when Lisa (Regina King) used the baby oil…

I hope I never have to try that one day on Lebron. 😉

This is For My Homies

40ounce.bmpIt’s another Friday night just chillin’ at my house. My friends have conceded to calling me an old lady, just because I don’t find being up in the club appealing. Right about now my girlfriends are getting out of the shower, scouring their closets for something to wear. I feel kind of glad I don’t have to spend my time doing the club thang, cause I’m getting too old for that shit. Not that I was ever that much into it. Clubs are cool every now and then, but after a while I’m like Loretta Devine from Waiting to Exhale: “Hell, I could be home watching an episode of Good Times.” (Or in my case, an episode of The Hills or Sex and the City). I tend to get bored very easily, especially if it’s a straight scene, and all I do is nurse the same drink all night. Not my idea of a good time. Once you’ve kind of settled down with someone special, there’s no need to carouse for something more. Most of my girlfriends are single, and while it doesn’t mean I can’t go out and have a good time with them, I don’t feel quite as compelled to run the streets as much anymore. Now here’s the part where I pour out my 40 ounce in memory of those days, like DRS in that early 90s jam, “Gangsta Lean.” (Or in my case, I’d pour an Amaretto Sour).

Lebron and I are enjoying a somewhat quiet night. We ordered pizza and watched last night’s episodes of Run’s House and Survivor: China. DVRebony.jpg is the shit. However, finding the time to watch the recorded shows is the hard part. There are still a couple of Top Model episodes I need to see, but haven’t gotten around to watching. I guess it’s all null and void at this point since I caught this week’s perfect disaster. Ebony, Ebony, Ebony…I guess all the criticism got to her, cause she just threw up her hands and left. Poor little daughter of a crackhead, who tried to so hard to prove how tough she was, became homesick. I was rooting for her at first, despite the gluey, ugly ass wig cap she had or the fact that she constantly wore a look as if something stank just crawled up her nose. I like seeing the underdog come up, and I really thought she would. And the sad thing is, if she would have opened herself up, she could have healed herself of some of that anger and pain. Maybe she would have realized her dream and become America’s Next Top Model (okay, who am I kidding; she would have been lucky to make the top 5). Now I’m stuck rooting for my next favorite, Heather. I love that girl. With a walk like a caveman but a heart of gold, she can model her ass off.

In other exciting news, Lebron’s all excited today because her shoes got published on a popular LeBron-based website. The site posts all kind of news about the Cleveland Cavalier forward. With my girlfriend being a die-hard LeBron shoe fanatic (oh God, you do not want to know how many pairs of shoes she has), a picture of her pair of Nike Zoom LeBron 20.5.5 was featured on the site. She’s overjoyed. Shoes are her life. (I almost think she loves them a little more than me). She’s all gushing cause this is big in the shoe community. You can see the two pics here (the black and white pair on the bottom labeled Freakystud21).

Well, it’s getting late and I have laundry to do in the morning. Hope my homies are being safe out there. Alcohol and stilettos don’t mix.

Yellow and Red Roses, Candlelight and Wine

degrassi07.jpgWell, it’s a Friday night and I have the house to myself. Lebron is doing her thing at home, while I sit here surfing and watching the new episode of Degrassi: The Next Generation. Yes, I do know it’s a show about high schoolers, but I can’t help my guilty pleasure. It kind of takes me back to my innocent days, when I was dating boys (ewww!) and denying my true passion. Degrassi also makes me realize that while kids still go through basic ordeals things really have changed. I’m glad to grow up in the time I did. The 1990s are nothing compared to the childhood years of the new millennium.

Speaking of kids, my 2-year-old nephew has a girlfriend. When I went to pick up some papers from my aunt, who runs the daycare he attends, he was his usual rambunctious self — running from place to place like he couldn’t sit down. When he finally did slow down long enough, he went to a cute light-skinned one-year-old named Morgan and hugged her ever so gently. Their heads touched, almost like they were about to plant puppy kisses on each other. I was moved. I wished I had a picture but I could grab my camera phone in time.

blackberrycurve.jpgThis morning, I went to pay my cell phone bill at the T-Mobile store and happened to peep out the new Blackberry Curve. This is my new phone crush. I’m ready to break up with the Pearl and start a new relationship with someone who can really take care of all my needs: a full keyboard, camera, MP3 player and that reliable BB push-through email. I did want the Sidekick, but as someone told me, once you go Blackberry, you never go back. When my contract is up in December, maybe I’ll treat myself to an early Christmas present. Preferably the gold-colored one. *Oooh, pretty*

As I’m winding down tonight, I can say it’s been a lethargic week. Beginning with Monday night, I found myself achy and longing to lie down. I woke up the next morning feeling the same way. With that, it only took a matter of minutes to me to call in to work. Here I am, taking Tylenol Cold and downing a bottle of orange juice, thinking I’m coming down with the flu or something. Later that night I got my diagnosis when my ass was literally hugging the toilet — and it wasn’t nothing nice. (Agbestmanbath.jpgain, eww…). I later speculated it was given to me from another co-worker…who also gave it to someone else because we all had the same symptoms. Stomach viruses are all the rage, haven’t you heard?

Well it’s time for me to take a nice long bubble bath. I need to unwind. I only wish I had the yellow and red roses bath like in The Best Man to luxuriate in. Candlelight and wine…mmm mmm mmm!!

Smooches!!!