Bits and Pieces
I don’t have anything super-important to say this time around, but it’s been a few days, so I just wanted to put something up for the sake of writing.
So, first, there’s been some talk about Hillary Clinton being Barack Obama’s nominee for Secretary of State; I would like to go on record as saying I fully support this decision. A few posts back, I mentioned my thoughts on the President-elect’s LGBT tolerance, and I still maintain that he’s not as pro-homosexual as he could be, or as Hillary is. (I mean, the Clinton team went campaigning around the gay bars of Philadelphia; you don’t show stronger support for a marginalized orientation than that.) On top of her higher comfort level with the queer community, Hillary seriously knows her shit, and I’ve said before, way back in June, if Barack got elected, he’d better be damn sure to have her in the Cabinet. Few people know the system inside and out quite the way she does, and for the top-level position where the work starts to overbalance the public appearances, I can think of few people better equipped to handle it. (Although I also think Nader would make an excellent Secretary of Something, so maybe I’d better keep my mouth shut.)
And the Senate races are going well, with the Democrats in control of 57, 1 more in sight, 1 more in reaching distance, and 1 more unlikely but possible. Come on guys!
Tomorrow I’ll be at the big old Proposition 8 protest here in Philadelphia, by City Hall… apparently it’s turned into a national event of sorts, with a whole bunch of cities participating. It’s been a while since I really got out there and protested something like this, so I’m fairly excited, especially since I’m going with a group of friends… this is the time in my life when I should be out there, and fired up, and ready to bust some heads for gay lib. Or, maybe I should just sit at home, do some work that I need to get done for the weekend, snoop around for pictures of hot guys for a blog post, and curl up with a mug of cocoa. I wish that protesting and being fiery didn’t have to involve the effort of getting dressed to impress (I am not going to a gay protest in sweats), braving the weather, and standing for extended periods of time. Can’t we do an indoor armchair pajama protest? I’ll paint my face rainbow colors…
One other thing that bugs me, though, aside from the political business… there’s some pastor in South Carolina demanding that his parishioners do penance if they voted for Obama. Granted, I’m no longer a practicing Catholic (good thing I’ve gotten over that one), but it still pisses me off; I wonder how my mother (a pro-Obama eucharistic minister) would feel about that? This guy says Church law won’t let him refuse the sacrament to Obama voters, but he can still verbally discourage people, much as several priests did with Kerry (himself a fucking Catholic!). Let alone the fact that this is in South Carolina, which is 30% black (one of the highest proportions in the nation). And people wonder why they separated church and state in the very first Amendment… twits on parade in this country.
Tonight should be exciting… I’m headed out with friends to Haru in Old City for some sushi and then probably to Tavern on Camac for some dancing, since I haven’t had either in a while. I think perhaps I should start posting reviews of places to wine and dine, since, really, it’s a huge factor in the lives of myself and basically every other gay man I know: where to go for dinner, drinks, and dates? I don’t claim to be an authority on the subject, but believe it or not, Philadelphia (or at least, Center City) is chock-full of excellent places for the hip young professional, and the more we’re all in the know, the more the cosmopolitan culture will survive. We all have to do our part, and that’s my contribution.
Finally, French gay magazines always have better models than everyone else. Here’s the one from this month’s Pref. Mmm.
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