I love reading, hearing and saying, “President Barack Obama” and find myself fighting my disbelief that so far he is doing what he said he would do.
Kate Clinton is a faith-based, tax-paying, America-loving political humorist and family entertainer. With a career spanning over 25 years, Kate Clinton has worked through economic booms and busts, Disneyfication and Walmartization, gay movements and gay markets, lesbian chic and queer eyes, and ten presidential inaugurals. She still believes that humor gets us through peacetime, wartime and scoundrel time.
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Our national adrenal glands are beyond fatigued from the shock of the Bush Doctrine.
Let’s have some real gay balls after this inauguration.
In whatever year-end giving we can afford, we need to support our LGBT centers and organizations.
It makes me smile every morning. Then I read the paper about the Armageddon that is our financial system and it harshes my mellow. But after CA, AZ, FL Prop Hates, it has been a shallow mellow.
While the American family and our extended international family were whooping it up for the historic Obama victory, I banged pans and wept for joy with the best of them.
Hairdressers will mistakenly lay hot curling irons down on ears. Social workers will give bad advice, “Your father sounds like a great guy. Show him some love.” Waiters will serve cold food and suggest the wrong wine.
Though I have not looked, I bet you twenty dollars my 401K looks like the Y2K. Actually, make that five dollars. I have been treating my 01K as I treat any new weird sound in my old Jeep. I just turn up the radio.
Sadly the only moment of unanimity of the night was that both candidates oppose gay marriage. After all our LGBT support and hard work for the Obama-Biden ticket, it was sickening. Mind if I call you chicken, Joe?
My head feels like the terrorists have won.
Last Friday, we went to a friend’s house for dinner and the debate. My galpal was quickly driven out of the TV room by McCain’s smarmy opening gambit about Ted Kennedy’s hospitalization. Unable to sit still, she nervously cleaned our friend’s kitchen to a gleam it had not seen in years.
We haven’t got time for Sarah “Operation Distraction” Palin. John McCain, or as we call him in our house, God Forbid, answered a question about Spain with all the loopiness of Miss Teen South Carolina when asked why one-fifth of Americans could not locate the U.S. on a map. Such as.
I am a Vagina-American but I could care less about possible president Palin’s insane family, her glasses, her hockey momness or darling husband. Let L’Oreal come out with a new line of pig lipstick. I don’t care.
*This is a Palin-free space. After the Republican White Party, I thought we could all use a break. And I am sure this nausea will pass soon.
She was an amazing, dare I say it, “community organizer” for our LGBT rights.
Reducing my carbon footprint in Ptown, and breathing in the fried scallops as I go on my bike.