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The Kids Are All Right, a movie about a privileged suburban family headed by two women, is a visible new entry into queer film history. Mostly, I’m glad it’s there–you have two A-listers playing a lesbian couple raising a family, and as such it deserves all the attention it’s getting. “Why can’t they get actual lesbian actors to play 0n-camera lesbians?,” “Why was their sole sex scene so polite?,” “Why does the femme always have to cheat with a dude?,”and “Why wasn’t Nic more butch?,” are valid questions, but I’m putting them aside for what I think is a much larger problem. I’ve been calling this movie “The Kids Are Alwight” because the film has three non-white characters, and each one of them is treated as “less than.” It’s not something that I’m concerned about because of its mere presence in the film, my problem comes from how its dealt with–it’s not. The racial issues that TKAA brings to the table are left there, cold and unattended to, and that’s not only irresponsible, it’s an unfortunate hint that writer Lisa Cholodenko is also a privileged white person that doesn’t want to or doesn’t know how to deal with race. It’s not her responsibility to absolve us or guide us through our own ties to inequality, but if you’re serving up racial undertones, medium-rare is a bloody mess.
Juxtaposed against the success that Cholodenko had in creating fully realized, complicated personalities, the three non-whites and their problematic plot lines are straight forward, in my opinion. Daughter Joni’s love interest, Jai is used as a sex object, Paul dumps his friend-with-benefits, Tanya, because he’s thinking about starting a family, and Luis the gardener is fired after Jules realizes he knows about her affair. Taken as isolated incidents, each of these scenarios is complicated enough that you wouldn’t have to read racial inequality into it. However, because Jai, Tanya and Luis are all brown and they all get the shaft from the white main characters, the issue of race can’t be ignored.
Jai as a sex object–of the three, this story line is the least charged for me but still relevant due to the presence of the other two. Jai and Joni are just friends, but their relationship is filled with sexual tension, and he’s obviously interested. The awkward non-commitment from Joni could be seen as hesitation due to his race and it’s not until she’s drunk and about to leave for college that she goes for it. The way she kisses him without saying much and then abandons the situation is very objectifying. On its own, this doesn’t have to be about his skin color, but this occurrence is the most minor of an alarming pattern in TKAA.
Paul’s friend-with-benefits, Tanya is a younger hottie obviously disappointed when Paul dumps her because he’s thinking about “starting a family.” Why can’t he start one with her? It could be their age difference, but again–she’s one of three non-whites in the movie and she’s treated as less than. Paul is a douche, let’s be honest. His character is an immature guy who loves a thrill (motorcycles, filming the skateboarding, bagging a lez, etc). He’s an environmentalist and sustainable farmer, but a player and a douche for sure. His disinterest in Tanya as a long-term partner isn’t explained more than with a simple statement about “getting serious,” and since we know he’s betting on Jules, he’s not exactly basing his decision on Jules’ stability. He found something that’s only better because its whiter.
Finally, Luis the gardener is fired after Jules realizes he knows about her affair. This was pretty shocking for me, mostly because it was so sudden, but also because it was presented with all kinds of tension and unspoken slants. Until I read Holly Hughes’s note, I hadn’t noticed that at the moment Jules realizes she’s been caught, in her panic she interprets Luis’s pause as him leering at her in a suggestive way. When she asks him, “What’s that face?,” his expression changes to that of confusion. Their language barrier, coupled with all the fast-paced regret, prop this vignet up as the movie’s powerful and realistic slice of human complexity. However, Jules never apologizes or corrects her mistake, leaving the impression that his livelihood is not worth as much as hers, but also that it doesn’t matter. This exchange and its implications are the most heated and questionable loose threads in Cholodenko’s flimsy handling of her story’s racial inequality.
I don’t think mainstream depictions of queer life MUST resemble my ultra-left ideal. I mean, it’d be nice but I’m not holding my breath. I’m still glad this movie was made and has gotten so much attention–the overt message of The Kids Are All Right is that we are all complicated people making tough decisions all the damn time. At its best, Cholodenko coaxed brilliant performances from most of her cast. However at its most disappointing, TKAA brings up very plausible, racially-charged afterthoughts without exploring them enough to justify their presence. Leaving these sub-plots unresolved only HINTS where it should DECLARE that these racist detachments happen every day, and they are examples of our modern age’s willingness to overlook a certain amount of unspoken discrimination. Could their inclusion be intentional? Sadly, I don’t think this is a case of something being shown as a self-evident injustice. This movie was made to teach and preach about the many ways family life is hard; Cholodenko obviously won’t lose the chance to illustrate a lesson. The things that happened to Jai, Tanya and Luis are the kinds of passing and accepted ways privileged classes step on people of color, and it’s unfortunate that these slights were included AND ignored in an otherwise competent film.
* Jett Bleu
*Juicy Pink Box founder Jincey Lumpkin
* Ela Darling
Project Publicity is a hard working PR company that constantly sends me unintentionally hilarious press releases. I guess I’m flattered to get the latest gaynstream breaking stories, but something tells me that a lot of these kinds of companies don’t even read TPR, else they wouldn’t bother? I don’t care, actually. It’s kinda fun to know I’m on gay lists!
The latest and greatest is about Juicy Pink Box, a new lesbian porn endevour. Here is what I got in the mail:
Jincey Lumpkin is being called the Hugh Hefner of lesbian porn. Through her porn company, JUICY PINK BOX [sic], Jincey is glamorizing lesbian sex by presenting erotic encounters in an uptown chic way. Gone are the hard diesel chicks of 90s dyke films. There are also none of the bleach-blonde, big-boobed ladies that men who watch lady-on-lady porn prefer.
Jett and Ela, featured in Jincey’s upcoming film release, Therapy, epitomize the stars of Juicy Pink Box films. They are ladies who are glammed up and styled to appeal to modern women who like to watch modern women get it on.
See pics attached. Let me know if you might like to chat with Jincey for Pink Radio? She gives fun interviews!
PROJECT PUBLICITY, INC.
There was also an attachment bio, but I won’t include that. Since 1. I’m not a lesbian and B. I really only like straightsploitation adult films with NO MUSIC, I didn’t feel comfortable reacting to this. Instead, I sent it to my trusty lez authority Amy Nicole Miller (please click and ask her a question on her formspring, you won’t regret. TRUST). Here is Amy’s reaction:
this is HIGH-LARIOUS
Especially this: “We wanted to experience the power of a true connection, and enjoy multi-sensory stimulation that slowly guided us to climax.”
And this: “We are for women who crave intense sensuality, soft caresses, and gentle seduction. “
So soft-core, stereotypical lesbionicness!
Can you ask for access to the site? We need to see this. The photos look like a spread in Vogue or whatever, I don’t really think there’s anything necessarily pornographic about them. In fact, it appeals to my fashion-loving sensibilities. I am a bit offended by their separating themselves from “hard diesel chicks of 90′s dyke films” but like that they’re focusing on something made by women and not made for straight men. The target audience seems to be total L-Word characters, as in the people who were in the L-Word, not the people who watched it. The description of the secret high-society parties are fascinating. Can we please also gain access to one of those?
You know how easily gay men talk about going to a bar with a back room? Or basement? (If you don’t know gay guys that easily talk about back rooms or basements, you need to get some more gay friends, just sayin’). I’ve always thought it was a shame that my queer lady pals don’t have the ability to joke about that awkard underwear hug or funny run-in at the urinal that is also a bath tub. Culturally, it’s a unique space for male homosexualists, and as long as you play safe, I think it can be a healthy experience and “fresh” perspective.
SO glad my mother doesn’t use the internet BTW.
Enter Verspertine, a private club that only comes around once in a blue moon. Women get to learn and explore their kinks and desires in an environment free from potential creeps and gropers, and I can only IMAGINE how liberating that must feel. Just last month Chicago comic and perrenial cutie Cameron Esposito was showing off her Steamworks membership card that she got when she was featured in a taping of Feast of Fun. She can’t go to the Boystown bath house to play, but she was surely excited about being a member and the first woman to hold that distinction. Congrats, Cameron! If you are serious about being in that kind of environment, Vespertine is the place to start. The next one falls on International Mr. Leather Weekend, or Memorial Day Weekend.
Vespertine is being held on May 30TH 2010. Tickets will be available at Leather 6410/Paul C Leather 6410 N. Clark in Chicago starting May 1st. You may also order by phone, 773-508-0900.
Just being honest, this is the hottest new queer party to hit Chicago in a looooooong time. Make sure to come and dance your asses off!
Trikone is committed to creating community among LGBTQ South Asians and their allies in the Chicago metro area. We welcome people of all sexual orientations, and gender identities, and of all national, racial, religious, and ethnic backgrounds to Jai Ho! Performances at midnight! Pics from previous Jai Ho parties here. RSVP at the Facebook invite here.
*Portraits of gay men and lesbians in the armed services, faces hidden, were taken by Jeff Sheng for his book, “Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell.”
I can’t really put into words the inspiration displayed by this anonymous, gay armed services veteran keeping an online journal. Ultimately, it’s stories like these that put my cushy life into perspective and shed light on the privelage it is to “make art” or “complain.” Here is the description, and some quotes below it. Read RD’s journal entries here.
RD is the pseudonym of a 10-year armed services veteran recently returned from Afghanistan. A psychologist and long-serving veteran, this officer had to deal with both the traumas of the troops in front of him, and the psychic wound of his own situation: the risk that if he spoke frankly about his life to any colleague, he could find himself ejected from the war and the army.
“Moral laws do not force people to lie or pretend to be something they are not (a kind of lie itself). Even worse this law creates barriers between people and mandates a certain level of isolation and loneliness. It will drive me from the military. It is the main reason I am leaving the service when I return from Afghanistan. Despite a severe shortage of psychologists and two wars the military will lose me.”
“…the religious fundamentalists in Afghanistan are strikingly similar to religious fundamentalists in America – who are also trying to force their literal interpretation of Holy Scripture onto everyone else through laws. While I served in Afghanistan the American “cultural war” exploded with California’s Proposition 8 and the pending discharge of an 18-year decorated combat pilot under “Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell”.
“One soldier stated the only way Command would ever realize how overstretched his men are would be if he started killing people. He then stated he was so angry he would kill his Commander and no one could stop him.”
Not yet having a stable home, Trikone is set to deliver its latest installment of Jai Ho!, Chicago’s only queer Bollywood dance party, on Friday January 29th. From the Facebook Event:
Trikone is committed to creating community among LGBTQ South Asians and their allies in the Chicago metro area. We welcome people of all sexual orientations, and gender identities, and of all national, racial, religious, and ethnic backgrounds to Jai Ho!
I accidentally found myself at the first one last year in July, and I gotta say it was one of the most fun nights out I have ever had in the city. The crowd was as diverse as it gets, there was a nice spread of club/fancy/traditional/sports wear, and the music went from Bollywood show stoppers to tolerable mainstream. Organizer Kareem Khubchandani curates a drag show at midnight (and performs as LaWhore Vagistan), and if you care to chat with him, he’s a complete sweetheart. This party’s proceeds go to Haiti relief, DJ Sachin spins and there is a $5 suggested donation.
Sarah Lu works in public radio, dabbles in queer organizing, and races bikes.
In 2009, I decided to take the leap from being a bike commuter to a bike racer, too. I figured that the 100 or so miles I rode a week as part of my commute was pretty much all I needed to start showing up at races and kickin’ ass. Turns out, that was more than a little naive. I definitely didn’t kick ass in 2009. But, I didn’t exactly get my ass handed to me, either. During the track and cyclocross seasons, I generally didn’t come in last, and I managed not to break my face. Here are some pivotal moments of my inaugural racing season:
1.) Getting myself a USAC license. To do clinics at the track and participate in official races, you need one of those. All the rights and privileges that go along with it are sweet, too. Like being officially ranked amongst other licensed riders. I just checked, and I’m ranked 260th in women’s cat 4 cyclocross standings in the U.S. Not 259th, not 261st, 260th.
2.) Joining Half-Acre. Being on a team sponsored by a beer company–where folks take riding bikes as seriously as they do appreciating beer–turned out to be a good fit. I like the balance. Neither pursuit is taken too seriously, and both allow me to appreciate the other on a level I might not otherwise. Which is to say drinking beer keeps the turning-yourself-inside-out-all-the-time-in-workouts-and-being-really-self-righteous aspect of serious cycling in check, and riding bikes and not wanting to finish last or break my face in races keeps my propensity towards excessive drinking in check. Also, the best tasting beer is the one you drink after racing your heart out. I’ll be with Half-Acre again in 2010.
3.) Finding a wee track bike that fits me. Fuji makes a model with smaller, 650c wheels that suits kids and the less-than-tall adult. Buying this rig brought my bike tally to two. My commuter bike, and my track bike, both fixies.
4.) Realizing I couldn’t hang with the team rides with fixed gear bikes, I had to get me one of them fancy road bikes with gears and all that business. My teammate Julie Popper let me know that an acquaintance in Minneapolis was selling a sweet tiny road bike for super cheap. The person selling it wanted it to go to a teeny lady who would ride the heck out of it, like a cash-strapped racing newbie. Hey, that’s me! 822 miles of driving and 300 bucks later, I was back in Chicago with a sweet, rare, extra small road rig. Bike tally up to 3. When I move on to other bikes and have to sell part of my fleet, I’m also going to value supporting an entry level, teeny lady rider over getting the most dollars I can out of the sale. The less than tall ladies gots to stick together.
5.) Racing opening night at the Ed Rudolph Velodrome in Northbrook. I didn’t come in last or break my face. Nuff said.
6.) Keirin Racing. Twice during the track season, I got to race Keirin. Keirin races are motor-paced. ( Sidebar: The dude who rode the motorcycle and paced us out in Northbrook had this sweet 90s style white helmet, kind of making him look like a storm trooper from Star Wars. It was awesome.) Both times, I lucked into a low lot number and was able to get right into the sweet spot directly behind the motorbike (the draft is the best there… So lucky!) Both times, after leading the race, I got passed by almost everybody in the last couple feet or so (unlucky). Sucky as that aspect was, Keirin racing was a change-up from the longish and kind of boring 25 lap points and scratch races that became standard at Northbrook this summer.
7.) Training for cyclocross. After scoring a kids’ cyclocross bike (bike tally up to 4) I trained with an assortment of fellow ‘cross newbs. Cyclocross involves a lot of tricky elements like dismounting your bike, jumping over barriers, and remounting your bike, as well as running up really steep hills, so nailing down those skills is crucial. I had a blast training with my fellow Half-Acre ladies as well as my work bro. We’d gather in parks, jump over obstacles, corner trees, and run up hills with our bikes on our shoulders. Some mornings, my work bro and I would work it til we felt like we would vom, and then go to work. (And sometimes make a detour to get eggs and pancakes. Got to refuel, cuz you can’t go into morning meetings hungry…)
8.) Half-Acre Women Cyclist Night. In Chicago, the number of ladies who line up for races is disproportionately small compared to the number of ladies who like riding bikes. While the reasons for that are many, varied, and complex, there is at least one factor–that a lot of ladies interested in racing don’t know any other lady racers and don’t know where to find out about getting started in racing–Half-Acre, as a team, can address that. At the now-open-to-the-public Half-Acre brewery, we hosted a mixer for women cyclists, from the average Jane commuter to racing pros. There were lots of introductions, many questions about racing, many answers to those questions, and for this kid, several beers consumed without eating dinner first. After this event, the ranks of women on Half-Acre doubled. I might just line up at track races in 2010 with teammates. Wowza! [You can inquire about women's membership at hello(((@))) halfacrecycling.org]
9.) The sand pit at the Northbrook CX race. Watching the races before mine, I saw a lot of burly riders tackle this section and nail it, and I saw many riders go down in the sand. Because I crashed each time I tried it during my pre-ride of the course, I went into the race thinking I would get off my bike and run that section, because I was just not burly enough to handle it. Sure, running is a bit slower than riding, but at least I wouldn’t run the risk of face planting into wood and sand. But when I got to that section during my race, perhaps because my whole team was standing right next to the pit and egging me on, I just went for it–and somehow rocked it. I went on to finish this race in the top half. Woohoo–personal best.
10.) Pedal with a Purpose. As my inaugural season wound down, I started making preparations for next year. I did all right with my commuting to work and sometimes going all out ’til I vomed in my mouth a little bit training regimen, but next year, I want to do better than all right. Good thing there’s a program for folks like me–Kristen Meshberg’s Pedal with a Purpose program. I’ve already started, ‘building a base’ of fitness for the 2010 season, along with 10 or so teammates and lots and lots of Chi-area ladies. Picture a warehouse-space full of cyclists with trainers hooked up to their road bikes spinning it out, watching racing videos and listening to electronic music. Races in the summer are won in the winter, so they say.
Mary Ralph plays guitar and sings in Chicago’s Scotland Yard Gospel Choir.
On September 24th, my band was in a horrific van accident. We all survived, but some of us were left with injuries which have greatly affected our lives. After spending time with a wheelchair and a walker, I left the hospital & have spent the past two months walking with a cane.
1. My relationship with my body has changed completely. When I was in the hospital, I found myself watching footage of BMX bikers & NBA basketball games, & cursing myself for spending so much of my spring & summer indoors.
2. People are always going to stare. I’ve found myself marveling that there was a time when I could disappear in a crowd & become invisible.
3. Strangers often ask what happened or offer a “feel better!” I always think how different, how inappropriate, that question would be if I was not going to recover from my injuries or if any of my bandmates had not survived.
4. People are often self-absorbed. I can’t count the number of times people have bumped into me, let doors slam on me, or not slowed their vehicles as I made my way through a crosswalk. It is a minor thing, but so infuriating when you are just struggling to live your life as you once did.
5. Strangers also have the power to make your day. I remember the first concert I went to after the accident, the waitress at Lincoln Hall was amazing. Without making me feel awkward, she checked on me every time she passed by my seat. When everything in the world feels like a challenge, sometimes an unexpected ally can change everything.
6. My college mentor was in a car accident when she was young that left her face disfigured. I remember her explaining her aversion to pictures by saying it wasn’t her face — her face had been changed by a steering wheel and then a plastic surgeon. I came out of this remarkably unscathed, but something as little as chipped front teeth has caused me to do double takes whenever I’m in front of a mirror.
7. It’s very frustrating sometimes, this whole experience. In my weaker moments, I find myself thinking how unfair it is to be carrying all this emotional baggage related to the crash, things that other people couldn’t possibly understand; and it is my job to excuse all the boneheaded shit people say to me because, hey, they couldn’t possibly understand.
8. Always wear your seat belt.
9. Everyone needs & deserves health care. I am one of the extraordinarily lucky people who has employer-provided health insurance. I simply cannot explain how much it has meant to me that I have spent the past three months focusing on my recovery, not fearing an ever increasing debt. Everyone deserves that. No one in America should go broke as they are fighting to survive.
10. I am very lucky. I flew out of a moving vehicle and I survived. I think about that everyday of my life. This has been the most difficult experience I’ve faced, but I know it could have been so much worse. I am so very lucky to have my band mates with me. We have been blessed with the most supportive families, friends, and music community. That’s what kept me going in those first few days. Thank you.
For more information or to give to the Scotland Yard Gospel Choir Recovery Fund, please visit http://www.bloodshotrecords.com/news/sygc-van-accident.
[I would like to send a heartfelt thank you to Mary for taking the time to reflect and make this very personal list. My friends in SYGC are near and dear to my heart, Chicago is a better place because of them. While Mary is insured medically, some of the other band members are not, and aside from those costs there is also the issue of gear replacement and income loss. Please consider donating using the link above--Erik]
Amy Nicole Miller is a pop-culture blogger and Editor for VelvetPark as well as a Chicago-based performance artist. You may know her by such characters as Magic Madge or Lez BoBo the Clown. She also has a very gay day job as a Research Associate at Howard Brown Health Center.
10) Carrie Prejean. I’d like to thank Carrie Prejean for coining my favorite term of 2009- “Opposite Marriage.” Miss California somehow managed to make a beauty pageant even more offensive than it already was. The unfortunate part is that next year, more people will probably tune in to Miss USA than ever before. Lucky for us, CP is still making a fool of herself (did you see her threaten to walk out on Larry King?) and hopefully will entertain us well into 2010.
9) Rachel Maddow. I know, it’s so predictable for a lezbian to put Rachel Maddow on a top 10 list. I’m the first in line to complain about MSNBC trying to downplay Rachel’s butchness with those plunging necklines and eye-shadow. All that aside, Rachel was on fire with her intense interviews this year. My favorite was this one with Richard Cohen:
“I realize I was taking the risk of helping promote you and the way that you think about these things but putting you on the air. But I do think that you’ve actually got blood on your hands.” Rachel Maddow to Richard Cohen
8) Beth Ditto became really famous. When did Beth blow up? I guess this year she was more famous than ever. She’s in British tabloids- what? Gossip plays ginormous sold-out outdoor music festivals in Europe and everyone sings along- even to songs from Standing in the Way of Control- come again? They play on late-night American TV shows- what the…? It’s weird. But never fear- Beth is no sell-out; She’s bringing the queer to the mainstream, not losing site of her punk DIY roots. Still a fat femme activist, she launched a plus-size clothing line for Evans and posed nude for Love Magazine. If you asked me 5 years ago who I’d most like to see get famous it would be her.
7) Lil’ Mama. We saw a different side of Lil’ Mama this year. How disappointing was it when she made those transphobic comments on America’s Best Dance Crew? I used to love her, but when she tried to school Naomi on how to be a “real” lady, I cried. So Lil’ Mama should be on the Worst of 2009 list, except that she jumped onstage uninvited during Jay-Z and Alicia Keys’ performance at the VMAs. She went back to “good crazy” and I love her for giving us one of the most awkward moments of the year. It was actually painful to watch.
6) The end of the L-Word. Praise the Lord Jesus Christ and all his saviors that this tragedy of a show has ended. No more Jenny Schecter, TiBette, Shane haircuts, or awful stereotyped characters (Max, Kit.) I celebrated with a bang by watching the finale at Stargaze and almost getting into a fist-fight with an annoying lesbian- couldn’t have been more appropriate.
5) Gays saving the sitcom. I thought that reality TV had finally pushed scripted TV off the cliff. But it’s back on top with two of the funniest and not coincidentally gayest (because gay people are way funnier than straights) sitcoms ever: Glee and Modern Family. Let’s start with Glee: Glee Club automatically equals gay. To make matters better, you got Kurt leading the football players in a dance to Single Ladies on the field. IMO, the true star of the show is Jane Lynch in her best role yet: evil cheerleading coach Sue Sylvester. Next up: Modern Family, my new favorite show of all time. It has three hilarious gay characters: Manny- and really, there’s nothing more adorable than a witty gay kid and the gay couple Mitchell and Cameron who dress up their baby as different divas for photo shoots. G.A.Y!
4) Kathy Griffin. The dick joke heard ’round the world was the first major pop-culture moment of 2009. I’m actually not sure if it happened before or after midnight, but it was discussed on New Year’s day, so I’ll count it. While co-hosting CNN’s Live New Year’s Eve Special with Anderson Cooper, Kathy was heckled by someone off-camera and she replied “I don’t go to your job and knock the dicks out of your mouth” before CNN had a chance to bleep it. It was a huge year for Kathy in general. The 5th season of My Life on the D-List was gayer than gay with guest stars Lily Tomlin, Bette Midler, Betty White, Rosie O’Donnell and Melissa Ethridge- just to name a few. The episode “Norma Gay” showcased what a true advocate she is for equal marriage rights. She was nominated for a Grammy and came out with a memoir – “Official Book Club Selection” which is not only hilarious but touching. She opens up about her early struggles with her career, plastic surgeries and her family.
3) Video of Perez Hilton crying about being punched by will.i.am. The first time I watched this video was the hardest I’ve laughed all year. He’s a Drama Queen with a capital DQ and either he is ridiculously paranoid (he thought the Black Eyed Peas’ “people” followed him to his hotel, a hotel where they also happened to be staying) or working on a career as an actor. If there were an Academy Award for most dramatic viral video performance (perhaps there should be,) this would win.
2) Wanda Sykes. Her performance at the White House Correspondents’ Dinner was legendary. Not only was she the first African-American woman and first openly-gay person to ever perform at the event, she also killed. I love that she didn’t change her brand of humor and sparked mega-controversy. Her second HBO stand-up Special, “I’ma Be Me” was one of the best stand-ups I’ve ever seen. She talks about her performance at the WHCD, having a gut with it’s own mind and what it’s like to be on a gay cruise. Watch it now. Rare for a woman, even in this day and age, Wanda scored her own late night show, The Wanda Sykes Show on FOX. She’s a face of the equal-marriage movement and a strong supporter of gay rights all-around. Remember the PSA she did about how it’s not cool to call something “gay?”
1) The return of Pee-Wee Herman! In fact, this could easily be the best moment of the decade. As a Pee-Wee obsessed fan, this is a dream come true. The Pee-Wee Herman Show, in it’s original adult-oriented stage show format is returning with most of the original cast. He’s been doing the talk-show circuit and seeing him again is like reuniting with a lost lover. Look for me in 2010 when the show tours the rest of the country (Presently, it’s only scheduled run is in LA) and I’m chosen as the newest cast member- Lez Bo-Bo the Clown!