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Dear Log Cabin Republicans

Regarding your press release in response to Obama's proclamation on marriage equality yesterday ~

“That the president has chosen today, when LGBT Americans are mourning the passage of Amendment One, to finally speak up for marriage equality is offensive and callous.  Log Cabin Republicans appreciate that President Obama has finally come in line with leaders like Vice President Dick Cheney on this issue, but LGBT Americans are right to be angry that this calculated announcement comes too late to be of any use to the people of North Carolina, or any of the other states that have addressed this issue on his watch. This administration has manipulated LGBT families for political gain as much as anybody, and after his campaign’s ridiculous contortions to deny support for marriage equality this week he does not deserve praise for an announcement that comes a day late and a dollar short.”

I just have to ask ~

What planet do you people live on?

Offensive and callous?  You're kidding, right?  The Republican Party has made a sport of lying about gay people for the sole purpose of winning votes and you're going to call Obama's statement on equality callous because you don't like the way it was timed?  Seriously?  Of course his timing was suspect!  Maybe he was a day late and a dollar short.  The Republicans, however, are running Mitt Romney.  What time table is he on exactly and where is his dollar?  When it comes to donating to the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints he's always right on time and never seems to be lacking for a dollar ~ or a stock option.  You remember the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints, right?  They're the ones who poured money into California over Prop 8.  Perhaps you've forgotten which side they were fighting on ~ and whose money they appear to have been fighting with.

According to you, Obama has "manipulated LGBT families for political gain."  Interesting you should mention LGBT families.  If your party has its way the United States Constitution will be amended to extinguish those LGBT families that do exist and prevent any more from forming.  And, for the sake of argument, let's say that we are being manipulated by Obama and his team of merry panderers.  You know what I say to that?  Fanfuckingtastic!!!  Hey Mitt, feel free to stop being openly hostile towards the LGBT community and start attempting to manipulate us at any time.  I guarantee you, you will have more fun pandering to us at a Pride event than pandering to the religious right in a megachurch.

Oddly, your press release failed to mention that Obama signed the Matthew Shepard and James Byrd, Jr. Hate Crimes Prevention Act into law.  It failed to mention the repeal of DADT or that he stopped defending DOMA in court.  If these were all acts of manipulation, then bring on four more years!  Will Mitt be half as manipulative if he becomes our president?  Would John McCain have been?

Yesterday was historic.  Was it perfect?  No.  But it was historic.  It was the first time that Americans heard their sitting president say he believes in full LGBT equality.  Did he soften it by talking about state's rights?  Absolutely.  But I find it unlikely that any future Democratic presidential candidate will be able to revert to the rhetoric of inequality.  Barack Obama pushed us forward yesterday.  And what were the Republicans doing?  White knuckling the past.  Oh, and penning petty press releases.

Yesterday was huge and it was cause for celebration.  Until you can come up with some GOP candidates who don't attempt to win votes by creating fear of a gay apocalypse (talk about manipulation!) ~ until the Republican primary debates cease to be the Ironman of bigotry ~ until we have GOP leaders who believe fully in equal rights for LGBT citizens ~ your statement about Obama's timing will continue to seem vindictive and childish.

Sincerely, Ian Rosen

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Facebook Clicking Will Not Change the World, We Have Work To Do

Yesterday, North Carolina passed Amendment One.  My Facebook page went crazy with anger.  Lots of "I'm never going to North Carolina again"s.

Well, the truth is that that are constitutional amendments banning marriage equality in one form or another in the majority of states.  Thirty to be exact. (Actually, thirty-one, but I'm mildly confused as to what the hell is going on in Hawaii.)  If we are going to boycott states, we need to boycott:  Alaska, Nevada, Mississippi, Missouri, Montana, Oregon, Colorado, Tennessee, Arizona, California, Nebraska, Arkansas, Georgia, Kentucky, Louisiana, North Dakota, Ohio, Oklahoma, Utah, Kansas, Texas, Alabama, Idaho, South Carolina, South Dakota, Wisconsin, Florida, Michigan, Virginia and now North Carolina. (When I took the screenshot of the map above, from Wikipedia, North Carolina hadn't been updated yet, so it appears to have no constitutional amendment.)

Our opponents have an easier job than we do.  They reach into the dark part of the heart ~ the part in each and every one of us that is viscerally afraid of the other ~ of the different ~ and they manipulate that fear and lay the blame for our collective ills squarely at the feet of someone else.  Someone different.  Frankly, it's the reality show version of politics.  It trades on the same instinct in us that likes Jersey Shore and the Real Housewives franchise because it makes us feel better about ourselves by making others seem utterly horrific.  It's not new.  It's not difficult.  And it is successful.

Here's the hard part.  It is not enough to take to Facebook and tell each state to "Suck it."  It is not enough to be "ashamed of our country."  If you find that you are ashamed of our country, then it's time to create a country you can be proud of.  Change does not happen on its own.  We are right.  We are on the right side of history.  Unfortunately, being right doesn't necessarily mean winning and it certainly doesn't mean easy.  Our job is more difficult.  It requires more stamina.  It requires that we go into our communities and make change, one person at a time.  It is up to each and every one of us.  It's up to me.  It's up to you.  Go online.  Find your local HRC chapter.  Find your local GLSN.  PFLAG.  GLAAD.  Find local organizations near you and give of yourself.  

June is almost here and coast to coast Prides are coming up.  Have you ever wondered why Pride is so much fun?  Because it is a place where we can relax ~ where we are unlikely to encounter violence and where the voices which condemn us are relegated to the role of cartoonish, marginalized caricatures.  It is a day where they are the minority.  Pride is fun because we can hold our partner's hand with the unselfconscious ease afforded to our straight friends and family every single day of their lives.  Wouldn't it be great to go home and begin to make that uncommon ease common ~ every day, on every street and in every community?  This year, use Pride to discover your inner activist.  It is a great a resource.  The booths are there.  Sign up.  Walk away from Pride proud that you are getting involved and helping to change the world.  Imagine what could be accomplished if every person at every Pride did that!

It is our responsibility to our children to do something.  These laws affect us as adults, but they affect our LGBT children more profoundly.  Our children are the most vulnerable, because they are powerless and because the cement has not yet dried on their psyche.  These laws send a clear message that they are not wanted, that there is something wrong with them.  They provide a framework for bullies to justify their bullying and for parents to justify their lack of acceptance.  They make it easier for parents to throw their LGBT children out of their homes.  They force our children to live in a world where ignorance and bigotry are supported by law.  They lay the groundwork for depression and suicide all the while providing safe harbor for hatred.

We must do what we can.  With our time.  With our money.  With our talents, our humor, our strength, our stories, our voices.  We owe it to our children not to stop at Facebook clicks.  We owe it to our children to change minds and hearts, each in our own way.  One mind ~ one heart at a time.

What will you do?


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North Carolina, Amendment One & Collateral Damage

If I hear another commentator repeat how one of the unintended consequences of passing Amendment One will be to dissolve straight families currently bound by domestic partnerships I'm going to lose my mind.

I have been following the coverage on tv, on the radio, online and in print.  I suppose one might call this obsessive, but I tend to take it very personally when the citizens of this country get together to vote on whether or not I am wanted here.  I'm sensitive like that.  Call me crazy.

I'm used to hearing from the other side ~ the side that would roll back all the civil rights advances the LGBT community has made in the past few decades.  I'm used to their lies, their hate.  I'm used to taking deep breaths and reminding myself that their job is easier than ours ~ that misunderstanding is easier to ignite than understanding ~ that teaching is a marathon and hate is a sprint.  I'm used to it.  I'm used to hearing untrue things said about me on a daily basis and watching as people spew their lies from credible platforms, giving their hateful rhetoric the sheen of meaningful, thoughtful opinion.  I'm used to it.  It is what it is.

What has driven me nearly apoplectic listening to the coverage are the voices that come from our allies as they discuss the sad fact that Amendment One will nullify all domestic partnerships ~ ie. it's going to affect straight people.  Oh no!  Horror of horrors!  It's going to affect straight people!!!  (Witness Bill Clinton's robocall.)  I'm sick and tired of hearing how families ~ straight families ~ will be harmed by this amendment.  I keep hearing about health insurance and the children of domestic partnerships.  I keep hearing about the fact that these families are going to be legally torn apart and how horrible that will be.  You know what?  I don't give a shit!  This amendment is intended to ensure that no gay relationships are legally recognized.  Ever.  It's a bigoted Constitutional amendment meant to sit on top of an already existing bigoted law.  Its purpose is to ensure that LGBT citizens are pushed to the margins.  Period.  End of story.  It is mean-spirited and spiteful and ultimately seeks to amend not just the constitution, but the very existence of gay people from the state of North Carolina.  Its purpose is to destroy gay families, create insurmountable legal obstacles for us and perpetuate a social climate so hostile that it is nearly impossible to live there.  This amendment says, "You are not welcome here."  That is the point!  Why isn't that the story?   Frankly, I don't care that some straight families will be adversely affected.  For starters, they can get married!  Can the same be said for gay couples?  So you'll pardon me if I don't shed a tear for the straight families that are collateral damage to the perpetual blitzkriegs gay families endure.

At the end of the day, pass or fail, there will still be a legal system in place for straight couples to wrap themselves in.

Watch the video below to witness one story ~ one of many ~ of the consequences of having nothing to wrap yourself in.

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Bill Clinton Speaks Out Against Amendment One in North Carolina

Bill Clinton came out against Amendment One in North Carolina last week.  While I found this declaration to be a little late in coming, I was thrilled to find out that he had decided to use his considerable name recognition and power to help us out.  Then I heard his statement and was, frankly, annoyed.

The text of Bill Clinton's robocall:

"Hello, this is President Bill Clinton. I’m calling to urge you to vote against Amendment One on Tuesday May 8. If it passes, it won’t change North Carolina’s law on marriage. What it will change is North Carolina’s ability to keep good businesses, attract new jobs, and attract and keep talented entrepreneurs. If it passes, your ability to keep those businesses, get those jobs, and get those talented entrepreneurs will be weakened. And losing even one job to Amendment One is too big of a risk. Its passage will also take away health insurance from children and could even take away domestic violence protections from women. So the real effect of the law is not to keep the traditional definition of marriage, you’ve already done that. The real effect of the law will be to hurt families and drive away jobs. North Carolina can do better. Again, this is Bill Clinton asking you to please vote against Amendment One. Thanks."

Am I the only person who finds this statement disturbing?  I realize that this is politics and I realize we're fighting an uphill battle in North Carolina.  I realize a lot of things ~ like I should probably not look a gift horse in the mouth ~ like I should just be happy that he's decided to speak out about this.

But I'm not.

"So the real effect of the law is not to keep the traditional definition of marriage, you’ve already done that. The real effect of the law will be to hurt families and drive away jobs."

To my ears, this makes it seem like it's ok to discriminate against the LGBT community as long as no straight families are hurt in the process.  As if to say ~ It's ok, y'all.  No harm, no foul.  Discriminating against the gays is fine.  The real trouble comes when the laws get so paranoid and overblown that even straight people become affected.  The real trouble comes when the laws hurt families!  

Guess what, Bill?  The laws already hurt families!  They hurt gay families!

I don't know.  Maybe I'm asking too much.  Maybe I'm just not understanding that mentioning equal rights for everyone would be a losing argument.  Maybe I live in New York and I don't understand the South or religion or the depth of the bigotry and ignorance regarding LGBT issues.  Maybe a lot of things.  But the wording of this statement made my skin crawl. 

To hear the robocall, click here.

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Hard Up

The conflicting signals I’ve been getting from the contentious birth control debates of the past few weeks have left me a dazed and confused. Rush Limbaugh called Sandra Fluke a "slut" and a “prostitute” for testifying that birth control ought to be covered by insurance companies. He suggested that her parents shouldn’t be proud of her and that she should stream videos of her sexual encounters on the internet, reasoning that if our tax dollars are going to pay for her sluttiness, the least we should get as a return on our investment is some amount of voyeuristic pleasure. He was not alone in his criticism. Famous for playing Deborah, Ray’s long-suffering wife on “Everybody Loves Raymond,” Patricia Heaton fired off a series of tweets condemning Fluke. Ann Coulter didn’t take long to weigh in either.

The truth is that Ms. Fluke was neither referring to contraception as birth control nor was she even talking about herself. And her testimony had nothing whatsoever to do with having “taxpayers pay her to have sex,” as Rush would have us believe. She was talking about birth control coverage by private insurance companies for the purpose of treating ovarian cysts. But Rush has never been particularly moved by facts. A professional peddler of inaccuracies, Rush bridled at the mere thought that a woman would stand up and demand affordable contraception as part of her overall healthcare. It was enough to render the facts, which proved no match for the ease with which one can mischaracterize a woman, utterly pointless. She’s clearly just a slut.

On the other hand, I’ve never heard a peep about the fact that Viagra is covered by insurance. Nary a single voice raised in anger. No Capital Hill testimony. None of the usual scrubbed, coiffed, cufflinked Beltway punditry leapfrogging the Sunday morning talk-show circuit debating differing views while sitting around impossibly fingerprint-free, glass-topped tables. Nothing. And I’ve never heard of a man being criticized, lied about or generally degraded for using the drug. Quite the contrary. Men get called names for not being able to have sex, not for having too much of it. Is there even a word, derogatory or not, for a heterosexual man who has too much sex ~ a word other than "lucky"?

Trying to disentangle this thicket of double standards has given me an ice-cream headache and has led me to the conclusion that birth control for women is bad, because women are not supposed to have sex, but medication that makes men more able to have sex is good, because men are.

Interesting. And confusing.

I can’t figure out what it is exactly that red-blooded, healthy American male men are supposed to do with their co-pay'd, 12 hour Super Erections if women aren't supposed to have sex with them. In layman's terms: Who are these men supposed to be fucking?

For weeks I have been trying to make sense of these contradictory messages and I just. Can't. Do it. All I can come up with is that our legislators ~ those fierce protectors of female morality yet strong proponents of male virility ~ surely have other possible uses in mind for medically induced hard-ons ~ uses that have nothing whatsoever to do with women. I’ve been brainstorming my own list and I have to tell you, there just aren't that many options. This is what I've come up with so far:

• Coat rack.

• Masturbation. Awesome. But I find it difficult to believe that private insurance companies would cover, and therefore (world according to Rush) use tax dollars to fund organ solos. Seriously, we’d be bankrupt in a matter of weeks and every man in the country would resemble a fiddler crab.

•Mano y mano sex. Hot! But the proponents of the Ladies, Put a Penny Between Your Knees movement tend to be the same folks who aren’t so keen on man-on-man action. I think that more of a stink would have been made over coverage which helps ensure that gay guys go at it better, harder and longer.

Wait. This can’t be right. Penises are for vaginas. Always. Sex is exclusively for procreative purposes, right? I get it! Insurance subsidized Viagra must be meant for use solely for the singularly correct, government condoned, Biblically approved purpose of heterosexual, penile/vaginal procreative sex that exists strictly within the confines of marriage.

Interesting. And confusing.

Where are the regulations?

There is a law currently making its way through the Arizona legislature that, if passed, would force a woman to explain to her employer why she wants birth control. Health reasons are acceptable. Slutty reasons, not so much. (I’m not making this up. Click here to read about it.)

All things being equal, men should have to provide a whole heap of information to their employers before they get that prescription filled, no?

• The patient should be forced prove his heterosexuality. Of course, this could be difficult, considering he's seeking treatment for erectile dysfunction.

• He must prove his marital status and that he will never use the Viagra to bone his wife's best friend, his secretary, an intern or any other woman capable of easing his transition into mid-life.

• He must get his sperm tested. Again, could be difficult considering his situation, but this is government money we're talking about. No Viagra if you're shootin' blanks.

Also,

• A government official must surely witness the conception to ensure that no fun was had during intercourse. This is not about fun. This is about procreation. You want it covered? Then it had better be a somber and austere event.

• A hefty fine should be levied against each Viagra'd act of love making that doesn't result in a pregnancy.

But where are these regulations? Where is the name calling? Where are they purveyors of male morality? Where is the outrage?

Why the silence?

Interesting. And confusing.

Happy Birthday Dr. Seuss

Theodor Geisel’s birthday's today!

He would have been one hundred eight.

He brought to us the joy of words

With the worlds he did create.

To us he gave

A Cat in a Hat,

A Lorax, a Grinch and a King Looie Katz.

He showed us the world and its many wonders.

He taught us to embrace our blunders.

I think he’d find it sad today

That parents read from screens of gray

And click the pages next to next

To see what happens in the text.

To history is left the flipping.

The torn, worn pages.

The fingers gripping.

But I shouldn't endeavor, whatsoever,

To put words in a mouth

So bold, so clever.

So simply: Happy Birthday Dr. Seuss!

Your words will live forever.

A Letter to Doubt

Dear Doubt ~

It has been remarkable, your absence from this process ~ from my process of creation and re-creation. I am both comforted and scared to note that you have arrived, finally, with all the subtlety of a jackhammer on tissue paper. With your glorious flourishes intact. And yet, with all the power you command, you seem to revel in your ability to wreak havoc with simple, rolled eyes, condescending lips, nostrils flared from luxuriously slow, disapproving inhales. As if I'm not even worth the full force of your arsenal. You let me know that I am still very much Me and that a single round with you can render me immobile, sometimes for prolonged stretches. The true wonder of this moment lies not in your presence, but merely in your tardiness. Where have you been? And how did I get waist deep into this before the lecturing began?

You swoop in and demand attention and create a scene. You whisper in my ear, gleefully confirming my fears. You tell me the truth. And that, Doubt, is your single greatest power ~ the source from which all your strength flows ~ creating in me the feeling that yours is the only voice speaking truth! You cast yourself as the singular voice of reason and with a dismissive wave of your hand render everything positive silly. Immature. Infantile. Ridiculous. You, Doubt, are indeed the Devil.

So here you are. And here I am. And you have supplanted my instincts ~ taken them over and demanded that Instinct become Doubt. How am I to know when you have been dispatched on behalf of my own self-preservation and when your purpose is merely to suffocate?

I don't. I guess I don't.

But here, Doubt, is the thing you may not know. I've seen my fair share of fears becoming reality. And I survived. I survived disappointment. I survived failure. I survived having my very definition of myself taken from me. It sucked. There was not even one remotely pleasant moment about it. It was profoundly embarrassing and painful. But I survived. And so the truth is that while you still scare the shit out of me, I do not feel quite as compelled to bow to your whims as I used to. What are you going to do to me exactly? Anything that hasn't already been done? I survived.

Perhaps one of the perks of age is the weathering of disappointments and lost dreams. It's not so much that my fears have disappeared, they've just dissipated a little. I find them less paralyzing than I used to. Who knew failure carried with it a certain freedom? Who knew heartbreak came with a Free Gift With Purchase?

So Doubt, the questions aren't: What is your purpose here? or Do you scare me? The questions are, simply: How much of your advice will I heed? Will I allow you to define yourself as Common Sense? Will I allow you to paralyze me in order to avoid a possible hurt and that ever-present playground fear of being made fun of?

To that I take a deep breath, puff out my feathers and say:

I'm 40. Fuck you.

Sincerely, Ian

Do You Support Marriage Equality? The Full Vesuvius.

Since marriage equality roared suddenly out of the past and into the present a few months ago in New Jersey I, along with many other dedicated activists, have been diligently phone banking ~ asking our community to reach out to our representatives with the message that the time for marriage equality is now. (Due to the swift vetoing hand of Governor Christie, the time clearly isn't now, but we will get there.) The experience of making these calls has been humbling, enlightening, maddening, hilarious. It has been frustrating, depressing, wonderful, joyous. It has been full. And I made some new friends, for which I am thankful.

The beginning of each conversation involves finding out where the recipient stands on the issue. We ask if they support marriage equality for same-sex couples. Sometimes the answer is, "No."

No.

No.

Phone banking is not about changing minds. It's about sparking action. We could spend 1/2 hour trying to convince one person that the opinion they've diligently cultivated for the past 60 years is wrong or we can move on to 20 more people who believe in what we're doing and spur them to action. So we don't debate. It's not the forum and it's not the point. In this situation, it's a waste of time.

The older I get, the more I truly, truly understand and grasp the whole truth ~ that gay is boring as shit ~ imagine spending your whole life talking about and defending being straight? ~ because the only difference is all the bullshit that we're taught, absolutely not one syllable of which is true. And the older I get, the more I find I have less tolerance for "No." "No" forces me to step on my tongue, chew on the inside of my cheek and take a deep, cleansing breath. "No" creates a volcano in me and these conversations are not the place for the full Vesuvius.

My blog, however, is.

See below for the full Vesuvius:

Are you fucking kidding me? What the hell do you care if I get married? I've been with the same man for 14 years. How the fuck does it affect your life if I marry him? You know what ~ I don't think ugly people should be able to get married ~ and yes, I want to be the arbiter of ugly. I don't think stupid people should be able to get married. All that's going to happen is they're going to create more stupid people. Spousal abusers? No. Bad credit? No. I don't think people should be able to marry someone that their children don't like. Outstanding parking tickets? Houses foreclosed? Adulterers? No. No. No. I don't think people who wish to marry too young should be able to marry. I'll decide what's too young. Already pregnant? No. Never slept with anyone else? Absolutely not. So that one of them can stay in the country or because they just wanted to put each other on their health insurance or because they really just want a fucking party or because or because or because? No. No. No. No. No. No. Why isn't anyone calling me to ask me my opinion about these marriages? Why can't I call my legislators and ask them to vote "NO!" on a Pamela Anderson marriage? Or Britney? Or Kim Kardashian. I WANT MY SAY. I do not support another JLo marriage. I think she's probably impossible to live with. I don't know her. I don't know her any more than Chris Christie knows me, but I don't want her married. I think as a country we should have a referendum before anyone gets married. That person in your office so excited to go to Italy on their honeymoon? Yeah, everyone knows they're going to be divorced in five years. Why is no one weighing in on the legality of that marriage? Anna Nicole's marriage to a billionaire fifty years her senior? I don't think that was for love. I could be wrong. I don't ~ didn't ~ know either one of them. I don't care. It just made me feel creepy inside and I think I should be able to create a law based on my own personal feeling of ickiness towards them. And what will their marriage teach the children? How about any 70 year old man whose late-life crisis dictates that he marry an overly processed, pulled, tucked, plucked, tweezed, augmented and overly tanned 30 year old woman who's younger than his children? Where is my phone call? Because I would say, "No." And apparently my "No" could become law if enough people out there agree with me. I want the right to veto each and every marriage that I don't like.

How about this: I don't think that loving, happy, healthy, wonderful, committed straight couples who will be productive and go to work and pay their taxes and maybe raise children who will grow up to be wonderful citizens who help old people across the street or give that person in front of them in line a nickel so that they have exact change should be able to get married. Why? I just don't. And I don't have to explain my reasons to you. It's just a difference of opinion. And I want the law to reflect it.

But no one is asking me.

Our job seems clear: to make the question ridiculous. And offensive. We have come so far. We have so very far to go. Keep calling your legislators. Keep flash mobbing in JC Penny. Keep waving those flags and coming out of the closet. Keep living your lives, openly. Keep the momentum going. The war is over. We just have a lot of battles to fight.

A Thank You Note to the Plaintiffs of Prop 8

I thank you. I thank you on behalf of my younger self, who looked forward at his life and saw that things he wanted were not possible for him because of who he was. I thank you. I thank you for dedicating your lives to making sure that our LGBT youth no longer face the same future I faced. I thank you. I thank you for teaching our LGBT children that they will have the exact same options open to them as their straight counterparts as they go through their lives. I thank you. I thank you for teaching straight children that LGBT citizens are no different and should not be bound by a different set of laws. I thank you. I thank you for the tears I'm crying as I type this. Tears of joy and anger and inspiration and resolve to continue to fight until this ridiculous battle is laid to rest and visited only in history books. I thank you. I thank you for your courage. From the bottom of my heart, I thank you. Sincerely, Ian Rosen

Fight For Marriage Equality In New Jersey From The Comfort Of Your Own Home!

PLEASE SHARE WITH EVERYONE YOU KNOW IN THE GARDEN STATE.

ONLY NEW JERSEY RESIDENTS CAN CONTACT NEW JERSEY REPRESENTATIVES.

It's cold. It's dark. It's the middle of winter and even though it's been pretty temperate these past few days, it seems people just want to curl up at home and re-emerge next spring.

But New Jersey's residents have no such luxury. Marriage equality is being debated RIGHT NOW. It is winding its way through the legislature and will likely wind up on Governor Christie's desk in the near future. He has vowed to veto any such bill, which means that we must double, triple and quadruple our efforts in order to secure enough votes to override his veto ~ in order that our voices be heard, our opinions be counted and our equality be won. And we can do it! We can do it if we all take just a few moments to tell our legislators that we are in favor of marriage equality.

Four minutes ~ three steps ~ to help make marriage equality a reality in New Jersey.

1) Copy & paste this link: http://www.njleg.state.nj.us/districts/districtnumbers.asp

It has New Jersey broken down into districts. Districts are listed by county and then broken down further by town. Find your town and click on your district.

2) That will take you to a page which lists your Senator, your Assemblymen/women and their office phone numbers. Call them at any time. If it's after business hours you can leave a message. If you know that your representatives are for marriage equality, thank them! ~ this is important because they rarely get positive feedback on any issue ~ and let them know that you are too. If they are against it or you don't know their position, just let them know that you "strongly support marriage equality in New Jersey." Then leave your name and your address. That's it! They'll put one more check mark in the For Marriage Equality column of their tally sheet. A tally sheet that they will absolutely consider as this debate progresses and as they go to vote.

If you'd like to take a moment to send a personal note to your representative(s), clicking on their names will lead to a page with a "Contact Your Legislator(s)" link.

No matter how you choose to communicate, and no matter what you representatives' views on this issue, always be respectful and polite.

3) Pass this on to everyone you know and share with them how empowered you feel knowing that your voice, literally, has been heard. Make sure they call too!!!

Don't just be proud. Be proud that you did something!

Thanks,

Ian

Calling for Equality, First Night

The last time I phone banked it was on behalf of Governor Corzine. We all know how well that went. In light of his recent re-emergence in the news, I’m not so sure his losing was a bad thing ~ although at least I would likely have been married by now. But whether his losing was good or bad is irrelevant. He lost. Governor Christie won. And whether you love him or hate him or find yourself somewhere in the middle is also irrelevant. He is our governor. And for the past few years I have found myself a somewhat inactive activist. We have a governor who has said that he would veto a marriage equality bill out of hand and not enough votes to override the veto. End of story.

I do not know the machinations that brought marriage equality, seemingly quite suddenly, up again in the New Jersey legislature. I do not know the machinations that have gotten the bill fast tracked for a vote. Nor do I know the machinations of Governor Christie’s apparent softening – for him – on the issue. I don’t know and I don’t care. Whatever the reasons, we have another opportunity to take the ball into the end zone. The bill has been introduced. It is time for the activists to be active. We have been roused from our Christie hibernation.

Last night was our first phone banking session ~ the beginning of Garden State Equality and the Human Rights Campaign’s push in New Jersey to finally see marriage equality become a reality. We call our supporters and ask that they, in turn, call their representatives with the message that New Jersey’s LGBT couples deserve to be treated equally under the law – they should be able to get married.

The truth is that I hate phone banking. I hate bothering people in the evening, in their homes, with their families, enjoying what is probably a small island of relaxation in an otherwise hectic day. I feel like I’m intruding. But I hold my breath and I wrinkle my nose like I’m taking some bad tasting medicine and I call. I call because it is something to do. I call because I find that I can not sit home and hope when there is work to be done. I call because there is truth to be spoken and there are changes to be made. I call. And I call. And I call. One tiny call at a time that sometimes seems not to be moving the world in the slightest. I call. Some people are rude. Some people hang up. Some people have no idea why we are calling or what Garden State Equality or the Human Rights Campaign is. I call. I call to spread information, because most people don’t know what’s going on in Trenton. I call because most people don’t truly understand that their representatives will listen to them – and that they tally calls on every issue in “for” and “against” columns. I call because good people are too often silent. I call because the voice of the government should not be one more voice that bullies our LGBT children and reinforces the ignorance of bigots. I call because fear is a successful motivating factor for our opponents and because they use it to great advantage. I hate to call. But I call because our opponents have no such aversion. I call. Because you never know which call will be one that changes the world just a little.

I call for equality.

Dear New Year's Resolute ~

Welcome to the gym! I doubt you'll be here long, but even if you only make it to Valentine's Day, this will come in handy. It might seem a tad rough, but believe me, it's better than pissing off some guy who's already on the verge of a serious 'roid rage and is just looking for any excuse to Naomi Campbell your ass. You'll thank me later.

A few rules ~

30 minute limit on the cardio equipment. 30 minutes. That's it. That sign. Taped to the mirror. Right in front of your face? The one that says, "30 minute limit on the cardio equipment"? In gym-speak that means that there's a 30 minute limit on the cardio equipment. And may I be blunt? You haven't broken a sweat since TiVo eliminated the need for you to scurry back into your living room. You aren't going to lose that 40lbs in one manic 5 hour cardio session. You can set the Stepmill to Kilimanjaro and grunt to your pasty, near-unconscious delight. You can Lance Armstrong the stationary bike in your Hefty Bag sweatsuit until you are a ball of hyperventilating pulp. You can white-knuckle the treadmill until you collapse and get spit out like a baseball at a batting cage. But the truth is this: if you were built like soft-serve in a condom when you got on that machine, you will be built like soft-serve in a condom when you get off that machine. Your goal can not be accomplished in a single session. You are going to have to come back and do this again. Dedication, not dehydration, is the key to altering your body. So get the hell off the machine and don't give ME a dirty look when I ask if I can use it after you've been on it for 90 minutes. Dedication.

The answer is "Yes, you can work in with me." Here at the gym we do a little thing that we like to call sharing, maybe you've heard of it. (If you haven't got the foggiest idea what "working in" means, look it up.) (If you haven't got the foggiest idea what sharing means, get that Chicken Soup for the Soul book or that Everything I Need to Know I Learned in Kindergarten book. I've never personally read either of them, but I'm gonna bet they might help to clarify things.) Sharing.

Loafers?

Do you have to do your set right in front of the weight rack? No. No you don't. Step away from the rack! So that you aren't - I don't know - blocking every. Single. Other. Person. From using the weights. It's just common courtesy. You are not here alone. And, not for nothin', if it's too heavy to carry four feet, then it's too fucking heavy for you to exercise with. Courtesy.

Jeans?

There is just absolutely no need to gyrate and thrust and make yourself look generally silly in order to lift the heaviest weight at the gym. Much in the same way that wearing a zero when she's an 8 makes Mariah Carey look fatter than she actually is, lifting with a weight that's too heavy doesn't make you look strong, it just makes you look like a douchebag. Momentum is not your friend. You're trying to build muscle, not a pyramid. So start with a weight you can manage and work your way up to that Arnold weight in the corner. Dedication.

Re-rack your weights! Courtesy. Douchebag. Too heavy.

Flip flops?

Clearly you're excited about the sweating (Not since TiVo!!!), but you know, we here at the gym indulge in a little accessory we like to refer to as - a towel. We sweat. We love to sweat. And we pretty much sweat on everything. And then we wipe that shit down before moving on or before we allow someone else - learning curve in action - to work in with us. Sharing. Courtesy. Douchebag. Wipe down.

That bench? It's not a park bench. Neither is it a coffee table, mantle, footrest or phone booth. (Hang up!) It's a bench. Which we use. To lift. And when we're done, we wipe it down and re-rack our weights. And sometimes, if the gym is crowded, we let someone else work in with us. Sharing. Courtesy. Douchebag. Wipe down. Park bench.

To recap: Dedication. Sharing. Courtesy. Too heavy. Douchebag. Work in. Wipe down. Re-rack. Soft-serve. Condom. Park bench. Hang up. Work out.

I think that if you follow these few, simple rules, you'll find that the gym is a great place to be. And you might find those mean gym-rats to be all warm and fuzzy. And maybe you'll stay past the first really cold day.

WELCOME TO THE GYM!

Sincerely,

All The Gym-Goers Who Are Annually Annoyed By The Sudden Influx Of The Resolute Yet Clueless