Happy New Year!!

Cheers! and Smooch! and Auld Lang Syne! (whatever the hell that means...) It's almost 2007 and I'm feeling good about the upcoming year.

Be safe and laugh at someone who is drunker than you tonight... (as if)

xoxo,
Ms.

Out with the Old...

Miss and I wanted this blog to be a happy New Year message, but with the execution of Saddam Hussein, it feels downright irresponsible not to address such a major occurrence.

Certainly, Saddam was a violent dictator and no one I would want to be in the presence of for even a moment. That said, I can't help but feel cold when I see the news footage of the black hooded executioners walking him through his final moments. Not because I think it is tragic that this man's life is ending - rather, I feel this act has just made a martyr of a demon. George Bush is busy reminding us that this is an important step in the war on terror, and I can't help but conclude - ONCE AGAIN -- the true stupidity of our president. This act will cause more violence, more terrorism, and more hate than it would have to let that man rot in prison for the rest of time. He would have faded, and now... we've helped to assure he will be remembered in the public's eye as bravely facing his own death, and from his own supporters as a further symbol of cause to fight.

Yes, it's been quite a week of endings - James Brown, Gerald Ford, Saddam Hussein, and now 2006. A tough year for quite a few people indeed, Miss and I wish you a happier 2007. In this next year, may your life be easier, happier, healthier, wealthier, all of those things - but above all - we wish you peace - and all that means to you.

Happy New Year,
Ms. & Miss

Sweet!

Dude! First of all -- I just found out that Sarah Paulson - of Studio 60 on the Sunset Strip fame - is a girl who likes girls!! Secondly -- I just began a blog with "Dude!"

(Give me a break, I'm exhausted from eating about a zillion calories in holiday food for the last week, and I am now nursing a nasty cold.)

Until next time,
Ms.

Peace on Earth, good will to men...

It's Christmas Eve-Eve, and Miss and I will be busy eating and opening presents for the next couple of days, so today shall be our slightly early Christmas blog. I was looking for a happy bit of news about acceptance, in keeping with the holiday spirit of peace. Sadly, that was a hard task. So I figure I'll tell you my own story.

As I've said, Miss and I are in New York for the holidays, and - as expected - we've included the must-do activities of a trip to the city. For one, we went high-brow one night and caught Rigoletto at the Met. Sitting next to Miss was one very elderly gentleman, appearing to be in his nineties. He noticed a ring on her finger that I had given her last year as an anniversary gift. He said it reminded him of a ring he had given his wife, and then noted he had found it in her effects after she passed away. He seemed to like Miss very much (how could you not), and he took every opportunity between acts to speak with her. He really was very sweet.

Miss and I thoroughly enjoyed the opera, and although the elderly gentleman made me a touch sad, I couldn't deny that I was delighted that he found us as acceptable to talk to as anyone, even though Miss and I held hands, or had a hand on one another's knee throughout the show. A man two generations ahead of our own, and he was as open and willing to share a story of his own late love with another couple in love, albeit a different kind of couple.

After the opera, we said our goodbyes to our elderly friend and exited the theatre. We stood outside of Lincoln Center, feeling good despite the tragic end of Rigoletto, and admired the tall Christmas tree, decorated with large twinkling snowflake lights. As we stood in the chilled night air, we began to hear people singing. It seemed an impromptu gathering of carolers had formed and they were singing "Hark the Herald Angels Sing!" Folks young and old, families, friends, and couples stood and sang Christmas hymn after Christmas hymn. Miss and I grasped hands and walked into the middle of the group, where we were welcome to stand and sing our hearts out as well. Peace on Earth and mercy mild, God and sinners reconciled.

Merry Christmas,
Ms.

Here we are - happy golden days...

It's the holiday season and Miss and I are spending it together. We made it out of LA, despite a stupid airline, and currently we are in New York visiting her family. I've received my first ever Hanukkah present - thankfully no underwear yet, and life is good and busy with holiday bustle. We will spend the next week here before going to visit my family.

Okay, this is going to sound a little corny, but I have to say, it has occured to Miss and me both that while going to see our families is wonderful, we are most happy to just be toegether. It's as if the weight of "family importance" has shifted somewhat from them - to us. Truly, it's quite gratifying to be at the stage in my life and relationship with Miss where we no longer accept spending the holidays apart, with each other's respective families. No - we have realized that- we now consider each other our immediate family - and we choose to spend special times with one another, working in the extended family around our own. It would feel downright weird to not have Miss by my side as we dig into holiday treats, hum old carols and pull apart heavily taped wrapping paper as we open gifts. I didn't think that would happen until kids entered the picture, but strangely, I'm perfectly content with my immediate family of two.

I can't believe I'm doing this...

In a million years, I never thought I would be cheering the son of former "Praise the Lord" ministers (and crooks) Jim Bakker and Tammy Faye Messner. But I have to say, I was quite impressed with what the dude and his sidekick had to say in this commentary.

I'm still not running out to donate to his cause... but at least he isn't spewing hate. Thanks, Mr. Bakker. You're not half as creepy as your old man.

peace,
Ms.

All I want for Christmas is... ummmm - wait.

Okay - get this... Miss was talking with her mother on the phone and having that conversation that you have when you talk about what to get someone else for Christmas. "Well, she wants X... or she needs some Y...," etc. And then her mother points out that every year she's gotten Miss and her brother underwear. Innocently, she asks, "Maybe I should get Ms. underwear too?" UNDERWEAR. My girlfriend's mother offered to buy me underwear for Christmas. What am I to make of this? What if I open a brightly colored package in front of her entire family and it's PANTIES? Or worse -- GRANNY PANTIES! I will die. Then this blog will be over. Then you will never hear my rants about same-sex discrimination or Dubya's antics, or my conservative family again. It will be death by underwear.

wish me well,
Ms.

What a fantastic Holiday Basket!

This year, to cut down on stopping into a different store for each person on our list Ms. and I are creating gift baskets of our favorite things. We've decided to divulge the secrets of our no-fail holiday gift. Assemble as many or as few of these ingredients as you like, they're all winners:

Pick up a deli-paper-wrapped chunk of Lush soap in flavors like Avowash with avocado and olive oil or Ginger soap with ginger and essential oils. Soaps range from about $5.00-$9.00 per 1/4lb, and Lush products are never tested on animals.

Yummy Spiced Fig Chocolate or Dried Fig Compote, $7.25 from Sonoma Valley's The Girl and The Fig. Great stuff for ice cream sundaes or chèvre cheese plates.

L'Occitane en Provence - pure shea butter moisturizer for the delicate types. $36

A good bottle of wine is like gold in a gift basket. Try one of these Napa valley treasures: Grgich Hills 2005 Fumé Blanc - $25, Cake Bread Cellars' Chardonnay 2005 - $36, a 2003 Cabernet Sauvignon from Steltzner Vineyards - $36, or a pink cellophane wrapped bottle of Coppola's Sofia Blanc sparkling wine - $19.

Pair your wine with Janis and Melanie's Chardonnay biscuits with tarragon and shallots or Cabernet biscuits with cracked peppercorns. About $3 at specialty food stores or buy in bulk from Amazon.

Tate's chocolate chip cookies. Mmmmmm - light and crisp, packed with chocolate. $22.50 gets you 3 boxes (and trust me, you'll want 2 for yourself).

Throw in a dvd for Christmas night - the 5th season of "24" $36.97, "Goodnight and Goodluck" $13.49, or "Little Miss Sunshine" - $15.98, from Amazon.

Spiced chestnut soap and hand lotion from Williams Sonoma - $12.50 each online or at Williams Sonoma stores.

Jonathan's signature truffles from Compartes Chocolatier - out of this world flavors like smoked sea salt, jasmine tea, lemon citron, spicy chili pepper, and raspberry rose. A 5 piece box is $12 or get 20 pieces for $38.

A jar of Devonshire or Cornish clotted cream, available at specialty food stores and Whole Foods Markets. Fantastic on scones or served with fruit, a breakfast treat from the UK.

Add a good book from Barnes and Noble or The Strand, you might try: "The End of Mr. Y" by Scarlett Thomas - $14, "Memories of My Melancholy Whores" from Gabriel García Márquez - $11.95, or "A Photographer's Life" by Annie Leibovitz - $50-$75. Oh - and don't forget "In Me Own Words: The Autobiography of Bigfoot" by Graham Roumieu.

Throw in a donation to the Humane Society and help save animals stranded by natural disasters or abused at breeding facilities. $5 to $500.

And finally, no gift basket would be complete without a homemade CD full of your favorite tunes. Hit up iTunes and download some great tracks. Then pick up the Avery CD Stomper kit ($21.99 from Staples) and create a perfectly personalized label just for your disc.

Enjoy!
~ Miss

Well Whaddaya Know...

Mary Cheney is pregnant. Yup. She and Heather Poe, her partner of 15 years, are set to be the proud new LESBIAN parents of a new baby. Of course, neither in Virginia nor in this country, which legally discriminates against same-sex families, are there laws to protect Ms. Poe as a full guardian of the baby that Ms. Cheney births. Too bad, so sad.

As much of the gay community, I have not been a big fan of Mary Cheney in the past, due to her never providing a voice about same-sex marriage rights (not to mention the fact that she works for a party and a president that I abhore). She obviously is one of the most hight-profile homosexuals in American politics these days. It seemed to me that she should offer some opinion. In her book published this last May, however, she finally offers up her views on the Federal Marriage Ammendment and she is - thankfully - strongly opposed to it. I haven't read the book (it is on the ever-growing "to read" list), but I commend her for finally speaking up.

I would like to wish Ms. Cheney and Ms. Poe a hardy congratulations and best wishes on the new addition to their family. May that child grow up knowing he has two parents and a family that love him very much. May that child grow up in a world with less hate, with more peace, and with the open and free life in a country that was founded on equality for all. May that child grow up and work against politicians like his grandfather.

peace,
Ms.

Where do you live again?

Test your geographical knowledge: Drop the State

See how many you can get right. I scored 88% with a 28-miles-off average.

~Miss

I'll be home for Christmas -- if only in my dreams...

Miss and I are traveling to see family for the holidays. Hers and mine. Two different cities. Three plane trips for us and a seriously robust cat, who will be shoved into a carry-on.

We've had some difficulty and confusion about our tickets with an airline which has proven to be the BANE OF MY EXISTENCE. I won't name names.
(Delta Air Lines, Inc.)
I won't disparage hard working employees.
(They are all morons.)
I will list highlights of our experience with them. Perhaps you can relate...

* Customer service idiots.
* The really bad "Hold" music on the phone.
* Confusion based on "what the computer says."
* Re-telling the same long story to yet another nameless, faceless person who only cares about what time she gets off work.
* Paying $11 in parking at the airport, just to go down and spend nearly 3 hours talking with a ticket agent in person.
* Balancing whether to completely lose it and jump and yell like a person in a padded cell with a serious facial tick or to calmly smile and work a more sympathetic angle.
* That stupid button that lady is wearing that says "Keep Delta MY Delta!"
* Being told that we have to pay for a ticket AGAIN.
* My pulsing temples.
* A uniformed employee telling me he is there to help, and never looking me in the eye.
* Miss's reassuring hand on the small of my back, along with that look of hers that says "don't freak out."
* A pale bald man talking to a person on the phone, who is telling us - via the pale bald man - that we have already received paper tickets and now must pay a LOST TICKET FEE and a RE-ISSUE FEE, since we are saying that we NEVER RECEIVED TICKETS.
* Not being allowed to talk to the person on the phone that the pale bald man in front of me is talking to.
* Not being allowed to take a copy of - or even LOOK at the printed copy of our ticket mishap's "story."
* Actually wondering if I would get arrested at LAX for attacking an airline employee.

I'm seriously considering going retro and going by train at this point. All the same, there's no place like home for the holidays. That is if I don't end up in jail.


xoxo,
Ms.

Where's my minority button?

Bliss: weekend mornings cuddled in bed, coffee, NY Times, the cat (who, at 18.5 lbs, we have affectionately nicknamed "fatgirl") curled between us. Our second floor window looks out on a magnolia tree, and beyond that, an elementary school. It's almost noon. Ms. and I are tired after a long day yesterday riding Space Mountain at Disneyland. Life could be worse.
Between the Matterhorn Bobsleds and Splash Mountain Ms. asked me, "Do you think it's weird for people to see two girls holding hands?" I didn't think so, but in truth, I had been wondering the same thing. Did we attract more attention here, surrounded by a genuinely diverse crowd of American and international tourists, than we did in our Los Angeles bubble? For whatever reason, it felt so. "I think it's good," she said. "They see us, they see we're normal."
That's true, it is good, it's a large part of why we write this blog. But part of me wants to know when we get to stop demonstrating "normal" and get to just BE normal. Taking up a social cause is admirable when you're not also living the cause. When you're living the cause it can feel obligatory. This is not to discount the likes of African Americans fighting civil rights violations or Hispanic Americans leading protests against backwards immigration policy. To stand against discrimination is a laudable thing. But is would be a helluva lot easier to be able to turn off your minority factor sometimes. When Ms. puts her arm around me on The Haunted Mansion ride it's not because we're trying to make a statement to the Midwestern family sitting behind us. It's because I'm terrified of spiders.

That's one small step for gays...

Good news kids: yesterday on 11/30/2006, gay marriage was legalized in South Africa! That makes it the first country in Africa to recognize same-sex marriage as being legal.

Interestingly enough, this is the backlash from an extreme conservative move in 1994, when S. Africa drafted a new constitution after apartheid. It seems they included a clause which made same-sex union illegal. The blatant discrimination gave gay leaders plenty of fodder to fight and fight hard to repeal the law. The acceptance of the legislation happened a year ago, and it is FINALLY being implemented. There you go - almost thirteen years later and they did it. It's worth it to keep on this issue.

Unfortunately, this region is still very conservative in their general outlook towards homosexuality, so don't get the mindset that you should don your rainbow-flag wife-beater and Elton John sunglasses and take your next big OUT -N- PROUD party to S. Africa. I doubt you'd be well received. However, I do think this should serve as a reminder to us that if we take the very logical point of fact that a ban on gay marriage is pure, unadulterated discrimination, we can surely begin to set our own laws in place.

Keep your chin up! We can do this!

xoxo,
Ms.