Good morning

The coffee tastes a little strong this morning. All the same, the mildly bitter, toasty-warm liquid is a soothing familiarity to me. I've been a coffee lover since the age of 5, when I would sip a concoction of the brew, which included very generous amounts of milk and sugar. Today, as I drink my grown-up version of the same, I sit and gaze out of the dining room window at a beautiful Sunday morning. It is just beginning to stir with a determined jogger, an old golden retriever quietly doing his business while his owner looks on, and flittering birds, chirping their first-of-day hellos. Miss is in the other room, asleep, her gorgeous mane of hair strewn over her favorite feather pillow, the cat curled tightly at her feet. This morning I fully feel the gratitude for my life that I can selfishly forget from time to time.

Sure, in a while I will attack my Sunday chores, probably cuss as I try and hammer around my thumb when I hang that candle-plant holder contraption in the bathroom, I will moan about the rent check I'm going to write, and I will make faces when I take out the trash, put away my laundry, and jump on that God-damned treadmill in our office. However, I know that tonight, as Miss and I settle into our couch and flip on the television, we will take in our Sunday-clean apartment, look at each other and say, "the place looks good, no?" In other lives right around me, and all over this world - people do not have it so well.

These quiet moments in the morning, filled with yawns and coffee... they are a blessing I wish for you all.

xo,
Ms.

Out like a...

Oh my God… Hello! It's the end of March, Spring is trying to emerge... and so am I! I tell you, I feel like I am returning from a sojourn at Guantanamo Bay. Did you miss us? Miss and I have been all too busy with work stuff, and I am exhausted, pulling my weight slowly up and out of the pit of politics and power that make up prime-time television. As you can tell by my annoying alliterations, I have missed the world of the literary for the last three months. I vow to try and be better with regular posts, and I beg your forgiveness, as we’ve actually had quite a few readers make themselves known to Miss and myself. Thank you for your loyal, ever-present winks and nods.

There is so much catching up to do since we last spoke! Congress has (thankfully) continued to bitch-slap the Bush administration at every opportunity; ol’ Dick got pissed at Wolf when questioned about Mary & Heather’s baby-of-sin; a cute but nervous Ellen hosted the Oscars; and we hit yet another anniversary of pointless death as we celebrated the 4th birthday of the Iraq War. Sigh. Good times, good times.

On the personal front, Miss and I are well. Two of our closest friends, a lovely couple of the same gender, moved in to the apartment below us – so it’s become an L Word meets Melrose Place of sorts… with all of the fun and none of the bad writing. So far, it’s fantastic. The other night, after I got home from work, quite stressed, I decided to alleviate the pain of my stupid job by partaking in dirty martinis and singing my heart out to some classic girl ballads. Miss was sitting on the other end of the couch, bare feet planted comfortably in my lap, enjoying the show and waiting for me to give her olives from my martini when Lez Neighbors sent a text message… before you could say “four lesbians and a cat,” they joined the party and we proceeded to have Dance Party USA in our living room. It was one of those moments you can actually feel the seed of a dear memory being planted. Okay... maybe that was just the last vodka-soaked olive planting my blooming hangover…

More to come! It's great to be back...

XO,
Ms.

As people...

I dreamt last night that I was in the middle of a war - a modern battlefield - a city - and cars were exploding all around me, busses full of women and children, a really terrifying, horrid scene. And I stopped and I looked at the carnage everywhere and I thought, very simply, "shouldn't we be better than this"?

And then I woke up.

~Miss

The Baby in the Middle of the Room

Mary Cheney, in her first public comments about the baby she's having with her partner, claimed, "this is not a political statement". Well, too bad sister. The notion that the lesbian daughter of the vice president's decision to have a baby might not be political is, frankly, ridiculous. It is unfortunate, and I sympathize with her desire not to politicize her family, but that has never stopped the media, to say nothing of the American public from deciding what should or should not be a big deal.
It also should be noted that it is moments like this, where ordinary people break through the wall of what is considered morally correct by the majority of Americans that morality in this country evolves. The story of a black woman who refused to sit in the back of the bus comes to mind; she was not a civil rights leader, but she became a beckon for the movement and every child of my generation wrote a 3rd grade book report about her. Mary Cheney should only be that lucky - and she's doing herself and her country a disservice by not accepting the burden of her position as a public and political figure. After all, this is the world into which she will bring her child - what kind of country would she like it to be?

~ Miss

To Fortify, or Not to Fortify

DHA (docosahexaenoic acid) is an Omega-3 fatty acid naturally found in fish like wild salmon, leafy greens, and grass-fed animals like cows and chickens. It has been proven to help deter heart disease and aid in the development of prematurely born infants and is purported (although not proven) to reduce your risk of Alzheimer’s and improve your vision. Yet, companies have not been inclined to fortify your food with this tasteless, odorless additive in the same way calcium is added to orange juice and iodine to salt. The only notable exception is baby formula, of which DHA fortified products make up 90% of the sales. (DHA, by the way, is also what gives fish oil it's medicinal properties.) Kellogg has been experimenting with DHA and General Mills is preparing to release a DHA fortified yogurt for children, but most companies do not yet see the commercial benefit of adding 15 cents to the price of your Corn Flakes. Would you pay more for fortified food?

~ Miss

The Simple Question of Iraq

I rarely comment on politics - there's a myriad of venues out there for those arguments. But on this point I am truly undecided myself and curious about what honest, thinking people, setting aside party affiliation, have to say. Despite the story being spilled out to the media days before, Wednesday night Bush formally announced a "surge" in American troops to Iraq. This, of course, prompted massive protest from the left and even some detractions from the right. Politically, the war in Iraq has become a quagmire for both sides of the aisle.
It seems to me a reactionary response to denounce the idea of sending more troops. First let me say I was against the war in the beginning and I still am. Setting aside the missing weapons of mass destruction and the big business that the war is for government contractors, I don't believe you should impose democracy on a country before it's ready. Especially so in the middle east, and further, in this day and age when only two functional Islamic democracies exist: Turkey and Indonesia. There is a civil war going on in Iraq it's no wonder (if you don't know anything about the differences between Shiite and Sunni Muslims then you should learn). But unlike wars of the past, there is no organized opposition. There is no one to waive the white flag. There is not going to be a "kiss and make up" moment anytime soon.
So, the situation being what it is, you have to admit, we've made a big ol' mess over there. It is, plainly, a fiasco. And it has gotten consistently worse over the last four years. Pulling out American troops will likely result in the partial collapse of the Iraqi government and an economic sinkhole when the oil market destabilizes. Putting more troops into Iraq will only keep American soldiers in the middle of a civil war that's been roiling in the middle east for 1400 years.
The question I'm positing to all of you is this: Do we have a responsibility to clean up the mess we've made?

~ Miss

In Response:

I am not June Cleaver. I don’t aspire to that image. I don’t want to be a housewife, a stay-at-home-mom, or a "kept" woman. I don't believe it is healthy, or realistic, for women to promote the idea of the '50s housewife as a moral icon. I think women will have just as hard a time earning that .76 cent dollar (.69 cent if you're black) without conflicting ideas of feminine obligation. Lord knows we already spend enough time trying to look like Heidi Klum.

That said… I like to cook. I’m good at it. I enjoy knowing there will be dinner ready when she gets home and that it isn’t take-out. I like handling the annoying little things in our life - the cleaning, the food shopping, the laundry. I like knowing that she will come home to a well-kept house and a made bed. (It should be noted, this is not because she expects it – rather because I’m a touch neurotic. There’s a difference.)

As Ms. has said, I have my own career ambitions to pursue and certainly we cannot afford a single income lifestyle like that to which we have become accustomed. But in the meantime, is it so bad to enjoy taking care of someone you love? Would you do it fulltime if you could? Is that existance acceptably rewarding to forgo ever accomplishing anything more substantial than a really good apple pie? Is pie enough?

You ponder that. I have short ribs in the oven.

~ Miss

Chauvinist Pig

Is it terrible that I like having a housewife? Being freelance, Miss and I go in and out of active employment at proper offices, verses staying home and working on our own stuff. I just began a new job and have left my holiday lazy days for early mornings, lots of coffee, a fairly long commute, and late nights at the office. Miss, on the other hand, is dealing with independent projects, and therefore, gets to stay in the luxury of our home office. This means, she is home when I leave in the mornings, and home when I return in the evenings... with dinner ready. And boy, do I LOVE it. Ooooo... I feel like a husband from the 1950's. She makes me breakfast and grabs the paper in the mornings and then does my laundry. I'm soaking it up so much, I might as well finish the night with a scotch and a cigar, while the little wifey rubs my feet. It's terrible, I know. But I can't deny - I'm totally enjoying it.

xoxo,
Ms.

In a nutshell...

I tell you, Miss and I have hit the ground running in 2007. It seems the rest of the world has as well. I have so much to do, and Miss is giving me the eye to hurry this blog up so that we can get on with it... so here goes:

First off... Nancy Pelosi -- you GO girl! History was made yesterday as the first female Speaker of the House took her chair. It was exciting and fun... now let's see what gets done. My fingers are crossed that Congress actually accomplishes something positive !

From news on the the dark side, however, the hate-filled fuckers over at VoteOnMarriage.org have done the lovely gesture of removing their $5 million federal lawsuit against lawmakers in Massachusetts now that those lawmakers have agreed after all to vote on the proposed amendment banning same-sex marriages in the state, which legalized gay marriage in 2004. This means that the question of the evil amendment will come up again during the next two year legislative session in Massachusetts. It then will only need 50 votes to wind up going to the voters of the state... in other words, Massachusetts voters may be seeing the choice to ban gay marriage on their 2008 ballots. Hey folks voting is democratic! It is a free country... at least for some.

In other parts of the world, people are still dying in Iraq, a plane is missing in Indonesia, Bush is still an idiot and I'm still busy... so I better run. Coming, Miss! Coming! (jeez)

xo,
Ms.

Take me to your... er... leader? Never mind.

Now this is just cool...

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