The Scene


Gay Pride today in WeHo.




Sable Crow invited me to march in the parade with The Trevor Project. I'm officially an honorary gay. Only took me 32 years.










Had breakfast with Mr. Diabolina before meeting Sable Crow.

During our meal, this was the scene over his shoulder. Only on Santa Monica Blvd.








Met up with Sable Crow and walked around soaking up blinged out rides getting parade-ready














This year's parade had more of an activist feel than previous years.















Probably in anticipation of more bible-thumping protestors. Ughs.




But the overall message of the day remained the same: pride.









Pride in who you are and what you are.




Pride in a community that is about acceptance not judgment, fun times not hell fire and brimstone.








Today Sable Crow told me about a philosophy he's been learning more about recently, one that's been really empowering at a time when gay rights are being attacked in the US. A philosophy that shows throughout history and across cultures, gay men have held revered positions in society. They have been shamans and healers and artists. They have been the ones to toe the line between male and female and thus have a unique insight into both.

When you think about it, this dynamic still plays out in interesting ways. For example, the stereotype of gays as beautifiers (hairdressers, fashion designers, etc.) as well as early adopters of all things fabulous. Interesting no? Want to learn more. Think fully understanding my affinity for gay culture is vital at this time in my life. I said to Mr. Diabolina the other day that we lead the life of a gay couple. Namely because we have tons of disposable income and no children.






Went from an afternoon with boyz and Momma




To dinner with Mami. Funny jumble of a day. Funny jumble of a life.












The Outfit
Rogan for Target shorts
American Apparel top

The Accessories
Thrifted scarf and purse
Trevor Project tshirt as, um, pocket scarf
Forever 21 sunglasses
Marc by Marc Jacobs sandals

The Grade
F






The Commentary


Really screwed the pooch today.



Let down all my hot gays and fierce trannies.











Thought about rocking my new sexy romper today.


But want to debut it on our trip to Hawaii in two weeks.









Just didn't feel very fabulous when Sable Crow woke me up at 8 am. Ugh.






Threw on the gray AA top. It's a hand me down from my mom.















The white shorts




And summer scarf.


















Not sure how I ended up so dowdy and fugly. I plead hypothyroidism.


Earlier in the week, I promised Sable Crow I'd show up in an orange thong and a smile. He said yum but warned me that the Trevor organizers would have t-shirts for us. T-shirts made for Tyrannosaurus Rexes. No smalls or mediums in sight. F. Unacceptable for a gay organization.











We tried to come up with creative ways to wear said tshirts. But UGH how do you wear a hammock?





This was the only acceptable way we could figure.















Luckily one of the boys had one golden medium squirreled away. I let Sable Crow take it. Figured it was more important for him to look hot than me.



This is what I looked like in the sleeping bag of a tshirt. The worst Glamour don't EVER. Ultimately I refused to wear it. Felt bad about not representing but there was no way I was going to march in my first Pride parade not proud. Especially in my hometown i.e. where people might RECOGNIZE me.













I just can't rock a tank top as a dress




I am no Rumi.










Tried to tie it up - eighties style - to mitigate the enormity of the fit.



But felt super self conscious in white shorts and a midriff baring knotted up tank. Shudder just to think of it.






Last Sunday's outfit would have been a better choice





But Friday's look was ideal - head to toe Trevor orange and a rainbow colored belt.








At least my orthopedic hot shoes were a good call. Comfy for parading.



Though rollerskates with pink wheels would have been better. Gays: 1. Diabolina: 0.








In the end I should have just slapped on the No H8 face tattoos we scored at the last "gay pride" parade in WeHo.


This American Apparel tshirt would have been purrfect too. Damn it. It's on my birthday wish list. You better get crackin' if you haven't picked up my present yet - only 6 more shopping weeks left :)

The Scene


Anyone who knows me knows where I stand on Prop 8. If you don't, read here and here.







So when the California Supreme Court announced that they were upholding Prop 8, you can imagine how I felt.




Actually this sign captures my thoughts well ;)










For the second time in my life I felt ashamed to be a Californian. The first time was when we elected a Republican Terminator our Governor.



And we all know how well that's worked out.












I am no lawyer but for me this issue centers around the separation of church and state - you know, that little thing this country was founded on. In my mind, it's about teasing out personal beliefs from the rights extended to law-abiding American citizens.





I understand the fear that motivates the other side of the argument. I really do. I may have grown up in West Hollywood but I went to Catholic school for 12 years and have been Latina for 32 years.







So I understand another person's religion may not welcome this family into its church. Fine.


But I believe my government should afford every family the same rights and protection under the laws of the United States. Period.









It KILLS me that this legislation institutionalizes the belief that being gay is shameful, that gays are less than. I know MY God does not believe that.









And I know that is an unacceptable, irresponsible message to send to the next generation. Especially those kids in places around the world where being gay might as well be a death sentence.









So today I joined a beautiful couple who've been together as long as Mr. Diabolina and I have been













And the only man who knows me as well as Mr. Diabolina















To take a stand against intolerance. To join with our community and say we will not be silenced. This is not over.

















We were joined by media whores like Mayor Villaraigosa







Kathy Griffin with her 89 year old boozehound mama











Perezzle





And um, Sally Kirkland.










Our Best Star Sighting tonight: Drew Barrymore. As she bopped by us, Mr. Architect - ever the star fucker - yelled out, "Thank you for supporting us, Drew."


She turned around and said earnestly, "You're welcome." We nearly died. It's GERTIE, people.











As night fell, about 2000 of us began to march.



We marched peacefully AND fabulously. We marched from Santa Monica Blvd and San Vicente to Hollywood and Highland. And then we marched BACK.











Over the course of those 7 miles, there were hilarious moments (duh, it's always a party with gays)






And there were sobering moments.










It was incredible to do something you never do in L.A. - walk. We walked down the streets I've known my entire life. Streets that I know like the back of my hand


And yet, in this context, with thousands of people surrounding me, united against a common threat, I saw everything as if for the first time.








I saw the irony of our protest happening in Hollywood - THE export of these United States. The irony that today sidewalks lined with stars' names and famous hand prints were covered with much more important messages.





I saw the irony of our protest happening on the same sliver of street as the Kodak theater, the site of the Oscars, that global celebration of an industry defined by so many talented gay professionals.












Tonight I felt blessed to join my voice with three of the most loving human beings I know in the name of love.




I urge you to do your part too. Help eradicate hate, fear and ignorance. Join us.








The Outfit
3.1 Phillip Lim dress
Forever 21 sweater

The Accessories
Chanel bag, shoes, earrings
Fashion District pin

The Grade
A





The Commentary


Sheathed myself in Chanel today



bracing my heart for the Supreme Court ruling.

















Once I knew the march was happening I knew I had to get home and change




Unlike boots, these cages were not meant for walking.












Mr. Architect made sure to let me know that he was hearing white was the color to wear tonight. Love peeps who have my fashion back.




Thought about wearing a white dress












The Vena Cava for Gap dresses would've been CHIC as hell.














But a dress didn't feel right. Neither did a white skirt or white shorts



Thought about a white jacket. Ugh all white is tough enough to figure out under regular circumstances much less for my first protest.














With only a few minutes to throw something on, I just settled on a tank top and jeans






With my stripped wrap sweater
















Ballet flats



And a chain quilted bag - my something white.















The boys were very concerned that my shoes were too cute to be comfortable for serious walking. But I assured them I knew what I was doing. I am a semi-pro fashionista after all ;)



But Sable Crow wins Best Professional Protester Accessories. He had his whistle, sign and bullhorn at the ready. Unfortunately, he's had a year of practice protesting :(








Mr. Architect wins Best Protest Jeans.



After all, a cute butt is muy importante anywhere more than one gay gathers ;)









For girls distressed jeans were THE thing tonight.





Ugh. I have to get on that DIY project already.












Best celebrity accessories tonight: No to H8 face tattoos.





We got a few later on in the evening and horded them like crack.











My favorite part of the experience was ultimately the humorous spirit of the crowd.




I am a big believer that in the face of pain, one has to laugh.










Humor is probably the thing I love most about my gay friends.












That and how they notice my hair is different without me having to tell them ;)