FRESNO REEL PRIDE KICKS-OFF WEDNESDAY WITH "HELICOPTER MOM"
Wednesday, September 17, 2014
Oh, how far we’ve come from the dark days of rampant homophobia. But teenager Lloyd Cooper (Jason Dolley) may think society—or at least his mother—has progressed a bit too far on this topic. Lloyd’s mom Maggie (a hilarious Nia Vardalos) says she would not only accept a gay son, she actively encourages it, as it would be “really cool” to have one. In fact, Maggie becomes so convinced that Lloyd himself is gay that she “outs” him to his entire high school. Like any good “helicopter mom,” who hovers over every aspect of her children’s lives, Maggie takes control of Lloyd’s social life, setting Lloyd up on dates with boys whom she has approved and filing for a gay student college scholarship. There’s just one wrench in her grand plans: Lloyd doesn’t even know whether he’s gay or not. But the mother is willing to accept her son for who he is—or at least who she thinks he is.
An incident happened to begin at a restaraunt in the Tower District. The victim (a member of Trans-E-Motion and Pink Panthers Movement) was approached by one of four men and sexually harassed. It quickly turned into a physical sexual assault and the victim disclosed to perp she is a transgender M to F. When the victim left she was heading to her car parked behind Tower Theater lot when she was attacked by the 5 men and beaten up. She suffers from 2 broken ribs, a broken bone in right hand along with cuts and bruises. The victim has several years self defense training and so she was able to fight back and two of the agressors are in the hospital with injuries and 3 ran off; however, the authorities know who the 3 are (thanks to the eye witnesses); and are searching for them. There has been a police report made and it has been put in to Hate Crime category.
Read more: Transgender attack in the Tower
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How Andrew Christian has used low self-image and body shaming within the gay community to create an underwear empire.
Andrew Christian is notably known for his very popular line of designer underwear for men. His catalogue extends from swim suits to T-shirts, as well as jock straps to briefs. His underwear line has reached mega fame by being worn by gay men, literally, all over the world. His booth is most frequented at Gay prides, and his models are the most favored stars at Pride and other LGBT events. The muscled hunks, present and past porn stars, are more celebrated than organizations that lead to progressivism within the community.
These organizations would be those that lead to passing the Employment Non- Discrimination Act (ENDA), others that help gay couples qualify for adoptions and other human rights campaigns fighting for equality, whose floats are ignored at pride events. Yes, porn stars and models are idolized from within the gay community by many. Porn stars can be seen as a way of showing a normativity of sexual relations of gay men; however, the lack of intimacy makes it simply entertainment, and not in any way a true representation of intimate gay men's relations. The model industry with which Andrew Christian is most associated with is very much related to gaining off of gay men's insecurities and the body shaming that appears around us day after day.
Body shaming has been a very sure fire way to sell clothing items to people who have a low self-image. The idea is to create an ideal beauty. In Andrew Christian's case, it is making the ideal gay man's body. Which he would believe he has in the models he selects to be ambassadors for the Andrew Christian name. Body shaming is creating an ideal persona or body that all others must now compare themselves to. Andrew Christian and his marketing campaign for muscled and tanned men strictly limit those that could ever be Andrew Christian models, or models of any kind. It is nice to look at a man with muscles, but the overall perception of beauty being only as superficial as muscle and looks sends the message that the gay community is one solely based on our visual perception of others.
Read more: Andrew Christian and the Sexualization of Gay Men
DID YOU KNOW that July was ‘Heterosexual Awareness Month’? Now that the month has passed, are you more aware of your own, or other people’s, heterosexuality?
I’m guessing the answer is no – and I’m guessing that most of you probably don’t feel the need for a particular time to be proud of who you are and who you love, because our families and society are usually affirming and supportive, reinforcing heterosexuality without a second thought all the time. In choosing this headline I have assumed, as our society does all the time, that everyone is (or should be) heterosexual.
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Kampout Fresno is an annual event in the Central Valley for the Gay and Lesbian community. It's always the weekend after Labor Day. In 2014, it will be September 5-7.
Kampout Fresno is at Texas Flat Campground. It is a little rough to get to, but well worth the 90 minute journey from Fresno. The road is manageable, and large RV's often make the trek. At an elevation of 5,400 feet, the air is clean and crisp. We reserve the entire area alongside McGilvery Creek, so you can enjoy camping underneath a canopy of tall trees with 100 or more of your closest friends! The area is very large, so you can find privacy and solitude if you like.
What is the atmosphere like?
Most of our Kampers have been here many times, and look forward all year to the next Kampout. Fond memories are forever with us, and many new ones will be made this year. Many a great friendship has been made here as well. Everyone is friendly, no "cliques" or snobs. It sounds cliché, but it really is a family of friends, some of them you just haven't met yet.
2014 theme:"THE ANCIENT WORLD"! See more details at their site.
There’s a certain amount of run-of-the-mill tact and respect for privacy that starts to vanish when someone comes out as trans*. I’m consistently surprised by the kinds of questions people ask me about my partner, and by the things they say to her or us. One of my favorites is when people tell her how lucky she is that she doesn’t have to deal with periods or cramping.
I always think, “Yeah, she’s really jazzed that she doesn’t get to experience fertility and won’t ever have the ability to carry a child. How lucky!” I wonder if cisgender women who have had hysterectomies experience the same misguided conversation about their “luck.”
A very common experience trans* people have is that conversation can tend to veer rather quickly to their genitalia. While I can certainly understand the curiosity, can we all just agree that conversations about one’s genitals are conversations best left under the “personal/private” umbrella? Transitioning doesn’t somehow lift that social contract.
Authored By Justin Ropella – See the Full Story at SDGLN
Written by Peter Robertson
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Matthew was tied to a fence in rural Wyoming after being pistol-whipped and tortured — left to die. The moment we heard about his death, long before it was ever classified as a hate crime, in the very pits of our stomachs we knew that’s exactly what it was. But some voices, apparently unfazed by the horror of the crime, tried to rationalize that he must have created “gay panic” by coming onto his attackers.
Bryan’s unconscious, battered body was found in the Castro near dawn, badly beaten. Days later he was removed from life support. While some suggested he was probably just a victim of robbery, the immediate watery eyes and shudder felt by gays and lesbians evoked a knowing that something far more sinister caused his death.
Marichuy, a transgender woman detained among men in an Arizona immigration detention center, was raped — even after she had reported being harassed, bullied and threatened with rape. Many suggested she got what she deserved for her non-normative gender expression. Others, as is the case for many women who are raped, speculated about what she must have done to deserve it.
Read more: Why Don't the LGBT and African American Communities Stand Together?
I'm sorry, Brangelina, but real fighters for civil rights don't buckle under pressure when it gets hard
Angelina Jolie and Brad Pitt got married last weekend at their magical fairy castle in France. Mazel tov! I would hate to deny anyone their happiness and tell them they can't get married when they're in love. Oh wait, except that is exactly what the federal government tells countless gay couples every day by refusing to recognize their rights to get married. Angie and Brad spoke out in support of gay marriage many times and even vowed they wouldn't say their marriage vows until everyone could. Guess what, Mr. and Mrs. Pitt, not everyone can get married, so how good is your promise?
Back in a 2006 Esquire article, Brad said that he and Angie "will consider tying the knot when everyone else in the country who wants to be married is legally able." I can't tell you how much this meant to gays and lesbians all over the country. They were two of the first celebrities to draw attention to the fight for marriage equality and did it before marriage was legal in states like New York, Connecticut, Iowa, California and a growing number every year. This brought international attention to the cause and showed that they were principled people who were willing to put their beliefs before their convenience.
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Back rooms, parking lots, bath houses... A club a here; an alley there. It was the 70s. The era of free-love and sexual liberation...for some people. For the gay community, there was nothing liberating about it. Even though Stonewall had pushed the LGBT community into the public eye in 1969, its members were a long way from finding acceptance. We were living in a time where people were making gay synonymous with pedophile. Being in the closet meant living in the closet. While Anita Bryant's fame and fortune were fueling a growing hatred for our little sub-population, Harvey Milk was fighting to set us free and give us hope. But regardless of the political climate and media uproar, one thing remained constant...the need for human contact.
Was it all about sex? No, it never has been, but the reality is, when there are so few of us...when so many of us were living hidden, it made finding relationship partners difficult at best, and many people turned to discrete meetings in shadows or seizing an opportunity when someone like them expressed an interest. Condoms weren't readily available, not like they are today. Chance sexual encounters didn't always give you the opportunity to “prep.” Hell, they barely gave you an opportunity to get your pants down. (I guess some things never change.) People were throwing caution to the wind. I'm sure there were some who played it safe, but most people...they just took what they could get when they could get it. And why not? There was no concern for pregnancy, and at the time, most sexually transmitted infections and disease could be cured with antibiotics or treated with a reasonable degree of success. Nothing was really life threatening. But then, in the summer of 1981 something new stepped into the light... HIV made the headlines. The New York Times ran an article titled “Rare Cancer found in 41 Gay Men” and by the end of the year, 121 people were known to have died from the disease inside the United States. The numbers kept growing, and the mystery disease kept spreading. In 1982, the first case of blood transfusion infection popped up. In 1984, Ryan White was diagnosed with HIV from Factor VIII, a medicine used to treat hemophilia. Numbers were growing. People were panicking. It had become an epidemic. In just 5 years, the casualties of the AIDS-crisis had moved from 121 infections to 15,000 cases and 12,000 deaths. A decade later, in 1995 there were more than 500,000 people living with HIV/AIDS, and more than 300,000 deaths related to the disease. And here we are, in 2014...one more decade later...with 11.1 million people living with HIV in the U.S. Twenty years turned a handful into millions.
Read more: Truvada: A Better Choice, But Not an Excuse
While initially not reporting on this story, due to it not having a Central Valley connection, we are sadden to report that a Valley native has come forward to allege he was also a victim...
San Diego prosecutors say there could be more charges against a man who willingly exposed someone to HIV, this as more potential victims are coming forward saying they were infected by Thomas Guerra.
A Valley native says he was in a relationship with the suspect and is now HIV positive. He says he's coming forward to warn and alert other potential victims who live in the Central Valley. We're keeping his identity anonymous, but he told us, "He was incredibly charming and romantic, very handsome, not the type of person you'd think to do anything wrong ever."
Additional reporting: ABC 10
A video that alleges to show a self-proclaimed Christian family's reaction to their son, "Daniel," coming out offers a chilling first-hand look at the violence and rejection that can result when parents don't accept their child's sexual orientation.
The video, which claims to be secretly recorded on what appears to be a cell phone, captures the hateful reaction of a family after a child confirms to his parents that he is gay.
The video appears to capture a conversation that was already in progress, and shows the young man's family members citing Biblical opposition to homosexuality before telling the child he must move out of the home, disowning him, calling him a "disgrace," then turning physically violent as a confrontation ensues.
A woman who appears to be the child's mother begins by telling the young man that she has known since he was a small child that he was gay. Nevertheless, the woman tells her son that she believes he has made a choice to be gay, that it is "a path chosen". When he tries to refute her claims by pointing to "scientific proof" that sexual orientation is innate, she says she believes in "the word of God," not so-called science.
Read more: Christian' Family's Terrifying Response to Son Coming Out
My roommate is dying. His body has cancer due to the complications of being treated for HIV, and the way it and the medication for it has ravaged his body for the last thirty years.
When I met Bil, he was still a vibrant gay man. He had a bit of a belly and a fierce beard, along with the quick, sharp tongue wielded by the kind of gay man you want to be friends with (and not get on his bad side). He called it as he saw it, and it was this sort of mannerism that drew me to him instantly. He knew fierce. He knew fabulous. He knew how to mix a goddamned drink.
In the last year that I've known him, though, it's become apparent that so much has changed. He was diagnosed with squamous cell carcinoma in his throat over a year ago. Treatments, doctors, and chemo drove him and his partner in search of other options than what they could find in Denver, Colorado, where Bil and I met. He reached out to me shortly after my move to Portland, Oregon and wondered what it was like to live up here. I told him it was like a piece of Eden on Earth, with a lot more weird than perhaps anyone truly understands, but that it was a good place. The trees, the energy, the softness of the air all would be a comfort to him after living for years at the high and dry altitude of Denver. He said that his treatment options were greater up here, and that he and his partner Brandon were looking to move. Portland, at least on paper, had a lot to offer them both, and as they made their decision to take the leap, I caught a sense of what was coming. We made plans to meet up once they got here. I braced myself for what I might see in a man who was facing some medical challenges, but that I didn't fully understand, or completely appreciate from a distance. Photos on Facebook and text messages are often very, very cropped, revealing only the images and thoughts we can handle others knowing.
When I did see Bil, in the flesh, it was as a man changed from everything I had known about him when we first met and took off on a hike through the foothills of Denver. There before me stood a man who had aged thirty years. Gone was the spark from his eyes, the smile lines on his face had softened as his skin hung, slightly sallow. Instead of confident steps of power and poise, now he shuffled around, slightly hunched. He'd lost well over fifty pounds. He could barely eat. All of this took place in one earthly rotation around the sun. That's all. One year. I was in shock, and swallowed hard as I struggled to keep the warm grin of welcome upon my face when I first saw him.
I stood there, unsure how to respond, not quite stable on my own feet as he told me that he could feel the gentle step-back of his own small social circle as they collectively prepared for his death. Immediately, I realized that I was on the verge of doing the same thing, and I gritted my teeth. He mentioned this, as if only in passing, and then slid me a hard cider, one of the only alcoholic beverages his body could handle and that he could actually taste. The radiation treatment had killed not only his salivary glands but also his taste buds in his mouth. The cancer was spotted in his throat, to start, but now has started its journey throughout his body. He knows he only has a limited amount of time. I know my time to get to know him is shortened too. As the gravity of his health and situation sank in, I resolved myself to not pull back. I can't be that guy.
A breakup with the man I moved to Portland to be with had thrown a wrench into my life plans in this new town. I struggled to find work, but when I did, it happened a just the moment when the two of them were considering moving out of their apartment and into a home of their own. Bil and Brandon both recognized that my life had taken a tumble upon my landing up here in the Pacific Northwest, and that extending an offer for affordable shelter was the decent thing to do. At first, I was overwhelmed by their kindness and generosity. Now, though, as I have settled into my room in their house, and the schedule of life with these two has found its own pace and rhythm, I know that I am intimately involved in the end of Bill's life due to HIV. I lost my first partner from complications due to AIDS over sixteen years ago. It seems so strange, especially in 2014, to once again be witness to the passing of yet another creative, vibrant, imaginative, powerful, thoughtful, insightful person because of this virus. Though the stories are light years apart, they have that one common thread. They both represent lives that have taken a drastic trajectory change because of one tiny, microscopic half-living entity within their bodies.
Read more: My Roommate is Dying
Coming out is a right of passage for gay men and women — an experience as nearly universal as it is unique for each person. The process invariably began with the moment where the journey from self-discovery to self-awareness finally coalesces in self-acceptance and the readiness to speak the words. It began the first time we spoke the phrase “I’m gay” aloud to another human being.
Despite the shared experience, the nature of the journey is specific to each of us. Coming out stories run the gamut from those who kicked the closet door off its hinges in six-inch platform stilettos to those who cracked the door open just far enough to let in those nearest and dearest. A nearly infinite number of factors impact how we do it, when we do it, the words we choose, the people we share with and the choices we make once we were received.
That moment draws a line through our lives when our personal timeline suddenly has “Before Gay” and “After Gay” — our own internal birth which allows us to divide the important events, decisions and people on the calendar of our life by whether they happened B.G. or A.G. For the most fortunate among us, it’s a line in the sand. But when the fury of the coming out storm dies down, love and acceptance smooth the sand again and the line is gone. Before Gay and After Gay are one journey with events and people running continuously from one into the other.
Authored By Emerson Collins – See the Full Story at The Dallas Voice