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I Can Now Die Happy.

I have three women in my life today, in this particular order:

1. Captain Awesome. Always awesome, always number one. Soon to be my live-in partner.

2. A woman that I just went out on a breakfast date with. She’s got a Shane thing going on.  By which I mean she’s ridiculously hot and averse to commitment. Those are both things I’m looking for in a secondary partner.

3. Jennifer Beals. Oh my freaking GOD, Jennifer Beals. I was already a massive Bette Porter devotee (that’s her character on The L Word, for those of you who grew up in holes). As in, when I got hired at my fancy downtown media job, I took specific trips to the store to purchase clothing that would make me look more like Bette Porter on the job.  Has anybody seen her new show? L Word fans, prepare to fall to the ground in a quivering, screaming mass of devotion.

Jennifer Beals is in a new show called The Chicago Code – where she plays not just a cop, but THE HEAD OF EVERY COP IN CHICAGO.

I can’t believe this is happening in real life. This is one of those things that I never thought would occur during my lifetime.   This is one of those things that, when it happens, you remember exactly what you’re wearing and exactly who you were with.

I Can. Not. Handle.This. This is like every lesbian’s wet dream, ON SCREEN! Look at this. Just LOOK at this.

I can’t talk about the show without talking about the multiple massive major RACEFAILS that seem to inundate any show on network television. By racefail, I mean they did something racist. A few of the racefails that I picked up:

1. First scene with the main white guy (who seems to get more screen time than Beals) opens with him chasing a Latino criminal and saying, “Don’t do this, amigo!”  He’s not your amigo. And I’m not excited about your character.

2. The only character that’s treated as Black (Beals is getting a colorblind treatment so far) also happens to be the main bad guy. It’s nice that he’s a successful Black guy, but since he apparently got there through corruption, that doesn’t do it for me. Although I must say I really enjoy the guy’s acting.

3. Multiple passing stereotypes: frightened Asian convenience store man,  loyal person of color who dies saving the main character, “gangstas” who talk about “baby mamas” – all the supporting  characters of color are one-dimensional as hell, except for this one Black cop who seems to have some promise.

All in all, it’s a show by white people, for white people. I could even say something about the supporting female character – there’s only one so far, and she definitely gets overpowered by a perp and has to be rescued by her male partner in the second episode. But I don’t mind that so much, because every time something lame happens with her, it usually switches pretty quickly back to JENNIFER BEALS. Who is not stereotyped. Who does not take crap. Who walks around in a police uniform telling people what to do.

Oh, my beating HEART!

I’ll leave you with this video.

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Happy Anniversary to me.

Sunday was me and Captain Awesome’s anniversary. I know we’re meant for each other because we both forgot about it.  And in general, we feel like corporations can shove their cutesy cards and candlelit dinners up their butts while we keep our money for ourselves.

This was our second anniversary ever. Two years seems like two hundred years to me – not because the relationship has been that crappy, but because my previous dating record was eight weeks. And really, it was more like six because the chick stopped calling me then. It was only my second relationship, so it took me two weeks to realize that 1. She was giving me a hint, and 2. I didn’t really want to call her either.

So I had no real desire to have a girlfriend when I met Captain Awesome. We met through our best friends:  my best friend in the music department of our university was seeing HER best friend at the dental school for dental work. So the four of us happened to end up together at the dental school one day, where Captain Awesome’s best friend asked me if my best friend was my boyfriend.

“Please,” I said. “I date the ladies.”

“You’re GAY?”

“No.”

“Because I have a gay friend right here! This is [Captain Awesome]!”

I got really pissed then. I mean I had never met this person. And first of all, I had just SAID I wasn’t gay (I prefer the term “pansexual playboy with a concentration in women”), and second of all, that was an ignorant-ass thing to say.

“So what,” I said, “You think we’re automatically gonna have everything in common just because we’re gay? Please!”  I gave her a withering glare and pulled my friend into the nearest elevator, then smacked the button for the ground floor.

Then I realized that I might be ruining my chance with a hot chick, so I hurriedly said, “Hey!” to Captain Awesome as the elevator door closed. She had a shocked (and maybe amused) look on her face from what I’d said to her friend, but she recovered enough to raise her hand in greeting.

Three months passed, and we both thought about each other a little. I mean I wasn’t planning to get in touch with her — I had just thought she was hot. But once she finished studying for her written board exams, Captain Awesome asked her best friend to ask MY best friend for my number. And two years ago Sunday we went out on our first date. We enjoyed it immensely, and I ditched the other chick I had been putting the moves on and spent several evenings a week with Captain Awesome.

I knew she was leaving for the Army, so I didn’t even think about it becoming a long-term thing, but about five weeks in we realized it had accidentally become a long-term thing. We have a dreadful aversion to anything U-Haul, so we were pretty embarrassed about this, and didn’t mention it for a long time. But finally we talked haltingly about being exclusive (which doesn’t mean monogamous), and we’ve been shacking up since then (albeit in different states).

That’s all I wanted to say, I guess.  Now we live happily ever after in two different states with the military’s draconian anti-gay laws still hanging over our heads.

But hopefully all of that will be different by the end of this year.

General Amos Sucks It

What you’re about to see cracked me UP.  I seriously thought it was a Saturday Night Live skit when I first clicked on it.

But it’s real. It’s a video of General Amos (who was strongly opposed to repealing Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell) and the Sergeant Major of the Marine Corps  sucking it up and telling Marines to get on board with repeal.

And it cracked me UP! It starts out with this awful “patriotic” music, with flags waving and everything. Then it cuts to Amos and the SMMC, who totally look like parodies of themselves. Like seriously, they don’t move anything except their mouths. And they speak in really strong versions of what I call a “military accent” — which sounds like a subset of the American Southern accent, except with the words more clipped. My favorite part is where the SMMC says,  “Marines have always been professional, carryin’ on our warrior ETHOS  and maintainin’ our core values. ”

This is interspersed with random pictures of Marines doing patriotic stuff like holding guns, awarding each other medals, walking into the sunset, and looking behind them ponderously while the words of the Constitution float in front of their heads, while the brass tells them to suck up the fact that they’ll be living with gays and be professional.

I literally thought this was Saturday Night Live.

Now I know I shouldn’t think this is funny. I know I should be genuinely happy that Amos has decided to get on board.  I know these are top military officials and I’m supposed to respect them. But goddammit, that shit was funny.  Lighten UP, U.S. military! I know you have to foster nationalism. I know you think you’re on some kind of grand video game mission. But seriously — it’s not that hard-core. The eagles are a little much, IMHO.

Sometimes I get so involved in my radical world that I forget that most Americans would think this is a totally serious, normal video to make.

Confirmed Bachelor, over and out.