For Justin…

“My father is Abraham Lincoln. I mean, I think of Lincoln as my father. He was wise and kind and good. He is my ideal, Lincoln. I love him.”
-Marilyn Monroe (w/ Abe in 1954, photo by Milton Greene, via vanityfair.com)
Happy Birthday Mr. Sex on a Stick
Ryan Kwanten turns 33 today... Thirty-fucking-three!!! Wow!!! Go on... Get it!
Cleansing Everything in its Path
Tonight the roommate and I were flipping through the channels and we came across the Farrah Fawcett special on NBC, Farrah's Story.
My heart sank hearing her speak of the rain...
"I'm lying in bed, trying to sleep with an IV in my hand;
but its not drugs that full my body today, but despair.Outside my window it's pouring rain.
That big-drop rain that has always evoked all my senses since childhood.
How I love the thunderous roar that proceeds it, and that sweet scent it leaves behind.Somehow I take comfort in the fact that this purest of water is cleansing everything in its path.
So much like the chemicals that flow down the tube and into my veins."
And this was the part that just got right to the depths of my heart... even Farrah choked up...
"I was just thinking, how much I would miss the rain.
Sometimes I wonder whether I would be able to experience it from Heaven.
Maybe God lets you dip you wings down into the rain, if only for an instant... that would be nice."
Towards the end of the show, they filmed her son being allowed to leave jail for 3 hours to visit her... I nearly lost it watching him crawl into bed and lay there next to his mother. I think that is one of my biggest fears... not knowing how I'd handle my mother growing ill, let alone her passing. One of the few things I honestly miss about home... mom is there. Farrah Fawcett reminds me of my mom... she had the Farrah hair for sure... at least I think so. <3 U Mom!
That was it?
While I wasn't expecting something like DC Pride, I was still disappointed by Las Vegas' Gay Pride Parade and Festival. The parade was held at night in downtown Las Vegas by Fremont Street. I expected it to be
somewhere a bit less 'out of the way' but the Bible-thumping protesters were still able to make it carrying their huge "you're going to hell" and "God hates fags" signs. It never ceases to amaze me that they'd come to "Sin City" with such ignorance and down right arrogance. I'd seen the same groups actually on the strip waving their signs and screaming scriptures through bullhorns forcing their beliefs that because people come to a city to relax, see a show, eat great food, and socialize with fun people, it is a sin. In any case, Clif had a fun time yelling back at them - amidst my awkwardness and just wanting to get away from them. It was enjoyable - but the "floats" just didn't compare to DC. I think next year I should make a suggestion that to be eligible to enter the parade, you can't just drive a convertible and sit in the backseat. At least I saw Roseanne Bar who was in the parade supporting gay rights. Add that one to the list of celebs seen in Sin City.
The festival was nice - except for the fact that I had to pay $10 to get in which I wasn't expecting. Hopefully it went to something important and not just someone's pocket. The weather held out and it was a gorgeous day. I didn't take too many pics, but I did upload the ones I took to Flickr. Enjoy boys and girls.














