This what I always dreamed of. I wish my father and brother were still alive to see this.

Cool note about my step-dad, he was at "the lodge" (Moose) today hanging out with his friend after play golf. This asshole starting talking shit about gay marriage and refereed to gays as "queers". My step-dad shot back, "they are not queers they are GAY." "My step-son and grand-daughter are gay and don't you ever say something like that in front of me again". The guy later apologized.

These wonderful ladies are pioneers. They've been together for over 50 years and yesterday they were one of the first couples to get LEGALLY married.

Please take the time to send these beautiful women a thank you note and wish them the best.



Mrs. Phyllis Lyon
Mrs. Del Martin c/o
Lyon-Martin Health Services
1748 Market Street
Suite 201
San Francisco, CA 94102

These wonderful ladies are pioneers. They've been together for over 50 years and yesterday they were one of the first couples to get LEGALLY married.

Please take the time to send these beautiful women a thank you note and wish them the best.



Mrs. Phyllis Lyon
Mrs. Del Martin c/o
Lyon-Martin Health Services
1748 Market Street
Suite 201
San Francisco, CA 94102

Mrs. Phyllis Lyon
Mrs. Del Martin c/o
Lyon-Martin Health Services
1748 Market Street
Suite 201
San Francisco, CA 94102

These two ladies are heros to me. Please take the time to send them our love and thanks.

Some of you might have seen my post in the lounge. But for those of you that didn't, we are getting LEGALLY married on the 21st in West Hollywood.

We are actually the FIRST to schedule an appointment. We are getting married at noon on Saturday the 21st.

Another cool thing is that we "registered" at Equality California. I just got a call to ask if we wanted to talk to the media.

Well, what do you think I said?

Fuck yeah!!!!

The county of Los Angeles has extended the rights to the City of West Hollywood to issue marriage licenses and perform civil ceremonies.

Well guess who was the FIRST to make an appointment?

Moi!!

We could try and be the first to get married, but my ass ain't getting out of bed on a Saturday to be there by 8am. So it's high noon!!!

I'm not even knocked up!!!

All you crazy kids trying to figure out what happened. HERE'S what happened.

Barack and Hillary arrive at Dianne Feinstein's place. Dianne greets them at the door wearing an apron, a nice comfortable house dress and slip on shoes. She's been cooking all day and the house smells of chicken baking in the oven. She invites the two into the kitchen, where it's "less formal".

Dianne - You kids relax, I can take care of dinner.

Hillary - Is there anything I can do you help, Dianne?

Barack - I'll help set the table. Why don't you sit down? It looks like you've been cooking all day. It smells wonderful.

D - Oh you're such a nice young man. But look at you! A SCARECROW!! Skinny as a rake. Doesn't that wife your's feed you? FEH! You young people. ACK!

H - Dianne, rest your feet. Barack and I can help.

D - Oy! Don't talk about my feet. They're killing me! But don't you two worry about me. It will pass. Barack darling, open some nice wine for us.

An hour passes while the trio sips wine and Dianne insists that no one help her in the kitchen all the time reminding Hillary and Barack many times how she almost fainted from exhaustion in that hot kitchen.

Finally dinner is served and they all sit down to eat.

D - Hillary! Stop picking at your vegetables, there are children starving in Europe that would love a nice meal like this. Barack! Sit up straight, do you want to look like a hunch back?

Dinner conversation is light chatter. Just as Barack finishes his last bite of chicken, Dianne serves up another heaping mound of chicken and potatoes on his plate.

B - Oh, Dianne no thank you I can't eat another bite.

D - BARACK DOESN'T LIKE THE WAY I COOK CHICKEN!

B - No, no, no! Dianne I LOVE the way you cook chicken. I'm just so full. If I have another bite, I'll start growing feathers!

D - Ok, this I understand. A man says he's full. That's perfectly acceptable. <pause> So I'll wrap some up in wax paper for later.

H - I'll take a little more, Dianne.

D - Hillary, darling. You know I love you like a daughter. But have you looked at your tookus? Have some steamed carrots.

After dinner is done and Dianne clears the table and does the dishes, mops the kitchen floor, takes out the garbage (of course with NO help), she joins Barack and Hillary in the sitting room to talk about their "troubles".

D - So what can I do to help?

B - Well, Dianne it looks like we've got everything ironed out.

H - Yes, thank you so much for having us over. I think we're ready to unite the party.

D - What? What are you talking about? All the work I've done!! Worked my fingers to the bone and now I've been cast aside like an old dish rag? *sigh* Well, it's done. There's nothing I can do about it now. Don't worry about me, I'll be alright.

I am probably one of the biggest Hillary supporters here. My heart is breaking tonight. I've been insulted, hurt, told to go to hell, get out of the way .... but I know what's going to happen tonight. History. History is going to be made tonight. Yeah, it's going to take me some time to heal from this. But I know Obama will get the nomination tonight. Jump on the bandwagon? Well, my legs are very tired right now. But they will heal. Right now I just want to see my girl on TV and send out love to her after this long race.