unsociable angry bitch

I went to dinner recently with Kenneth and Ben. During the course of the evening's conversation I mentioned that a friend once gave me the title Unsociable Angry Bitch because I am old (therefore I'm Angry) and almost never take part in the my friends' social goings-on in Hillcrest, the gay neighborhood of San Diego (hence, the Unsociable part).

Never mind that my house is not in the neighborhood where most of my friends live -- the distance makes it easier to keep the drama at a healthy manageable level.

Never mind that I don't like drinking alcohol on a regular basis -- I just never understood the need to hasten the death of my precious neurons.

Never mind that my circadian rhythm dictates my body to wake up at 8 a.m. so that I prefer working on bankers' hours -- starting at around 10 a.m. and finishing up around dinner time. At that point it's too late for happy hour and my brain is too tired to function in anything remotely social.

On my drive home after dinner, I remembered what Kenneth said when I met them at the table: "It's so refreshing to see you guys outside the chorus and Hillcrest!"

I have been called an unsociable angry bitch because I decided to live outside the "neighborhood", chose to live among "the others", and not stay within the safe and comfortable confines of the gay ghetto, thus making myself unavailable to friends and events most of the time.

But I think all that is fine, I mean my decision to live where I live and the colorful title awarded me. I lose out on some things, but I also gain on others.

For instance, who among my friends can say they live practically next door to one of the most homophobic Christian churches in the city? Or live in an area where Democratic fundraisers, after walking door-to- door for six hours, made a grand total of four dollars and two cans of Diet Coke? Or where the only school board in California officially took a "pro" position on Proposition 8? Clearly all these things have to count for something.

But then again, maybe I am an unsociable angry bitch... in denial. Oh well... Like people say: it's not the outfit, it's how you wear it.

"fidelity": don't divorce us

"Fidelity": Don't Divorce... from Courage Campaign on Vimeo.

now it's tom daschle's taxes...

Now it's Senator Daschle who's been discovered to have "mistakenly" neglected to pay some taxes. And critics are just too quick to jump in and moralize about irresponsibility, although this time a little more muted than when Geithner's "error" was exposed.

I think the IRS should do a comprehensive review/investigation of tax returns of ALL senators, congressmen, governors, and what-have-you's out there who run our government. We might be able to fund a sizable percentage of the stimulus package just from the backtaxes from all these folks with brilliant accountants.

While we're at it, let's include all CEOs with their incredible recession bonuses.