So Hot

I have it on very good authority that Ciara and Missy Elliot are an item.


Music Videos - Like a Boy

You Don't Need a Weatherman

to know which way the wind blows.



I love this old school music video. I saw the Todd Haynes Dylan biopic, I'm Not There, which I enjoyed. Cate Blanchett makes one hot tranny.

How We Roll

My favorite anti-male hate riot...

Monday, January 7, 2008 (SF Chronicle)
'Dykes on Bikes' trademark survives Dublin lawyer's challenge
Bob Egelko, Chronicle Staff Writer


(01-07) 12:39 PST WASHINGTON - The U.S. Supreme Court turned away a lawyer's challenge today to a San Francisco motorcycle club's trademark of the name "Dykes on Bikes" for the contingent that leads the annual Gay Pride parade.

Michael McDermott, a Dublin attorney, disputed a January 2006 decision by the U.S. Patent and Trademark Office to grant the San Francisco Women's Motorcycle Contingent exclusive legal rights to the name it has used for more than three decades.

The office initially rejected the organization's 2003 trademark application - saying the word "dykes" was disparaging to lesbians - but approved it after considering additional evidence. McDermott said the trademark should have been denied because it was disparaging to men and was "scandalous and immoral."

Without addressing those claims, the U.S. Court of Appeals for the Federal Circuit, which rules on patent and trademark issues, dismissed his case in July, saying he could not show that he would be harmed by the designation.

To have legal standing to oppose a trademark, McDermott needed "a reasonable basis for a belief that he would be damaged by its registration," the court said. "The registration of the proposed mark would have no implications for a man."

The Supreme Court denied review of McDermott's appeal today without comment. Asked about the court's action, McDermott replied with an e-mail describing the motorcycle procession as an "anti-male hate riot" but did not comment on the ruling.

The case is McDermott vs. San Francisco Women's Motorcycle Contingent, 07-7126.

30 is the new 30

This weekend I celebrated my 30th birthday with a triumvirate of revelry. First, I dined at Millennium, the gourmet vegan restaurant in downtown S.F. with my roomies and friends. Two storms rocked the Bay Area all day long, pelting us with heavy rain, blowing over trucks on the Bay Bridge, and causing power outages all over. Although the night was calm and clear, most people were scared away by the force of the storm and declined to come out for drinks that Pilsner. I just told them it was the universe representing my power.

However, some good people did show up and one of them told me that 30 is the new 30. I totally agree. According to Jay-Z 30's the new 20 but I think that's a load of garbage. I am way wiser than I was when I turned 20 and I'm not going to front, I don't have as much energy for partying as I used to. However, my taste for drama and willingness to engage in it has also diminished so I think it all evens out. My 30s are going to be about quality not quantity.

The next morning a group of us headed up North to Wilbur Hot Springs. I had never been to a geothermal hot springs before and parading around naked in public and cleansing myself in healing waters seemed like an appropriate passage into adulthood. Wilbur's slogan is "In all the world, no waters like these" and that may be true. The creek that the springs comes from smells like stinky sulfur and the water looks like green eggs and ham. Even thought I've taken numerous showers and washed my hair, I still stink. However, it was the most fun and I did feel rejuvenated from the sweating and soaking. We were required to pad around in bathrobes and sandals but it was ok because our bunk room was warm and cozy.

The only thing about Wilbur is that you have to be quiet and I am not a quiet person, nor do I keep quiet company. My friend Corey ended up getting wasted and shouting "fuck" several times over a heated game of Hearts. However, we charmed the other guests with our lesbionic ways. One of them even asked if we were part of a team because we worked so well together in the communal kitchen (sisterhood is powerful). Erika told them that "no, but we all play for the same team". Then on the drive home, we saw the most vibrant double rainbow any of us has ever seen. It was awesome.

Dirty 30s

(To the left: the Italian guy with the crazy 70s stash and the pretty lady are my parents. The big headed creature is me. Only nine months old and already looking skeptical.)

Today is my 30th birthday. It's weird to write that, but it's true. Starting at about age 27 I was freaking out about getting older, but now that my 20s are over there's nothing to do but accept it. I feel grateful that I have made it this far and have so much love in my life and great memories to show for it all. My feminist vow for my 30s is to try to not freak out about gray hair and wrinkles as much as possible.

Last Day

Today is the last day of my 20s. Good bye 20s, you were good to me but we had a lot of ups and downs. I am excited to turn 30 tomorrow. I disagree with Jay-Z that 30 is the new 20 but I am down with the idea that 40 is the new 30. Capricorns are like wine, we get better with age so I am looking forward to being firmly rooted in adulthood.

Happy New Year!

According to my favorite online astrologer, Susan Miller, 2008 is going to be a great one for Capricorns thanks to Jupiter, the planet of happiness and good fortune, moving into my chart for an entire year. To get your horoscope for the month click here.