Wednesday, April 4
Tuesday, April 3
by Sue on Tue 03 Apr 2007 11:14 PM EDT
Fear not! I was on vacation last week, but spent my time cleaning out my empty house and preparing for the arrival of Pittsburgh's newest lesbian, B. I inhaled enough dust, cleaning fluid and spider webs to bring down the mightiest of women, but persevered in the knowledge that I could spend this week going back to work AND cleaning the house in which I actually live. Oh Joy!
Stuff has happened while I've been gone. No, I haven't listened to John McIntire's new radio program -- unfortunately, I am at work and it is not really work appropriate topicishly. Sigh. So I just have to be content with all the gossip from you guys. I understand he is a self-styled lesbian flipper. You don't see much lesbian flipping these days so that's something I'd like to watch. With popcorn, of course. And maybe an ice cold Coke.
Dav-y-oe was on Lynn Cullen's show today. Also missed that one because of work. Darn pesky work. Imagine those foster kids needing homes and funding and services when I'm trying to listen to progressive talk radio. Darn kids!
Ledcat and I went to see Blades of Glory this weekend. Hys-teri-ical. Emphasis on the hyphens. I was high on sushi so no popcorn, but trust me -- funny laugh out loud stuff. Not funny cerebral stuff. But a great send up of manly homophobia. Dynamite!
I watched like 10 seconds of news last week. I did read For Better or For Worse in the paper everyday -- April turned 16. I also went to the Carnegie Library one morning and copied my great-grandmother's obituary. I have to prove she's dead to the folks at the Catholic Diocese Research Chapel in order to get her baptismal certificate. My grandmother, her daughter, suggested I take her in as proof -- Gma is 90! So anyway, I got a chance to check out their geneaologial section which is pretty cool. I've traced my family back as far as about 1700ish on some branches. Basically, we've been in Pittsburgh (or Pennsylvania in general) for at least 6 or 7 generations. I've even discovered I qualify for the Daughters of the American Revolution, which I would love to join just to lord it over my snooty aunt. But I can't do that. I'm not sure they acknowledge that patriots sired lesbians. Oh, blunderbuss!
Ledcat and I also caught a show at the Brillobox two weekends ago. It was funny, but I felt kind of sad. You know when you show up at a party and all the hosts sort of talk to each other after giving you a perfunctory "thanks for coming" brush off? That's how it went down that evening. It is like I am interesting enough to pay money to come here (SMOKING ALLOWED btw), but not interesting enough for a real conversation. I could have stayed home and watched 60 Minutes and Cold Case during that time slot. But instead I ate quasi-Italian food and parallel parked in Lawrenceville -- to be ignored. Sigh. It was probably a combination of PMS and a mood swing, but it still felt crappy. I think I'm going to keep the smoking/non-smoking barrier as a protective aura for my self-esteem when I go to these things. Non-smoking venues are filled with people who smile and chat and discuss and emote. Smoking venues are filled with people who hack, cough, posture and cop attitudes. Overly simplistic perhaps, but it works for me. Plus, the mood swing thing seems under control. I did resist the urge to stand up, give the peformers the old man fist shake and rail against myspacemania. But only because Ledcat duct taped my hands to the chair.
That's pretty much the news from Lesbian Central. I have a lot of blogs to read tomorrow. Sigh. Plus, that pesky work to do. And get ready for the great Easter trek to my cousin's house in Dormont. Those streets always confuse me. And just when I learned my way to G. Street, they move the dinner to her fiance's house around the corner and through three traffic lights. What the hell is that about? You don't move Easter dinner. You just don't.
Monday, March 26
Big Lesbian Shout Out to All the Friends of Dana Edwards, She of the White House and Southside's Chocolate Celebrations
by Sue on Mon 26 Mar 2007 07:39 PM EDT
Timing, as they say, is everything.
Just Saturday night, my lover and I took a stroll through the Southside to our favorite Cambodian restaurant and passed by a local confectionary called Chocolate Celebrations and the Milkshake Factory. You may recall a certain Post-Gazette article fawning over two certain members of this family owned business, siblings Dana and Chris Edwards. Their claim to fame is that both work for the White House. I blogged about it here. I wasn't impressed that two Pittsburgh kids work for the war machine presidency while their family makes a living schlepping ice cream to hardworking families who don't know any better. Call me a liberal.
Why do I bring this up? Well, over the 72 hours, I have had visitors from multiple governmental sites surfing over to my little post by typing "Dana Edwards and White House" into their engines. At first, I thought it was one of the "google myself" things. But its coming from the House of Representatives, the White House, Securities and Exchange Commission and so forth.
Just one of those things I keep noticing.
Dana has friends in high places. Or gives good milk shake.
by Sue on Mon 26 Mar 2007 05:20 PM EDT
by Sue on Mon 26 Mar 2007 09:31 AM EDT
The PG's Bob Smizik takes Penn State to task for allowing Portland to ride roughshod over university standards, policies and common decency.
And what does the big mac-Daddy of PSU sports himself have to say about the whole thing (he hired Portland back in the day when he was athletic director)?
Uh huh. Well, fortunately, he won't be hiring the next coach. Rumor has it that Pittsburgh's own Suzie McConnell-Serio is at the top of the consideration list. Now that would be very romantic, but I'd suggest PSU take a moment to ensure that McConnell-Serio "gets" it on LGBTQ issues. She's on the record as stating that sexual orientation is a "personal choice" and that she'll respect personal choices. Not exactly a ringing endorsement for affirming lesbian players, but a far cry from the Portland-menace approach. If McConnell-Serio can keep her attention on the game and the players' behavior related to the game, more power to her.
But wouldn't it be cool if Penn State hired an openly lesbian coach?
Friday, March 23
by Sue on Fri 23 Mar 2007 05:26 PM EDT
A few days ago, I received a letter from Mr. Peduto thanking me for attending a house meeting in my neighborhood. This is how he signed off:
Today I received the acknowledge of my campaign contribution which I have to admit was a big chunk for me to fork over. It was incorrectly adddressed so I called the campaign to get that corrected. During the course of that conversation, I was fed the whole party line about the reasons why it was in Pittsburgh's best interest for Mr. Peduto to withdraw from the race and why I should still be a true believer.
It just made me angrier. Its almost as if I am supposed to just stuff my feelings down and take one for the team with just the slightest suggestion that actually *criticizing* Bill Peduto is a big fat no-no. Good girls/progressives don't. I'm supposed to suck it up and go to bat for other progressive candidates.
Fuck that. While my learned blogging colleagues around the burghosphere explore the political underbelly of recent events, critique the media response and go all cosa nostra on the Ravenstahl administration, I sit here at my computer staring at these two letters just FEELING ANGRY. It has only been three days after all. I'm allowed to be angry. It is a healthy response to betrayal. Oops, did I say that? I mean to tacitly accepting the status quo with regard to Allegheny County Dem politics.
Its only two years, the staffer told me. I'm 36. Two years is a still a proportionately decent amount of my lifetime. It is 24 months of my payroll taxes and property taxes and sweat equity. It is countless community meetings and volunteer hours and meals in locally owned restaurants and purchases in local businesses.
It is two more years of endless telephone calls to Luke's Folly (aka 311) about dumping, dog fighting, marijuana sales, runaway girls, and overgrown lawns. It is several years of calling 911 from my cell phone so the cops don't show up on my door and rat me out to the local dealers (if they show up). Its probably another few years of the house next door to me remaining unsold, unkempt and unattractive. Oh, and that holds true for the other 10 houses for sale on my street.
Two years is how long it might take for Allegheny County's anti-street violence project to actually try and intervene with the young men on our street. Of course, in two years they could all be in jail anyway and who needs to worry then?
Two more years of driving out to the Giant Eagle on Camp Horne Road because its clean AND prostitute free. On a bright note, with extra daylight it is safer to go to our Northside Giant Eagle a bit later in the evening (per the jitney drivers who have urged me away at times).
So, Mr. Peduto, I look forward to a New Pittsburgh, too. But over the next two years, I'm going to have to put all my energies into just keeping body and soul together here in my inner-city neighborhood. I'm one of the lucky ones who has a two income family and the privileges of being white. You may not have noticed that most of the people who showed up at our little neighborhood meeting were white, most of us yuppies. The following week at another community meeting, the reverse was true. But you weren't there. Neither was our actual city council rep (Ms. Payne) or our state rep (Ms. Wagner) or our senator (Mr. Fontana). I wonder why they couldn't make it?
So while I appreciate the genuine sentiment of Mr. Peduto's campaign worker, I disagree with her philosophy. She asked me to keep an open mind. I blew a gasket at that and have to give her credit for listening to me. My mind is open.
It is my heart that is closed.
Thursday, March 22
by Sue on Thu 22 Mar 2007 08:06 PM EDT
Our favorite editor over at the CP sticks his toes into the muck that is Ann Coulter's latest brouhaha. As we mentioned earlier, the Pitt College Republicans have invited Annie to town for a talk on April 1, 2007. While none of the College Republicans responded to his Potter's request for an interview, he does dig up some interesting facts about $$$.
The price for Ann begins at $20,000. How the heck can the College Republican's come up with that kind of dough? Even at a significant discount, you have to wonder ...
Yes, the protestors are ready to make an appearance both inside and outside the event. That information comes from my assorted queer mailing lists, not the Potter column.
However, I have to make note that the obliviousness so rampant among Pittsburghers seems to have found a new low in the capable arms of Terry Milani, a Pitt student life administrator.
Huh. Maybe she's in charge of the part of student-life that doesn't involve reading the paper or watching news. The girl part.
Speaking of girl parts, I was thrilled to see one of my favorite performers featured in this week's edition. Her name is Colelea and she's someone we've blogged about numerous times in the past. One thing I like about Colea is that she just doesn't dismiss and turn her back on the mainstream gay community, she doesn't write us all off.
by Sue on Thu 22 Mar 2007 01:55 PM EDT
Here's a tidbit of good gay-tidings!
Hurrah! Hurrah! More later ....
Wednesday, March 21
by Sue on Wed 21 Mar 2007 09:18 PM EDT
Vis a vis recent email ...
If you are dying to boo Ann Coulter off a stage come to this...
by Sue on Wed 21 Mar 2007 09:07 PM EDT
Lots of speculation tonight on Bill Peduto's decision to pull out of the mayoral primary race. Pgh Comet and the Admiral are just a few speculating that Peduto has a master plan to run as an Independent, couldn't raise enough money, or really did refuse to go negative. I've talked briefly with both Political Junkies tonight. My buddy Jim F called to assess. And I've been IMing an assortment of friends all evening.
Right now I don't care what the reason is ... I'm just pissed off at Bill Peduto. This is yet another nail in the coffin of Pittsburgh's leadership letting me down and I'm really sick of it.
I am sick of being spoon-fed promises, sick of solutions that don't materialize and sick of living in a City where its always about the rich white guy. ALWAYS
And i'm talking small things.
A year ago, I witnessed illegal dumping in my community. I called 911 with a complete description, including license plate. The police let him go and it took another 10 calls on my part to the company, the property owner, the city and, finally, the Post-Gazette to get anything done about it.
Two years ago, I tried to get a neighbor to maintain their property. That neighbor was PennDOT. It took countless calls to O'Connor's office, Senator Wayne Fontana's office, the city, the county, not to mention PennDot to get anything to happen. Then they bulldozed the site and sprayed noxious chemicals in a residential community so nothing would ever grow again. Problem solved.
For the past six months, I've tried to get help with the trouble a certain young man has brought into our neighborhood. I've called 311, 911, the Manchester Citizens Corporation, One Vision One Life, our community police officer and talked with countless neighbors. What I get in return are empty promises. I've done all the legwork digging up information that no one will use. Because there's no body. Yet. Maybe when I report that a 13 year old girl has been tossed out on the sidewalk someone will actually return my calls. Isn't that something to look forward to?
Its this vicious cycle -- the big kahunas tell us to be active and call things in, but give us no action in response.
Then last week Bill Peduto came to my street and I asked him these questions. He gave me concrete answers about solving the problems rather than just platitudes designed to shut me up. It seemed for the first time like someone actually heard about some of the day to day quality of life issues of life in the city. And he had good stuff to say about much larger issues. Like rehabbing the abandoned properties on our street. Creating jobs and opportunities.
He got my hopes up and for that I'm not sure I can forgive him. I'm not sure how long I can tolerate living in this city -- how much room for homos can there be in a city that's embracing yet another social conservative?
I don't want to hear about the independent vote strategy and all that crap. I just want to know when someone --- elected officials, the police, Richard Garland, Senator Fontana -- when someone will stop dashing our hopes and just do something to make it better.