Oscars

Dear friends,

I watched the Oscars this year, and what an intense show. They have finally made it somewhat like the Tony Awards. I guess that is what you get when you are at your final shot trying to get people to actually watch the show. Since most of the highest grossing movies never get nominated, the Oscars has seen a decrease in viewership. Enter: Hugh Jackman, Beyonce, and a more personal and intimate show. If you missed it, I just thought I would give you my favorite acceptance speech of the night.



Did anyone else watch?,

Stacy

The new and improved Underground.

Dear friends,

I have spent the afternoon messing with the layout of my blog and some of the finer points. When I first started this road, I aimed for a semi-or-overtly political lesbian blog....that was more than taken, but I was mad. Prop 8 had happened and my life seemed in shambles. The more the blog has evolved, the more it has really evolved to represent me. I have added the humor back to my life. I have added the Stacy back to my writing.

While I am still overly peeved about Prop 8 and the lack of equality in the country, I am willing to push the hyper-political dyke to the side. With that, a change in quotes, layout, and color were in order. So welcome to the new Lesbian Underground.

I will still greet you with my play on McCain's "Dear friends." I will still share with you the life I lead. I will still share my struggles politically and socially. This will not change. What will change is the addition of the softer side of Stacy. I plan to bring that out and the sarcastic and (attempt at) witty writing.

For all those who have been with me from the start, thank you. I hope you enjoy the new direction. Keep reading...plus, comment away. I always love feedback.

oh yeah, read Grace the Spot. I do enjoy writing for them. Plus, we won Best Humor Blog from The Lesbian Lifestyle 2008 Lezzy awards. Woohoo!

So, with that, I hope you enjoy.

Stacy

Songs that changed my life

Friends,

Thanks to Facebook, I received a forward that required me to spend time reflecting on music that has affected my life. Since lesbians love to remember the songs that changed their lives, moody songs, and summing up their lives in lyrics by their favorite artists, I spent three hours reviewing the albums and songs that have changed my life.

I have a strong belief that the list below is a must for all individuals to listen and reflect. These are songs and albums that have affected generations and lives. These are my "must listen" songs...

Please add some if you think I need to hear them. Also, I do know that most of these are folk or folk rock...I can't help it...the lesbian runs through me.

Songs

"Blessed" by Brett Dennen
"Sounds of Silence" by Simon and Garfunkel
"I am a rock" by Simon and Garfunkel
"Radical" by Catie Curtis
"See the World" by Gomez
"Quidam" by Cirque du Soleil
"Turn! Turn! Turn!" The Byrds
"Blowin' in the wind" Bob Dylan
"The Times They Are A-Changin'" by Bob Dylan
"Will you be the one" by Melissa Ferrick
"Magnolia Street" by Catie Curtis
"Power of Two" by Indigo Girls
"Closer to Fine" by Indigo Girls
"World Spins Madly On" by The Weepies
"A Long December" by Counting Crows
"Let it Be" by The Beatles
"Another brick in the wall" by Pink Floyd
"Terrapin Station" by The Grateful Dead
"Personal Jesus" by Depeche Mode
California Dreamin’ by The Mamas and the Papas
Runaway – Del Shannon

Albums

Simon and Garfunkel Live in Central Park
Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band - The Beatles
The White Album - The Beatles
Graceland - Paul Simon
Pet Sounds - The Beach Boys
Bob Dylan: The Collection (you can't just name one album for this man)
Greatest Hits – The Byrds
Brett Dennen - Brett Dennen
Truth from Lies - Catie Curtis
Say I am You - The Weepies
White Ladder - David Gray
August and Everything After - Counting Crows
Bring it On - Gomez
The Best of Donovan - Donovan
The Joshua Tree – U2
Revolver – The Beatles
At Folsom Prison – Johnny Cash
Valentine Heartache - Melissa Ferrick
Rage Against the Machine – Rage Against the Machine
Riding with the King – B.B. King and Eric Clapton

Hope you enjoy,

Stacy

Stolen lines #2

"Ghosts definitely live here," I say (in obvious repetition and concern). "They f**king definitely live here?" Is the explative really necessary? That's what the landlord told me and I questioned when I was thinking of moving into a house in Iowa. Are you kidding me? That's how you try to get me to move in? Do you think I'm Dan Akroyd (circa too long ago)? Is that your new selling point? Has that worked in the past?

"I think I will move somewhere else," I tell her. "Unless this ghost has a Ph.D. and can type my paper for me, I think the apartment where I currently reside will work just fine."

The landlord tells me to have a good day...thanks....

In my mind, this would make one hell of a story for the grandkids. Why is it that people think every single house is haunted? There's an apartment building being built on an old corn field and people are already starting in with the ghost stories. "I heard the door shut in my apartment across the street from construction. I bet there is a ghost that is really pissed off" my neighbor says. Seriously? The 30-40 mph winds couldn't have done it? It wasn't a ghost and this isn't an Indian buriel ground. Knock it off.

Ghostbusters was a good movie. Scary films are not my thing, but I can give you some latitude on your fascination. If my Friday night is terrible, I sometimes actually watch the Ghost Whisperer. I get it. We like ghosts. Hell, I still listen to Oingo Boingo specifically for Dead Man's Party. Even though we have all this, does every bloody place have to be haunted?

When does it end? When does it stop. When does Davey Jones stay in his locker? Also, why are there never any lesbian ghosts?????? Are ghosts always straight? Seriously.

****

This is a post of the Emergency Blogcast System....this is only a post...

I stole the first line of this post from You'll Never Eat Lunch in This town Again, by Julia Phillips. There's a blog you have to read that had an idea. This idea was good. I stole the line to continue the idea. So can you.

Go to LAW WITH GRACE to find out the details. The blog rocks. READ IT!

This is a post of the Emergency Blogcast System....this is only a post...

I ain't afraid of no ghosts,

Stacy

This is harder than a hallmark moment...

Friends,

Get out kleenex. Forget that...grab a towel. This one is buckets of Hallmark moments combined with a cute puppy, a walk on the beach, a hammer to the heart, and 12,000 sappy movies combined into one waterworks moment.

Watch this video. Seriously, just watch it. I nearly died....it was wonderful.

As one of the couples, I thank anyone and everyone associated with this video.


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

With towel covering eyes,

Stacy

VOTE!

Okay friends,

I need your help. I need your undivided lesbian attention. You ready? You ready? Okay....here it goes....

Grace the Spot has been nominated for some really gay awards. The Lezzy Awards have arrived. Wooohooo! Yes, we are very happy, but we seem to have a slight problem. We are up against the UberDyke. We are up against the UberBlogDyke "Dorothy Surrenders." This is not good. That blog has many followers. So, we have to step it up. We have to make some moves of our own.

Stop playing pool at the bar.
Stop kissing your girlfriend.
Stop kissing the computer screen when Portia pops up.
Stop the U-Haul right now.
Stop your current protest.
Stop using your chapstick.
Get out of American Eagle.

VOTE for GRACE THE SPOT NOW

http://tll2008.circularfile.net/vote.php or HERE FOR DIRECT LINK

We are nominated for

Best Culture/Entertainment Blog
Best Humor Blog
Blog of The Year!

See Grace Chu's post on Grace the Spot for more details.


DO IT! DO IT NOW! DO IT EVERYDAY! DO IT FOR YOUR COUNTRY! DO IT FOR DYKE FREEDOM!

please?

Thanks,

Stacy

Undoing the work of many

Dear friends and enemies,

While perusing facebook this morning I noticed I have many people I should delete as soon as I can muster the courage to do so. The people with whom need a serious deletion are those who seem to be preaching the "good word". What that might be is up for question. In their eyes, they see the "good word" as the teachings of Jesus, or the Jesus they believe to be true for them. This is the same Jesus who did a lot of things that were outside of religion and dogmatic principles. Sadly, this is not the same Jesus they are talking about. Their Jesus is a jackass.

Apparently, us crazy people outside the evangelical churches don't really understand Jesus anymore. He's not the same guy from the early days of "Jesus loves me this I know." That Jesus was cool. He was a good guy. He was a guy I would have liked to hang out with. This Jesus sucks. He has been morphed, by the people I know and countless others speaking about the "good word," into a jackass who parades around children yelling "SING THIS!"...

"Jesus loves me! this I think...maybe...I guess
For the Bible tells me so in certain versus I pick and choose.
Little ones to Him belong;
they are weak but He is strong and mean and vindictive.

Yes, Jesus loves me! Thank God I am white!
Yes, Jesus loves me! Thank God I am straight!
Yes, Jesus loves me! Thank God I am rich!
The Bible tells me so, all others will go to Hell!"

I can hear the crowds cheering now. I bet Billy Graham would love these lyrics. It's sad, but this is where we are now. I see postings about people asking for prayer because they are traveling down to build a house for people who have not found Jesus. Seriously? That is your criteria? Need is not your first worry? I wonder how they set these things up. Do they offer to build a house for the family if they are willing to surrender their lives over to Jesus? Is that in the deed? Do you have to be a Christian for 4 years before you are able to relinquish and pick a new religion? If you don't make that 4 year mark, is another family given the house? Are you doing this for personal gain or ego? Do you really care about the family, or are you just trying to strengthen your army of minions who think the same way you do?

You know why I am not evangelical? No! Not because I am gay. The reason is that I am too tired to be evangelical. I am married, with a dog, trying to finish my dissertation. I can barely run my own life. I don't have the energy to try and run other people's lives. That would be exhausting. "Hey honey, do you want eggs on your breakfast sandwich today? Oh yeah, and by the way, can you put me on a conference call with the pack of gay snowboarders I saved in Colorado...I need to make sure they are having sex with women now. Thanks honey!" I would be stressed before breakfast. I couldn't do that. I think I will stick with talking/teaching about leaving other people alone. It's why I love teaching history. Class is all about people who didn't leave each other alone, started trouble with them, got their asses kicked, left with a bad legacy, and then tried to do it all over again. I can teach about that all day. That doesn't stress me out at all. Controling history and the evolution of humanity would be exhausting. Teaching without try to control is very easy. Teaching while trying to control...holy mother of God, no way. I can barely control my laundry schedule, let alone humanity and personal and cultural evolution. "Hey honey, can you bring your laundry out to the washer? While you are at it, can you stop people wanting rights they don't have? Thanks! Love you!" Exhausting.

I think preaching the "good word" is preaching about the actual "GOOD WORD." Jesus was a pretty interesting guy. I think his band of rebel forces was quite interesting. He never restricted himself to one community. He always traveled and got to know people. He was a guy who liked to help people. He talked about love a lot. I mean, the guy was a huge hippie. I am down with that. The word that is "good" is one that doesn't misrepresent, nor box someone in. How can churches talk about Jesus turning over the tables of commerce and then make billions of dollars selling Jesus inventory in the church? How can we talk about loving everyone, and then pick and choose who really gets the love depending on what life they lead? Trying to control humanity anyone? Screw that. If you can answer those questions above then I will give you a gold star. For now, I am going to go back to doing laundry and taking a nap. I am tired. I need a nap before I teach the "good word" on my end. I have a lot of good words; sleep, love, hope, faith, togetherness, evolution, justice....you get the drift. You see where I am going, don't you?

Jesus, I am sorry people make you out to be a jackass. We know you were a cool hippie who wasn't white. We know you liked the people who were on the fringes. Those people who are saying otherwise are not cool. They suck. Let's go hug a tree together and talk on the mount. What do you say?

Happy Monday,

Stacy

When the words are no longer there....hire them

My writing/speaking, like my trying to figure out Proposition 8, are struggling so immensely right now that I am thinking of hiring an advising staff for Team Dyketastic Funkalicious (aka Team Stacy). I am looking to hire someone who will stand next to me, listen to me say what I want to say, then write or orate it to the public. I figure that is the next step I should take. It happens to be the same way I looked at Proposition 8. I keep my straight friends around to try to explain why the damn thing passed. I look astonished, questioning my life in my gay vacuum, and they say, "The real reason it didn't pass really had a lot to do with...." I then put my hands up and say, "I don't understand most straight people." Their answer is eloquent and thoughtful...mine is unresponsive and lacks pizazz. Eh, what can you do?

This is why I want to hire a verbal bodyguard. I am done talking. I am done writing. I leave the house and wonder if I have any thoughts left in my mind. My wife calls to ask whether I want Chinese or BBQ for dinner and I have a panic attack. "I CAN'T DECIDE! THIS IS JUST TOO HARD!!!" If I had my verbal bodyguard, none of this would happen. I would whisper in his ear that I can not decide and how hard it is for me to, and he would say, "She wants Chinese." After all, that is what I would pay him to do. He is my first, last, and only line of defense. I think I will call him Dandy.

I don't know about anyone else, but I feel the more I learn about the world, the less I really understand or can reiterate. I can tell you why Racism is endemic, but I couldn't tell you which street a friend of mine lives on that I frequent. I know that she has a cat, but that is not helpful when trying to tell someone else how to get to her house. If I had Dandy, this would not be a problem. Dandy would be able to tell you all about said friend while I just said, "College Football is racist in its practice on the campus of...." No one really cares about what I am saying, but Dandy is still keeping me somewhat cool among friends and friends-of-friends. The real reason is that Dandy would rock. He would be so cool that I wouldn't even be able to handle it. I will still be someone who can't speak a coherent sentence to save her life, but that wouldn't matter with Dandy around. I would be able to use Dandy for my own street cred.

I see this happening soon. The more I live, the less I know. As the sentences become longer and drawn out because of the lengthening "Uhhhhhh" and "hmmmmmm....uhhhhhhh" I will finally put out an ad for Dandy. I sure hope he likes beer...my Dandy better like beer.

I know I was supposed to say something here....

Stacy