Happy memorials

Monday 30 May 11

Thank you for everyone who came out to the Harris Theatre in Chicago on Saturday night.  I had a really good time. It was great to do the show with the full band again, much as I love the me/piano/cello combo, and so we put back in a coupe of rockier numbers to utilise the big sound. I didn't realise that gay marriage is going to be legalised in Illinois this week! That is great news, and puts other blue states like New York to shame for being so behind the curve on equality. Hopefully soon though the NY senate will join the 21st century.

Now I am back in LA where I am shooting a movie. Sometimes I just love being in a hotel and having nothing to do.  I have refused the housekeeping's offers of cleaning, I am watching TV in my pyjamas and eating trail mix in bed.

Sorry I had to stop there for a minute to fully take in a particularly violent christening scene on Real Housewives of New Jersey. It's at times like these that I am so glad I don't have cable at home.  But who is the most awful here?  These people for behaving so crazily? These people for allowing cameras to come into their lives and then feeling the neccesity of creating drama for them? Or us for condoning this horror by continuing to tune in?  It is of course superb car crash TV, but does that give it merit?  I feel a bit dirty.

Happy birthday Harvey Milk

Sunday 22 May 11

There is still so much more to do.  As Martin Luther King Jr said:  I can never be who I ought to be, until you are who you ought to be.


very up front

Friday 20 May 11

I attended the CBS upfronts yesterday in NYC. OMSBJ is all I have to say.

First of all there was a presentaion at Carnegie Hall where they unveiled the new shows and new time slots (The Good Wife is moving to Sundays  at 9pm), and then we moved to Lincoln Center for a part of the day that I can only describe as like being at a country fair, with the advertisers wandering around looking into various pens wherein the actors from the shows sat. If the advertisers wanted a picture with said actors, the rope that surrounded the pen was lifted and they were let in and were allowed to pet the actor, as it were.  It was all I could do to stop myself bleating. Then there was a big party where I caught up with lots of old friends. I also went ot the party of my friends at Kiehl's who are launching a new thing called Kiehls Gives.

 Here I am with Demetre who is an amazing guy who does great work in HIV/AIDS prevention and sex education, causes that Kiehl's support too.  One time at their Gay Pride party he came wearing a gold sweater and gold pants and he looked like an Oscar.


And here is a video I made the other day.  It is very calming, especially as the allergies I was suffering that day do not need to be endured to remember the nice time I had.


Monday 16 May 11

A lot has happened in the past week.  In Uganda there was a bill that was brought to parliament that would make it illegal to be a homosexual, and in fact you would be killed for being one.  Thankfully,  on the last day of parliament this bill did not make it to the floor to be debated and so it was passed over.  Many think the weight of international pressure stopped something so insane being given credence and it was merely introduced into the parliamnetary session for political reasons with a small p, but nonetheless the very fact that something so barbaric could even be entertained at all at such a high level is just a sign of how far we have to go in the fight for equality.  And never forget it is a fight.

That is why I am very pleased to announce that my share of the profits of Second Cumming, my eponymous fragrance crafted by the genius Christopher Brosius, has produced about $2500 from its first quarter on sale and so I am sending that money to the International Gay and Lesbian Human Rights Commission, or IGLHRC for short, to help their work on making places like Uganda safer and saner.  Tnanks to everyone for buying and please tell your friends to do the same because you will not only smell good, you will do good too! (Click on the box on the right to buy)

I got a ticket last week for not driving my bike in a bike lane!!! I was tailed by a traffic cop in one of those little electric car things and told that I should have crossed four lanes of traffic and avoided an ambulance with its siren blaring to get to the bike lane.  Now, I know there has been a lot of bike controversy since Robin Williams was let off from a charge for biking on the sidewalk and then the NYPD being criticised for being favourable to celebs and not hard enough in general on errant bikers, but come on!!  I think it is fine to be reprimanded for breaking the law, no matter how stupid the law is, but I think it is also fine for me to DEMAND that there be bike lanes on every street in NYC, so that I would not have to wonder if I was going to be potentially ticketed each time I go round a corner. Do you hear me, Mayor Bloomberg? Here is a picture I took of the traffic cop writing up my ticket.


In other news, Beige, the legendary Tuesday night party at B Bar in NYC has ended.  The picture at the top is of me there showing my respects. It was the very first place I ever went out to in NYC. I was asked by the New York Times to contribute to a report about its demise and to give my memories.  First of all I was on vacation when they asked, but second of all, my most vivid memories are much too dirty for the NY Times, or indeed this blog. But here is one little nugget: I once broke the bar at Beige. I pulled against it to do a  little stretch, perhaps to facilitate the alcohol to speed faster through my veins, and the rim of the bar came away in my hands and I fell to the floor. Happy days.


Sunday 1 May 11

I'm on vacation in Marrakech.  After checking in to our hotel last Wednesday, Grant and I went for a walk and ate dinner at the Cafe Argana. We awoke late the next day with a start, jetlagged.  Again we walked into the main square. There we saw the Cafe Argana had been blown up by a bomb. That's what had woken us. The whole front of the restaurant was gone and we could see exactly where we had been sitting the night before, where we would have been killed had we been there when the blast happened.

It was a lucky thing we weren't crazy about the food and we had slept in or we might have returned that day.  There's something very sobering and chilling and also galvanising about a lucky escape like that.  I think I do live in the moment, treat every day as though it were my last, all that sort of stuff. But this very real and very violent reminder of what a thin string our lives can hang on has made me even more determined to appreciate what I have, and to never forget how much anger there is in the world.

We are in a beautiful hotel. This is the very calming view from the window of one of our rooms.