I think I'm

In love. Well, no, I know I'm in love. (It's okay, so's the Wifey.) With Brandi Carlile. It's difficult to be jealous when an entire audience was also in love with her too.
We caught her show Sept. 28 evening at the 9:30 Club in D.C. and it was PHENOMENAL. A Fine Frenzy opened and they were a'ight.
But Brandi rocked my socks off. I haven't seen a show where the chemistry between all members of the band was as evident as it was that night. They even covered Folsom Prison and Raining in Baltimore; two of my favorite songs. And she did it better than -- dare I say, Johnny and Adam -- I did say it, by golly.
If you're ever in the mood for rocky folky music by a lady who plays on our team, check her out.
I leave you with "The Story."

Northern State make me ashamed to be a Democrat

Oh, Indietits, you know what it do.

I want to meet the authors of Married to the Sea and hug them

Welcome to The Crash Pad: prepare to get fisted

So ... lesbian porn, huh?

Confession: I rather like queer porn. I'm fairly confident in stating that I've seen most queer porn that's been out there since the '90s, courtesy of my pervy college buddies and my own need to find out what the fuck our community is doing porn-wise. Also, I just plain like porn. I like some straight porn and nearly all gay boy porn. I love strippers. I love burlesque. I loved On Our Backs until it disappeared into the aether.

The DVD market for lesbo-centered queer porn has been kind of a crapshoot though. I don't love it so much as I support it via an exchange of cash for their product in the vain hope that they'll make something less shitty next time. And so I own nearly everything that's out there by S.I.R. video ("We're currently redecorating" ... for, like, a hundred years) and Pink and White.

The Pink and White folks, as it turns out, have used the plot from The Crash Pad (imagine if you didn't have a place to go to nail the person of your choosing but instead had to go to a sneaky apartment somewhere. Also, someone will be filming your trysts. Ooh, voyeur-tastic!) to create a subscription-based queer porn site called (wait for it) The Crash Pad.

I read about TCP on Fleshbot via Violet Blue. Since Violet Blue makes me die with happiness, I immediately rolled up into that joint and bought an EXTREMELY EXPENSIVE SUBSCRIPTION. Seriously, dudes, that shit is not cheap: my sub totaled out at 75 bucks for 3 months. This didn't seem like a lot of money until I accessed the site to discover that there really wasn't a whole lot of content to access. Compare this to a hetero porn pay-for-access site like Bang Bros where you're paying about the same per month for a huge archive of content and meh ... not so much bang for the buck with TCP, if youknowwhatI'msayin'.

And the content! My sub entitles me to view the photos and the videos (luxury!). If you pay a bit less per month, you can view photos only. But let's be honest: who fucking cares about that?

If you've seen a Pink and White DVD, you probably know what to expect: genderqueer porn with a strong BDSM slant. If you haven't, then brace yerself for strap-ons, gender play, fisting, knife play, tickling, slapping, domination of all sorts, more fisting, anal everything, extra fisting in case you didn't get enough fisting, fisting, mostly butch/FTM tops, fisting, female ejaculation (labeled "squirting" on the site), blowjobs, wrestling, and fisting. There's some fisting involved. Did you get that? Straight up fucking? Um, you might want to maybe go elsewhere.

Wait, where else can you go? Nowhere, right? And that's my issue with TCP: this is IT for regularly updated queer porn online. Please, don't give me any shit about No Fauxxx (incidentally, you fucks wouldn't take my credit card OR the credit cards of any of my friends AND you never answered any of our emails about it. ALSO, your founder is now an actor on TCP) and Cyber Dyke -- the former is almost never updated and the latter wavers between some bullshit Sappho/Goddess fantasy photo shoots, crazy hardcore BDSM vids, and some random other sites in the consortium that haven't been updated since the internet was invented.

You have a whoring monopoly, you guys. For reals. As much as I love to see chicks getting slapped in the face and skull fucked (actually, not so much), I'd also love to see some kind of non-boring, non-BDSM boning. Pretty please?

The cynical side of me says that this is never going to happen. The cynical side of me also says that TCP is going to go straight out of business before it realizes that people won't pay for bi-weekly updates (if that) and content that only caters to a small portion of an already small market.

But who am I to say? You GO, TCP! You go and do your non-monog, non-vanilla sex thang! I'll be over here, quietly contemplating a sub to Suicide Girls, even if it makes me feel kind of queasy.

Dear Jodie Foster,

I wasn't that big of a fan of yours until I saw just how fantastically sassy you were in "Inside Man." That taunt ponytail, tailored suit and smugly smug mug were all it took to hook me in. This isn't to say that the movie was only OK. Then, "Flight Plan" made me see that other character you play: Frightened Woman with Child. Not as in, "with child, i.e. pregnant" but as in "Child is drug around by hand." You just get that whole fear thing down to a T: beady eyes, pursed lips, furrowed brow. I dig that about you. However.

I must say with "The Brave One" you entered new territory. The audience was laughing, laughing at how incredibly unbelievable the plot was and, also at how some of the people died. Even Girlfriend said, "This isn't a comedy, but I've never so many people laughing at a movie." It's not often that I get halfway through a movie and think to myself that watching the preview would have been sufficient, and sadly, more satisfying.

Terrence Howard completed the cast by acting as though he gave a damn as a detective. The only saving grace during the whole debacle was Nicky Katt, who played Howard's partner. And not that kind of partner, because maybe then, the movie would have gone from unwatchable to decent.

So you, Jodie Foster, owe me two hours of my life back. Two hours that I'll never get back. Two hours I could have spent shoe shopping. Or, at the very least, trolling the Internet for shoes. And purses. And pretty necklaces. But now I'm getting off track.

In any event, I hope the next script that lands on your desk has some other sort of character than the ones you've been picking to play. I hope.

Sorry I pirated your film, Jamie Babbit

I love you, Jamie Babbit. Can I just get that off my chest right away? I think you're brilliant. I love that all of your films have some kind of insider/outsider temptation thing going for them. I love that you directed an iconic queer film (But I'm a Cheerleader) before you were 30. I love the funky jewel tones in your cinematography. I love the soundtracks to your films -- God damn, son, I love your soundtracks.

Here's the thing: I don't love waiting. I'm ADHD like whoa, like you would NOT BELIEVE. I'm fortunate enough to have a job where my lack of attention span is a bonus and not a detriment. Word. After 678908585585 months of waiting and hot queer press and buildup and film festivals and limited release on another effing coast: enough already, Power Up. Enough.

I pirated your film. Sorry. ALSO: it's possible that I may have distributed it to other people. Sorry about that, too.

If it makes you feel any better, there were a number of versions of Itty Bitty sitting around for download. Woot, huh? People like your queer film, Jamie. They really, really like it! Enough that, if they happen to NOT live in one of the urban centers where IBTC has played in the last 40 years, they'll look to pirate it. Woot?

Look, I'm not even going to say anything about IBTC AS A FILM. I'm not going to post spoilers or wonder if the last ten minutes of it have anything to do with why the film might be having trouble finding a distributor. I'm cool like that. I am going to wonder about this:

Hey! Crazy thought! If you're making a film that is either mocking the '90s punk girl sitch or getting all nostalgic (I can't decide which) over the DiY ethos of riot grrrl, you should probably put forth some effort into DiY distro. Come fucking on. Rustle up a queer, feminist CompSci kid and create a method where website visitors pay for the download of your film. Circumvent curiosity and piracy at the same time. Be marginally fucking realistic about the world we live in; you know, the one where people pirate the media that they can't get their hands on legally.

Crazy thought, I realize. I'll totally buy IBTC when it comes out, though. I mean, if it ever does. I mean, if y'all figure out a way to use the new media model in a way that works for you. I mean ... I'm just saying.

Bisexual dating show for the WIN

I can't wait to see A Shot at Love with Tila Tequila. In fact, I want to live blog it. Recap it. Make sweet, sweet love to it.

HLE, get your internet connection back and tell me what you think of recapping this shit. All the cool bloggers are doing it!

Gah, PostSecret

Sometimes I hate you because I think all of your entries are wicked fake, and sometimes I love you because of things like this: