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September 11, 2003
Lambda Lambda Lambda
Last night, Coral and I went to the 2003 Liberty Awards. Lambda Legal presented an award to Bunim/Murray for their support of civil rights for lesbians, gay men, bisexuals, the transgendered and people with HIV or AIDS. I had to escort a presenter on stage and I’ve never been so nervous in my life. They were serving drinks and a sumptuous buffet before the ceremony, but I couldn’t have any of the drinks because there were many stairs in this auditorium. On top of that, I had to say one line and even though it was on the teleprompter, I was scared. Very happy to be there though. Stairs and public speaking can seriously do me in. Plus Marcellis from Big Brother, the owner of the most beautiful skin I ever did see, went up at the very beginning and he was all charismatic. Who can read a teleprompter and be charismatic?
In between presenters, they were showing vignettes of the people Lambda Legal fights for. One second, I’d be crying and the next I’d be laughing at something a presenter said. Brian Graden said some hilarious stuff about Real World being quality gay entertainment. Honestly, I just can’t believe it. I can’t believe anybody is still intervening in someone’s personal rights because of his or her sexuality. It just makes no sense. This woman had been with her partner for 14 years and when her partner died in a car accident, the powers that be would not allow her to claim the body. Another man wasn’t allowed to go into the hospital room to say goodbye to his partner as he lay dying from complications of AIDS because he wasn’t considered a relative or family member nor did they recognize same sex relationships. So the man died alone in a hospital room and his partner never got to tell him the things he wanted to tell him. That’s just terrible. So Lambda steps in and fights for these people to have their civil rights recognized and restored. For more information, you can go to lambalegal.org. It’s compelling work.
Norman, The Original Gangsta, was there. I met Simon from Paris. And I got to see Genesis and her girlfriend again.
Boy Meets Boy James is tall! You know how some people look completely different in real life? Well, he looks exactly the same in real life and he’s precious. The boy that he chose was there too but I didn’t get to meet him. No Andra. No Queer Eye.
After the awards, we went to a party up the street. It was rumored that Lucy Liu was up in there, but I didn’t see her. We only stayed for 10 minutes. The party was for Quentin Tarantino. He was standing outside mingling with the smokers. Pulp Fiction is the bomb, man. Those celebrity parties are always nice because they don’t pull any bullshit. Open bar all the way. You mean this is free? Yes, free. A free drink just tastes better in my opinion. Not that I ever even get out that much, I’m just saying. I’ve been to some “reality” parties and that shit is really real. The drinks are not free. And regardless of who you are, you might not be getting in. Even if the party is for Real World. Yes. I’ve actually had a problem getting into a RW party. Ain’t that some shit?
Well, I have to explain. I really can’t take this stuff too seriously. It’s always hysterical before, during and after.
Maybe two years ago, Teck $ was having a party for his Van Wilder premiere. Ricky Bell, of Bell Biv Devoe was up in there smoothed out on the R & B tip. Anyway, it was freezing out that evening and there was a long line outside of the club. It’s this stupid LA trick where they make you believe that what’s going on inside must be amazing, life-altering type shit because the line is so long. Then you get inside and nothing’s happening. We (a retarded pack of RW people four deep) rolled out together that evening. Shit, some of them are my real friends. What can you do? We walk up to the dude at the door and he gives us this look as though we are to wait in the line. Um, I don’t wait in lines when it’s cold out and shit, aren’t we invited to this or what? It’s terribly embarrassing to have to say out loud, “This is a Real World party. We were on the show. Can we come in?” So I was like, “Pack it up ladies. Moving on.” I’ll just leave some shit. At the first sign of distress, I’m out. Just then, we see Ruthie on the patio smoking. We go up to her, and we’re like, “Dude, what’s the deal?” Suddenly Ruthie has taken on the responsibility of getting us in to a party where 19 other RW people are already shitfaced inside. This was just demoralizing. It’s not like it took more than five minutes. It’s just the principle of the whole thing. Then again, I’ve been to a party hosted by Teck with no sign of Teck so whatever. Teck is hilarious.
Anyway, Simon’s adorable. Did you know he’s only 18?
Posted by melissah at September 11, 2003 02:54 PM