I'm not one to ever really be broken up about celebrity lives, but cleaning the house today, my iPod was on shuffle and "i will always love you" came on. I hadn't listened to it in a very, very long time, and I'll admit, I got a lump in my throat. I froze and just listened to it.

I worked in a gay dennys for a long, long time. Every time we had a new GM, there would be questions about the bathroom. This last one before I left looked like he was going to ban trans people from accessing the right bathroom. I told him, " we've been gay Denny's for 30 years. We are recession proof. Why? Because…

here's the thing. I've noticed that groups trying to opress others seem to be operating on a"if we make it really difficult to exist, they'll stop being that way," ideology. Gays? No equality, and they'll just give up being gay. Like I'm gonna say "we can't get married babe. So I'm gonna stop sucking your dick. I…

what do you mean she won't be asked for her papers? I'm not trying to jump in to an argument or anything here, but a as an active member of the lgbtq community, I see that shit all the time... chips asking a trans for their"real" I'd and other shit like pieces of mail...

Ok. On one hand, I'm not a fan of cats, but poor guy, he must have been terrified.

You leave my cheddarwurst ALONE!!

wow.. I haven't burst into tears like that in a long time...

or imitate him in Leaving Las Vegas and eat it...

Ok. *shrug*

nope. People actually do this.

OH MY GOD THE DOLLAR STACK!! Sadly this is more common than you would think. I've encountered it several times over the years. But only once was I actually able to do anything about it.

great. Even my nipples retracted at that thought.

WHITE HUSBAND: "does reverse racism exist?"

or maybe buy some commercial time, and then spring old NWA music videos on them?

Both my boyfriend and I have really, really tried to nail down why we have such a strong attraction to Benicio Del Toro. He's so far from any categorization, especially gay ones, that it almost feels kinky... ok.... I'm gonna go smoke a cigarette now.

ugh how many times has a drunk/stoned drag queen flipped out about a phone on my graveyard shift at Dennys... and it ALWAYS ALWAYS degenerated to my screaming "it's in your hand/ bra/ gaffe, Kiki/ Pussy /Sasha /Janelle /Fonda!!!"

Right??? That's some Stephen King shit right there. All I would've needed is like an abandoned tricycle in the lobby and I would said nnnnnope and quit right then and there. I'm a quadruple minority so we know I'm the first bitch to die.

whatevs... I go to DXL, get a shirt that doesn't let my apron o'fat show and I'm like

completely unrelated... but I overheard someone in the coffee shop this morning complaining about being in the greys... am I in the greys? What are the greys? Should I be complaining? I don't understand... or is this a bougie problem I needn't worry about? Completely serious here.