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January 1, 2007

domestic, and other goddesses

Like my late Aunt Ragnae* used to say: "When your ass sticks to the toilet seat, it's time to clean the bathroom."

And so I did, all day in a cleaning frenzy. I had put it off during the holiday break until I could stand it no more, and did a great many other things. I called off all hard and soft commitments and got the house in order, including making glazed beets and Rice Crispie bars, mopping the floor, putting away holiday stuff, throwing away old paperwork, gathering old class books for resale, cleansing my iPod of ignored songs, putting in new songs, dusting and tidying. Now I feel better.

In rounding up other New Years' news, the recent Queer of the Year poll got me thinking that in our excitement about outings and closets and celebrities this year, we can forget about our own contributions that lay much of the foundation for g/l/bi/trans/whatever awareness across the continent. The "work" out gays and lesbians do every day just being themselves has a tremendous impact on how we are perceived, much more than Lance Bass going on vacation in Provincetown and getting an award from HRC, which tends to get forgotten in a typical American's attention span. Talking about your date you had the other night with coworkers, holding hands in public, or being seen on mass transit reading The Washington Blade with blatant gay headlines has impact. To copy Time magazine's year-end honor, the Queer of the Year is the out gay man and lesbian that is open about their lives and who they love.

But I think Martina Navratilova deserves some special credit on the year of her 50th birthday - where she competed and won in the U.S. Open. 50!!! She began playing professionally at age 16. She is out, open about herself, and is especially admirable for being a successful athlete at her age, lesbian or not. She's just doing her thing very well and for that I regret my delay in nominating her in time as Queer of the Year. Perhaps she's Queer of the Century in my opinion.

Grades are in from my last class, Marketing Management. Final grade on the paper that stressed me out: 14 out of 15, due to being a day late. From the professor: "One of the best in the class...some pictures would have helped illustrate the data, but was an excellent paper." I know my Crayola Crayons marketing tools, bitches. The next class doesn't start until the 30th, and I'm happy to be off from paper writing until then.

* Pronounced "RUG-nah" for some reason. It's the female variant of the Scandinavian name "Ragnar".

It is rumored in family legend that Aunt Ragnae was at the very least a great fan of Ray Nitschke and was a bit of a party girl. I like to think I'm most like my crazy Aunt Ragnae in that I also like a particular Packer very much, and am also a bit of a party gurl.

Posted by jimbo at January 1, 2007 11:56 PM


Woo Hoo, congrats on the paper!!!

Posted by: Casey at January 2, 2007 7:27 AM

I couldn't agree with you more! I am still trying to convince my Mumi to hold hands with me in public, but he's a'feared to. I just don't care anymore. I don't want to get to the end of my life only wishing that I could have been affectionate with my boyfriend. I kissed him at work at midnight on New Year's Eve in front of everyone! With tongue!

Posted by: Bubala at January 2, 2007 10:57 AM

You are more than welcome to come scrubs my bathrooms any ole time you want.

Posted by: homer at January 2, 2007 2:04 PM

Maybe Queer of the Year should be like time and name the Queer of the Year "You." with a mirror.

Posted by: Dan at January 2, 2007 5:55 PM