Snailbird.com was on the server that was attacked by some sort of malicious bug and Hostgator finally got us up and running again. Just in time to do a quick blog before the day runs out.

My bandwidth shot up today and I was confused as to why until I noticed that the wordpress theme releases had come out today and it linked to my Snailbird Designs. So since there’s suddenly so much interest in more of them (including turning Paper Trail into a 3 column design), I’m gonna work on churning out themes on Sunday (after spending some time in the dark room). I’ll need some relaxation at the computer after Saturday.

Tomorrow! The Drag Show is tomorrow! We had dress rehearsal tonight and ran through everything including the lights and sound and props and most people seem to have a firm grasp on what they’re doing (some of the newer people are most lost than anything and it’s a bit hard to watch them struggle without getting too frustrated). Tomorrow will be a full day of practice though Ash and I are going to head to Walmart at some point to do some shopping (possibly a haircut).

I can’t seem to write tonight. I’m tired, sore, and watching Survivorman eat fish. Completely distracted. Ah well, I’ll just say good night.

Good night.

My girlfriend and I are part of a drag troupe called Lumberdrag. Our last show of this year is on Saturday, so this week is going to be extremely hectic trying to get everything together, learn last minute lyrics, and just practice. Ash has been doing drag since 2004 and my first show was in 2005, and we’ve basically been doing acts together since then. It’s tons of fun and it’s a deeply rooted passion for both of us – we’re hoping that we can find a GOOD troupe once we get to Austin. Otherwise, we’ll just make our own.

I say GOOD, because Lumberdrag is probably the second greatest Drag Troupe in the entire U.S., second only to All the King’s Men from Boston. It’s sad that a tiny ass drag troupe from a college with a student body of 700 is better than some of the well-known troupes from large cities. And it’s true – so many people have said it and looking up drag kings on YouTube just cements it as fact. Pathetic, yes, but that’s why we really want to find a GOOD troupe or just make our own.

Anyway, the show is on Saturday and we’re putting last minute touches on the songs we’re doing and trying to get the dances done for the boi band. Oh yes, the Boi Band: P*A*H. The Boi Band has been the highlight of the show since it’s creation in 2003. Ash has been in the Boi Band since the second show, and I got asked to join the band for my third show and I’ve been in it ever since. Ash is the baby face/bad ass of the group, and I’m simply known as the Pretty Boi (I’m famous for my hair, you see). Interesting fact: the drag show is a huge factor in getting Ash and I together; we grew closer because of it. Thank you, Drag Show!

Anyway, I’m hoping I can get my blogging done in between practices, but we’ll have to see. It’s going to be busy busy. Draven (Ash) and Kid Taylor (Me) are going to rock this town!

Other than drag stuff, I got dragged to a baby shower today by my boss. “If I have to go, you have to go,” he said and pulled me into the room by my arm. It was okay though, and there was yummy food and good company. I like my co-workers. They’re a fun group.

Right, back to practice.

Woke up feeling like someone had stuffed cotton into my ears, nose, and mouth. Still running a fever, so I made an appointment with my doctor, and now I’m on antibiotics. I’m crossing my fingers that they work – I hate sinus infections. My entire body just feels heavy.

I apologize for the amount of politics that have recently taken over my bog, even after I said I would try and stay clear of it well before the president elect was announced. But it is kind of a big deal, especially for the many of us who direly believe we need this change. It’s not all good though.

When did it become okay to legislate morality? I try to envision someone reading that legislation “eliminates the right” and then clicking yes. What goes through their mind? Was it the frightening commercial where the little girl comes home and says, “Hi mom, we learned about gays in class today” and then the mother gets that awful worried look and the scary music plays? Do they not know anyone who is gay? If they do, can they look them in the face and say “I believe you do not deserve the same rights as me”? Do they think that their children will never encounter a gay person? Do they think they will never have to explain the 20% of us who are gay and living and working side by side with all the citizens of California?

Melissa Etheridge wrote an inspiring article called “You Can Forget my Taxes” and I encourage all of you to read. It might just start a revolution. “Gay people are born everyday. You will never legislate that away.”

Since I haven’t been able to go to work or school, I’ve been trying to motivate myself at home to do stuff. It hasn’t quite worked since most of the time I’ve been sleeping or knitting in bed. Maybe this weekend the antibiotics will kick in and I can get some designs done.

For now though, I’m gonna make some hot chocolate for my throat and watch some TV.

The LGBT community supported the Democratic ticket. We supported change and hope and equality. We supported our fellow Americans as we reached for the stars. And we won. Today is the day. But I’m not joyful; I feel robbed. Americans didn’t support the LGBT community.

“Today is the Day but I’m Angry Instead.” A few days late, but the message still resonates deeply personal for me. It’s true – all of it. I am angry. And hurt. How can such a beautiful and multi-cultural country turn its back on its citizens?

Things will change. They will. As the dust settles after the celebration, I find myself drifting back to reality and remembering some of my biggest reservations toward Obama. I hope that he pulls this off and he does what he promises he will do. He has a huge weight on his shoulders now and a lot to live up to. We’ve put him on an impossibly high pedestal, and while there’s no mistaking that he’ll mess up like all the presidents have done (he’s only human), I hope that he makes up for it in big ways. I hope he fixes what needs to be fixed and makes life better.

Already we can see the changes though. People look you in the eyes on the street and smile like we’re sharing some sort of amazing secret. Everyone is celebrating it seems – the world is celebrating. Obama wouldn’t just be letting down the U.S., he’d be letting down people all around the globe if he fails. That is a big responsibility. I hope he can do it.

He can though. It’s not just him. We’re all in this together. We can do it.