NO H8

It was overcast when I awakened this morning, both over the city of West Hollywood and in my head.

When I have been at my lowest, people seem to rally around me, embrace me and lift me up. But it is always at the most successful moments in my career that I seem to get the most attacked. It shouldn't matter to me, but it does. I want everyone to love me just like anyone else. It's a sick part of our humanity, that we give any power at all over to another's opinion and judgment. In truth, if we are most attacked at our most successful, then I suppose we should welcome all attackers with open arms. Usually I'm really good about realizing this, but this morning for some reason it seemed difficult to focus.

Then I turned on CSPAN and saw The Gay Rights Rally and was mesmerized. My problems and the dark cloud that was hanging over me dissipated in the dawning realization of my own pettiness. There are more important things to be focusing on in the world.

And just then the sun came out. A beautiful moment.

I so wish I was in Washington today marching with my friends. I am with you all in spirit and am watching, screaming at the TV set that we must demand equality for all.

In America, in West Hollywood, in our own backyards, in the mirror every day, may we all rise above the pettiness and the nastiness to stop the spread of negativity and hatred, to love each other and forgive a little more than yesterday.

www.NoH8Campaign.com

Friends In Low Places

I've received blog comments and emails daily from people asking when I was going to comment on a very good friend of mine who was recently arrested. I had hoped to not comment at all, to let the mindless chatter be relegated to a blog that is barely visited and would be receiving no attention at all without this gossip, but when The Sword told me they'd be doing a story with or without my commentary today, I decided to put in my two cents on the haters. You can read that here: http://bit.ly/rS25X

All I can say is he's a friend and I miss him way more than I ever expected to. When I have moments of celebration in my life like today (see: "News Desk" story about signing on as C1R's publicist), I feel like there is a missing link in the small inner circle of friends with whom I personally share those moments. Unlike a lot of his friends, I had more quiet moments with him than the wild and crazy adventures. We went to the movies together every week. We had lunches where we would vent about everything wrong in our lives. We watched the entire "Star Wars" trilogy curled up on his couch the day after Christmas. I miss those times. I miss him. I hope to see him soon.

P.S.: I also consider the person who is trying to bring him down in his blog a friend and I wish he'd find a way to let go of his anger and find some peace within himself so he wouldn't feel the need to lash out. Whatever their history together, kicking someone when they're down and can't defend themselves when he's had the opportunity to confront him for so long seems sad and tells me he must be going through an equally hard time in his life right now. I wish him the best and hope to see him soon too.

My Girl Needs You!

PLEASE click here and vote for my FABULOUS hair dresser Kris from JeJeune!

It comes right up, will only take a sec! http://bit.ly/5c5qu