As confirmation of her lifetime of success, Mariah will be honored by The Center in Palm Springs with its first ever "Legacy Award" to recognize exceptional work on behalf of LGBT people living in the Coachella Valley.
I just happen to be attracted to a woman who can fearlessly walk out of the house without a drop of makeup, who looks spectacular with short hair, and who has a seductive silhouette in a masculine blazer. In no way does this alone make me sexually interested in men or mean that I should be.
She is a successful and talented jewelry designer. She is charitable. And, did I mention the smoking hot part? Well, after I talked to her I also learned that she is very smart, an extremely hard worker, passionate about giving back, grounded.
We had talked about language not long after we got engaged, but hadn't come to any conclusions. I didn't like referring to myself as the "bride" because that has very girly/feminine connotations to it for me.
I didn't really realize how amazing it would be to be in a room full of butches -- let me repeat: a whole room full of butches -- to look around and see butches everywhere. I was giddy with excitement to... belong. To be a part of the crowd. To fit in. I'd never really fit it before.
I know that you may be so delighted, so intrigued with my life experiences that you want to know how you, too, can be butch. If only there were an instruction manual. Wait just a tick! I have found such a manual -- which I have written! Read on for a step-by-step guide to being a proper butch.
The coming-out process can be an overwhelming experience. It is most definitely an emotional rollercoaster as one goes through the self-realization that they are gay all the way to admitting it to the world. But how much of the 'when you come out' affects how you identify within the gay community?
Bull daggers, tomboys, drag kings, butches, gender queers, and dapper dykes ruled the runway in West Hollywood on Friday night at the Invincible fashion show. Never has so much swagger been seen on the catwalk.
I usually don't have to come out. When I walk into a room, people know I'm a dyke -- unless they mistake me for a dude. Whatev. But recently I had to decide whether to come out. Again. This happened when a reader of my anonymous blog was kind enough to send a post of mine to HuffPost.