Spending 30 plus days of celebrating what Barack Obama and all of us capital city queers affectionately call LGBT Pride Month was a fabulous whirlwind. This year, even as my ears were solidly blocked with glitter, I had no problem hearing the roar of engines...
Ok grrl. Not gonna lie, I was not amused by the Saturday Night Live jest over forced slave breeding. Now, don't get me wrong, I stand and deliver for Leslie Jones. She's hilarious and a self-proclaimed top shelf bitch.
For a while now, I have tried to avoid award show commentary. This year’s Grammy Awards ceremony reminded me of why... I was distracted by a different self-proclaimed ally to the LGBT community.
My love affair with the getting my nails done is second only to my love affair with mini dresses and statement pumps. Growing up in the Midwest, my friends and I would go to the nail shop religiously.
