Coordenador LGBT de Olinda fala sobre o Seminário "Olinda sem homofobia
A Prefeitura de Olinda promove nesse momento, um seminário para o público e principalmente para os servidores, com o propósito de discutir os problemas enfrentados pelo público LGBT, principalm…

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WATCH: Rachel Maddow Is Done with Bob McDonnell's Moralizing on Marriage

The ex-governor of Virginia who once piously campaigned against marriage equality now finds his own marriage on trial.

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Lucas Grindley

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My Queer Son Is My Own Personal 'Fashion Police'

(This blog post is dedicated to the late, great, ever-fashionable Joan Rivers.)

I checked myself in the mirror and liked what I saw. My petite frame was the same 102 lbs. it had been before Harry was born, and my butt still looked good in tight black jeans. Not bad for turning 50 today, I thought.

It was my first birthday since Harry’s dad and I divorced, and I wanted to shine at dinner out with my gal pals. I zipped up short black boots and adjusted the neckline on my funky new low-cut top. It was splattered black-and-white tie-dye, bedazzled with some diamond rhinestones. Satisfied that my reflection projected lead singer in a rock band, I grabbed a black blazer and headed downstairs.

The babysitter saw me first. “Wow, Julie. You look great!”

I smiled and rounded the corner into the living room. “What do you think, Harry?”

My son’s opinion mattered to me. He was only 11, but seemed to have been born with fashion sense. As a 3-year-old, he criticized my work wardrobe for not having any dresses. At four, he styled items in his dress-up box better than I ever had. When he discovered fabric glue at the age of six, he turned scraps from my tailor into Barbie fashions that rivaled those on the pages of Vogue. Only months earlier, Harry assisted a makeup artist friend of mine at a fashion show.

He turned from the TV and looked me up and down. “You look like an anorexic cow.”

My face fell.

“Harry!” the babysitter said, “That wasn’t very nice.”

“I thought you were my fashion consultant,” I said.

“I guess I’m more like your fashion IN-sultant,” he joked.

Then they both burst into giggles. I couldn’t help but join in with a nervous laugh. I wished I had time to change. After dinner that night, the anorexic cow top was put out to pasture and never seen again. That was in 2001.

The following year in junior high, Harry’s eye for fashion turned to drag when he discovered the monthly showings of The Rocky Horror Picture Show. That led to his break-all-the-rules style of dress in high school. But he could also put together a look sharp enough to land a part-time sales position at a fashionable women’s boutique on Milwaukee’s East Side.

I worked from home then, mostly in my workout clothes. So when I wanted something more stylish than a racer-back tee and leggings, I ventured over to see what Harry might recommend on his weekend shift.

I realized in that small boutique that my kid really did have a great eye for women’s fashion. He knew which colors and silhouettes flattered me. And he was honest about what didn’t look good, without being an “insultant.” Soon I was buying all my clothes from him. Those pieces are the ones I brought with me when I moved to New York five years ago. They still hang in my closet and are among my favorites.

Harry taught me that “matchy-matchy” in fashion only worked for drag queens. I learned how to mix prints, wear scarves and that brown boots can be more chic than black ones. In fact, unlike the ’90s when my nickname could’ve been The Widow Tarney, I rarely wear anything black anymore.

Harry graduated from college two years ago. He’s a photographer, a fixture in the Brooklyn drag scene, and my personal stylist. At least that’s how I see it. So he was a natural for advice on accessorizing the dress I bought for my first gay wedding next weekend in Chicago.

“What do you think?” I asked him, wearing the sleeveless, ombré teal dress with my four-inch dark violet pumps. “I wanted a pop of color, so I picked these shoes.”

“I don’t know, Mom. Those shoes might be better in winter with a jacket, like your black satin tuxedo jacket.”

“Okay,” I said, knowing he was right. “Then what about my green strappy stilettos? And the pop of color could be my blue snakeskin clutch.”

“Good idea, Mom. Try that.”

I changed shoes and grabbed the blue clutch.

“That’s it,” he said. “Those shoes extend the monochromatic line, so you look taller. And the blue clutch is perfect.”

“Thanks, honey. Now what about polish color?”

“A purple shade would work, but not lavender.” He pulled up an Essie color chart on his computer. “This one, or something like it.”

“And lipstick?”

“A dark pink,” he said.

So I’m set for Chicago. When I stand up to make a toast to mister and mister, I know I’ll look my best. And I’m certain that my favorite comedian won’t be administering any Fashion Police brutality from above about my outfit. About my hair, maybe, but not about my outfit.

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This piece first appeared on Julie’s personal blog, My Son Wears Heels. You can also find her on Facebook.

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#RainbowLaces Seeks To Change More Than Sweaty Uniforms In The Locker Room

Professional sports remains a tricky battlefield in the fight to curb homophobia. The “boys club” mentality, the long tradition of using gay slurs to put down other teams and the inherent straight-guy locker room fear of accidentally showing attraction to other guys all keep the hate speech afloat. That’s oversimplifying it, of course, but the point is — the problem persists.

And the only real solution can come from within. Players can be suspended, fined or slapped on the wrist and nothing is going to change. Hell, even ESPN reported recently on Michael Sam’s locker room activities, proving middle-school attitudes persist even at the professional level.

Here’s one new campaign — #RainbowLaces — that we commend for actually getting the players involved. They’ve enlisted the help of footballers from Paddy Power, Arsenal, The Gay Football Supporters Network and more to send Rainbow Laces to every professional football player and club in Britain.

They’re asking players to wear the laces during the weekend of 13/14 September to show their support for kicking homophobia out of the game.

Players may not be able to change how perfect their hair is:

How tall they are:

Or how drop-dead sexy they are:

But they can change homophobia on the field. And by wearing these laces when they suit up for game play, they send a message to players and fans that they won’t tolerate any more hate:

Here’s the commercial:

Dan Tracer

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Openly Gay Google Exec Megan Smith Named U.S. Chief Technology Officer: VIDEO

Kyler Geoffroy

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Marcelo Crivella detona jornalista e movimento LGBT em debate!!
Marcelo Crivella detona jornalista e movimento LGBT em debate!!

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Megan Smith: Most Powerful Lesbian in the White House?

The Google executive was named chief technology officer of the United States

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Jerry Portwood

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What I'm Proud to Tell the World About My Daughter
When I was young, I was a real asshole. I had no consideration for other people and their feelings, I always needed to make my point, and most importantly I knew what was wrong and right and everyone else pretty much didn’t. I think you get the point, right?

Anyway — I think/hope I have changed quite a bit over the years for various reasons, and now my credo is kindness and respect; that’s really all that matters anymore. The same holds true for all my writing, so I usually stay away from anything controversial and keep a lot of my opinions to myself.

However, there is one thing that I have been itching to take a stand on — online and offline — and it’s something I am not willing or able to respect any asshole opinions on: my daughter is gay and I think that’s perfectly fine.

Let me back up a bit and start at the beginning.

Pauline is 17 and I never gave much thought to the fact that she didn’t show any interest in boys. Whatever, right? When she started hanging out with M. a while ago, I didn’t think too much about that either, until we all went on a little shopping trip about two months ago and my husband said to me: “I think those two are more than just BFFs. I was watching them in the rearview mirror and the way they look at each other… I know young love when I see it!”

OK then.

Of course I asked Pauline about it and she said: “Yes, we are dating. I am gay.” As simple as that. Honestly? I thought it was as simple as that.

We talked about it some more and she told me that she had known for a long time. And that she didn’t want to confide in any of her friends, because “a lot of them think being gay is wrong.” Whaaaaaa?

I was shocked. Really? In 2014? In Canada? Young people? Yes, apparently I am really naive.

Of course I respected her wishes not to talk about it on social media or with her friends, but my heart broke a bit for her. I realized that she will probably have struggles to overcome because she is gay, and fight battles that straight people don’t have to fight.

Coming out is still a big deal (I came across this article by Vikki from Up Popped a Fox at Villageq — read it!), and the world is full of intolerant and unkind people.

Over the last few months, Pauline has gotten more and more comfortable with confiding in her friends about being gay — and I breathed a sigh of relief that they all have been supportive so far. I know everyone has obstacles to overcome in life, and I can’t (and don’t even want to) clear the path for either of my children, but the fact that one of my kids has to worry about being accepted for who she is at the very core makes me furious.

A few days ago, Pauline told me about something that happened at the Gay Pride Parade in Vancouver — members of an anti-gay group snuck into the parade and distributed hate messages, wrapped in condom packages. Naturally, Pauline was outraged — and decided to take a stand.

Her caption: Me and my girlfriend #gaypride #mygirl

And I’m taking a stand as well.

I support my daughter and the LGBT community 100 percent. The only requirement I have for people (and that goes for gay and straight) is not to be an asshole, and to be kind and respectful.

If you are a hater of LGBT people, I don’t want to be your friend. If you are a hater of LGBT people, I don’t want to do business with you. That part is really simple.

Love you, Pauline!

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