I'm Pam Newman.
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Recently I’ve been surrounded by (and work for/with) so many republicans that I thought it might be prudent to state on my blog that I love lesbian vagina. I also love penis. I don’t discriminate, unlike some of these republican people who truly have racist, misogynistic ideologies and have the NERVE to tell me about them and be suprised when I tell them where my personal beliefes lie.
And then there are the people who are all like, “I’m religious, and that’s why I hate people.” No religious text is telling people to hate other people. Gospels talk about UNCONDITIONAL LOVE AND THE UNLIMITED CONNECTION TO ALL HUMANS. UGH. STOP. YUCK.
I’m bisexual. I’m wearing rainbow panties. I have a serious crush on Rachel Maddow, and would totally have her babies. I’m pro choice and I have had an abortion!! I want other women to be able to do the same thing, regardless of what state they live in! Everyone needs access to birth control!! GET THE MONEY OUT OF POLITICS! GOVERNMENT PROGRAMS ARE ESSENTIAL BECAUSE THE GOVERNMENT DICTATES HOW CULTURE FLOWS. FREE HEALTHCARE FOR EVERYBODY!
LOTS OF White people make poor decisions ALL THE TIME.
Racism is rampant everywhere in this country! The tea party was founded because white people couldn’t handle a smart, handsome black dude with a penis bigger and far superior to everyone else’s running this country! I’m gonna vote for barack obama in november!!!
I love transgender people. I and maybe one day I’ll move to another state and marry a lady. Could be your daughter I marry, republicans. Watch out. My vagina has magical powers. It creates people!!
The first issue I take with the whole discussion about black folks being homophobic is that it implies that gay folks are not black! Whenever we have this discussion about us verses them, and, ‘it’s the black people who voted Prop 8 into existence,’ or, ‘it’s the black folks that are homophobic,’ it makes us all invisible. There are so many of us who are black and who are gay. And some of us who are religious. Are black people more homophobic than white people? No.
Jaison Gardner - WFPL, Chosen Families and the Ballroom Scene: Defining Fairness
I’m covering the Louisville LGBT Film Festival for Louiville.com this weekend!
This means I get to report on the festival kickoff party tomorrow night, too! Haaay!
Read my festival preview on Louisville.com.
If I haven’t bombarded you with the fact that I’m bisexual, well… Welcome to my tumblr. My name is Pam, nice to meet you.
As a teenager, I was definitely more socially retarded (appropriate use of the word retarded) than you were. I was home-schooled, and my first foray into attending classes not taught by my mom for an entire semester was college. When I was 14.
I was writing (AWESOME) articles for the school newspaper. There was this guy who always got the good articles. People had been talking up his writing (which I saw as competition. I am a competitive bitch most of the time, so I needed to meet him). After I met him and I thought he was cool and kinda hot. I lied to him and told him I was 17 (he was 18) and we FLIRTED.
The boy kiss
I didn’t know what flirting was, but somehow I was good at it. So one day we ditched our 1:35 classes and walked to the library with fists full of bite-sized snickers. I was eating one while we were sitting around, talking about whatever nerdy shit I thought was cool at the time. Sailor moon? My English class? Some shitty paper assignment I’d been given? Whatever. He made a move.
I kissed him. He put his tongue in my mouth. And I had a half a snickers bar under my tongue and I was FREAKING OUT. He was like, what’s wrong? And I was like, dude, I’ve got snickers in my mouth. He goes, “You’ve got nuts in your mouth?” And laughed. He made fun of me forever for that, and he’s the one who initiated it! So, my first boy kiss was with nuts in my mouth.
The girl kiss
My first girl kiss? Much more elegant, and slightly more beginning of a pornlike. I knew I was Bi by then. I didn’t think it was real, because everything I’d ever known had convinced me that bisexuality was just a phase. Bwahaha!
She was HOT. I mean, goddamn. We were also really good friends, which of course made it complicated, because she identified straight, and for all she knew at the time, so did I.
So hot girl and I were at my apartment, and I actually had a boyfriend at the time (who was attempting to see to it that we had a threesome, and that’s a whole other story about my massive list of reasons why I lose every game of “never have I ever”) but I knew he wouldn’t care, provided we didn’t have sex, and I told him about it.
So Hotty McHotstuff was over my cute apartment like always, and we’d been drinking heavily and watching the Lord of The Rings, and I was boring the fuck out of her with my extensive knowledge of The Hobbit. But she must have thought I was cute. When I asked her to reach for the remote, I copped a feel, and I she giggled about it. I asked if she wanted to make out and she said yes. So we did. And it was GLORIOUS.
And I’m not sure what to wear!
I have a bunch of rainbow-y attire, and of course I have ridicuolous outfits, but I’ve done the whole “Florescent Pink and hot-shorts,” at pride thing a lot. I’ve done the bikini at pride, too.
I need a new stchick.
What should I wear?
My teenage friends were an eclectic group of urban scene kids, nerds, cool kids, outcasts, assholes, sluts, virgins, tough kids, whimps and weirdos. Most of us are still friends in some capacity, be it superficial facebookness or we talk to each other regularly.
Some of us were gay, some of us were straight and some of us were bi, one of us followed through with a MTF transition. Some of us barely knew who we were yet.
All of us were Black. It was like this magical microchasam of American society balled up into one block of West Philadelphia.
I guess that magical group of people is why I get so fucking bewildered when I hear about teenagers hurting each other physically or emotionally for being different. It was our differences that made us such a tight-knit group. We fought because we disagreed with each other, or in order to protect each other, never because someone was different. We accepted people (For the most part) and didn’t judge over who people loved.
In short, bulling is fucking stupid.
The year was 1998.
I was 17, and had a bunch of friends who lived on my aunt’s block in West Philly.
It was maybe a 15 or 20 city block walk, but I made it 4-5 times a week to go hang out with my friends.
We were the annoying teenagers who hung out on the porch and told stories, laughed, listened to music after 9pm, got snacks from the Chineese takeout shop up the street and gossiped like crazy.
In 1998, the music was GREAT, movies were good, and we were all getting ready to go to college, get a job or at the very least, get the fuck out of West Philly. We were all smart, curious and slightly nerdy black kids.
In the summer of 1998, there was an event that deemed that summer, “THE SUMMER.”
It could also probably be called, “THE GREAT COMING OUT,” “E’RRYBODY GAY,” or “THAT GIRL IS A HO.”
Nearly ever teenager, sexually active or not, either came out as gay, bisexual or bi-curious. My best friend (Who is still my best friend to this very day) came out as a lesbian. She wasn’t particularly social at the time, like I always have been. She was very confidant, and she told everyone. It wasn’t a huge shock that she was a lesbian, but it sorta shocked me how badass she was about it.
Then I told everyone I was bi. A couple of other boys were gay. Some hoes who were just hoes came out as hoes.
A lot of people who I suspected were just saying they were gay to be cool said they were gay. I thought it was actually kind of awesome. Everyone was rebelling or wanted to be included, and we were an accepting bunch, so it was totally cool, whoever you wanted to be.
THE SUMMER was a great summer.