Category Archives: GLBT

Taylor Negron shares a story about Lucille Ball and her personal pain

Yesterday, the gifted and underrated actor Taylor Negron died, after a long battle with cancer. Of the many tributes on social media, this one really got to me. This was his appearance at a fundraiser for It Gets Better, a project designed to address the issue of suicide in the GLBT community. Here, he shares a story about the time when, as a homeless youth, he had the opportunity to be in a class taught by Lucille Ball. The story is much more about Lucy than it is about Taylor, although it’s easy to see that Lucy made an indelible impression on him. I won’t spoil the story by telling you too much about it. But let’s just say that Lucy used her talent and tenacity to overcome a lot of pain in her life. After watching this, I can say that I Love Lucy even more than I already did.

New hotline aims to help transgender people at risk of suicide

According to reports, almost half of people who are transgender will at least attempt suicide during their lifetimes. Yet many times, when they call suicide hotlines, they run in to people who are unfamiliar with what it even means to be transgender.

That’s why a hotline designed especially for the trans community is such a great idea. It was founded by a trans woman who has contemplated suicide herself, so she knows the territory.

Read the Time article about the hotline here.

The phone number is 877-565-8860. I am adding it to my resource list.

Pushing myself to do things I don’t want to do

In dealing with my depression and anxiety, I’ve come to realize a plain, hard fact: recovery means doing A LOT of things I don’t want to do.

Case in point: I have a committee meeting tomorrow. And I want nothing more than to avoid it. Several weeks ago, I received an email request from a GLBT organization, asking if I’d like to volunteer for them. As I am gay, and I know the great work this organization does, it should have been a no-brainer to say yes. Ah, but here’s the rub. Volunteering involves dealing with people. And the storms in my head don’t like that very much. The only reason I DID say yes is because I’m in a cognitive behavioral therapy group that I really like, and you HAVE to commit to facing your fears. Otherwise, you’re out of the group.

So, I said I was interested, and I met with this organization’s very nice volunteer coordinator. She asked me about my background and my interests. I don’t even remember what I said, but she seemed to like what I said. Then, she mentioned what she thought would be the “perfect group” for me — the party planning committee.

I felt my jaw drop. I wanted to scream `Are you fucking kidding me?’. I know – normal people love parties, especially gay normal people. But I’m not normal, and I missed the gay party planning gene. I remember asking the coordinator if she had anything else that was needed at the moment. She said she didn’t. So I agreed to be on this committee — even though I know absolutely zilch about planning parties.

The well-respected doctor who runs my therapy group actually thinks this is a good thing. “It’s good to venture into unknown territory and try things that you may not be good at,” he told me. “You’re probably better than you think you are, or else this woman would not have suggested this. And you’ll be meeting and working with new people, too, so this is a big plus.”

I keep trying to tell myself this. I am going to this meeting tomorrow. But I’m scared. I’m scared that I won’t know what I’m doing. That everyone there will see right through me. That no one will think I’m attractive. (Yeah, that matters. I’m both insecure AND vain. Go figure.) In fact, I’m so scared that I invited a friend to come with me just for moral support. He said he would — and he’s not even gay.

Wish me luck, peeps in bloggerland. I need it. Oh, and some good party planning advice would be welcome, too.

Why do I find this “disgusting” little movie so funny?

Meet The Digustings – a pair of jaded gay men who hate just about everyone and everything. It’s dark, it’s crass — and when I watched it, I couldn’t stop laughing.

Why? Because, in watching these two complain incessantly, I saw just a little of myself. Well, maybe more than I little. It’s not just because I’m a gay man who has been known to be somewhat jaded.  As someone who has both depression and social anxiety disorder, I would say that both these men are prime candidates to become members of these tribes, if they’re not already. I’ll admit that when I’m in one of my moods, I’m not fun to be around. Watching these two, I can actually understand that from a different perspective.

The video has become a viral hit, and there’s talk of it becoming a feature film – or at least a video series. If it does, I’ll be watching. So far, I love The Disgustings. I guess I don’t hate everything after all.

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