10 years ago today, on a cold Monday morning I chose to be part of change. One of 11 people that took a stand against hate. Our angel action became an integral part of the most produced play in America. “The Laramie Project” has had a profoundly positive impact on young people in our great Country, and around the world. Never forget the lessons that we learned from Matthew Shepard’s murder. What did you learn?

My friend Jim recalls the day in detail.. an excerpt from his blog:

…There were 11 angels that first time. We gathered everyone together for a meeting beforehand, cramming people into the livingroom of my old apartment on Baker Street. We covered the basics, reviewing with everyone how Phelps operates. What they might expect to hear, and that everyone needed to fully understand this before they tried to wear a halo. We talked about how important it would be to remain silent, peaceful, and loving, and how difficult it might be. Everyone was given a pair of earplugs too, just in case the sounds of hate behind us became too much for anyone. And Romaine gave us perhaps the most important tip: “Pee before you put on your wings!” They weren’t easy to get in or out of, so it was important to wring out the kidneys before gettin’ our holy on.

We met downtown at her sister’s shop, The Jaded Lair. Made from PVC pipe and bed sheets, the wings stretched out almost 8 feet. It was a true Wyoming morning, grey and overcast. Amazingly, there wasn’t much wind, but it was still bitterly cold. We all wore coats and jackets as best we could while still strapping on wings. Hats and gloves were problematic, and few of us had them. After transforming someone into a “holy roller,” they had to perform a strange form of limbo to climb out of the basement without catching a wing on the door.

We met in the alley briefly, and shared with one another our reasons for being there. “I want my daughter to grow up in a better world.” “I don’t want the last thing my nephew sees on TV to be Phelps.” “I’m here for my brother.” We were also supposed to come up with a happy thought to hold onto, so that we could have an angelic, peaceful smile on our faces no matter what horrific things we heard from Westboro. We then walked in a line down to the courthouse, dodging street signs and lamp posts. Crossing the street had to happen in 2 shifts, as we couldn’t get all the angels across a light in a single group. Our stomachs were knotted, our palms sweaty, our bodies chilled to the core…and we pasted on our most peaceful smiles.

We could hear Phelps and his group shouting things like “Matthew Shepard is in hell” and “God hates fags.” As we walked up to take our positions, the most incredible thing happened. Though it only happened for a moment, their group fell silent. They didn’t quite know what to do about us; we had made Phelps silent. They quickly regrouped and redoubled their shouts and taunts, but we had love…and Matt…on our side. Our smiles beamed brightly. Our halos rustled in the breeze, and our wings created a white wall of love just as we’d hoped.

That’s not to say it was easy. Seeing the young children holding up signs with messages like “AIDS Cures Fags” was tough, especially for the parents in the group. We hadn’t quite seen that one coming. The cold was a big problem for us. We were standing in the shade of the courthouse addition, and started at 7am. We were concerned about frostbite, especially in the feet. None of us were dressed as warmly as we should be, and it’s hard not to think about hate speech or hypothermia when trying to smile and be silent. As if all of this wasn’t enough to keep us locked in the moment, we couldn’t help but notice the snipers on the roof. Just in case something went wrong…

We had a few things to keep us going, though. We had amazing support from the onlookers, at least once they all figured out that we were not part of Phelps’ group. My friend Steph ran home and returned with a thermos of hot coffee. We took turns passing it around – not to drink the coffee, but rather to warm our fingers and hands. Every now and then, one of the police officers walking the space in between Phelps and our group would whisper words of encouragement, “you’re doing great, keep it up” and “thank you for being here.”

After an hour we followed Uncle Freddy to campus for a second round, this time in front of the Union. As we walked, we sang an original song, “The Holy Pokey,” where you put you halo in, then you put your halo out. This time we were in the sun, so it wasn’t quite as cold. UMC, the Keepers of the Fire, and the Union’s convenience store brought out a cart of food and hot beverages labeled “Angel Food.” Sugar cookies and hot apple cider never tasted quite so good. Phelps and Company didn’t quite make it through their second hour of protest; naturally we like to think it was because we successfully kept them from getting the attention, media coverage, and confrontation upon which they thrive.

As the Westboro clan drove off we let out a cheer, and those gathered around joined in with us. We all felt a huge sense of accomplishment as we paused for a group photo. It had been a tough morning, but we all knew it was worth it. We honestly didn’t anticipate the amount of media coverage we’d get. We also didn’t expect to be a key part of play, destined to become the most produced play in America and an HBO movie adaptation.

I felt like this a few times this weekend, plenty of cute in town because of spring break!

how lame to only post every few months.. boo on me!

Here’s where so much of my time is being spent…

http://www.joinhighsociety.com

Love ya all lots!!!

Xtopher

feeling blue

We did it Colorado!!

I am waking up this morning feeling different. Included. Proud.  Not the kind of proud that gay people feel in June when celebrating and remembering the Stonewall riots that launched a revolution in GLBT rights, but a deeper and more satisfying pride.  As Barack Obama gave his acceptance speech last night, he included gay people in his speech.  It was noted that the word gay was not followed by the word “rights” or “marriage” or the more objective “gays” , but was followed by “American”.  The cheers that erupted in the crowd I was with was no doubt echoed in GLBT gatherings around the country. I think we have elected a true visionary that sees things on a higher level, that we all want the same things; Food, Water, Shelter, Good Health, Love and companionship, for we are all part of the human family, and last night our newly elected leader told me and reassured me that I really am part of the American family.

Though the election is somewhat bittersweet, Proposition 8 in California is set to overturn the recognition of GLBT marriage which will end the hope of legislation there.  I feel confident in Obama that any amendment to the US constitution would simply not be tolerated.

Though it may sound trite- a thank you to any and all friends, family and all Americans really that voted with a sense of the common good, a higher purpose, and for voting for a candidate that would have the balls to honor the millions of LGBT Americans from the podium on the most historic election eve in our history.

It feels good.

Christopher

PS- oh yeah and COLORADO IS BLUE!!!!

Heya gang!

I have been hard at work putting together a fun new night at Mary’s.  Looks like October 29 will be the start date.  I feel like I am putting in the efforts of opening an entirely new bar- not just one night.  I could explain the whole thing, but it would be easier to check out the website I put together for it….

www.drinksociety.com

Hope you are having a wonderful fall!

Christopher

This past weekend was a blast!  We had our own Oktoberfest celebration at Mary’s and there was plenty of celebration. I took some video with my camera, however, neither google video or youtube want to process it or I would share the goodness. Not to worry, you are missing out on the chicken dance. Here are photos of more sillyness…

I just popped open one of my favorite Napa wines. Charles Shaw, affectionately known in the industry at “Two Buck Chuck” because of the $1.99 price point at Trader Joe’s grocery in California.  My friend Stan turned me on to this wine a few years ago when I was spending quite a bit of time in Los Angeles.  We usually had wine with dinner and one night I finally asked if I could provide it.  He sent me down the block for a bottle of Charles Shaw.  I was amazed at the low price and have been a fan ever since.  I could rattle on about the nuances of the flavors and tones, but it is simpler to say that “It just tastes good.”  I am enjoying a bottle (oye- a bottle) right now while sitting on the rooftop deck and typing this post.  I haven’t even looked for it here at home in Colorado because I usually ship it back from CA by the case.  The shipping costs more than the wine.  Next time I am at Argonaut or AppleJack I’ll look for it.

Seriously, I am a bit more shocked at the amount of foundation he is wearing in this photo than the fact that he finally came out of the closet.  Good for him in any case!

seriously who is surprised here?

Finish the sentance:  Music Makes…

I had a great day at work yesterday.  I was called in to work the Brunch shift with Jeffrey J. and we were listening to 80’s hair bands and other classic “Album Oriented Rock” on XM radio.  I think we were all having a great time trying to remember the artists like .38 special.   Even the customers were commenting that the staff seemed happy and were all smiling.  Life cannot be lived at 120 beats per minute, which is the pace of much of the music at Mary’s, I think it causes a certain anxiety when listened to at high volume levels day after day after day for 9 hours at a whack.  Sick of the same music at Mary’s- send an email requesting change, and include some suggestions:)  Click Here

I hear y’all rather like the bartender videos…. so here’s another:
(Bryce might have an appreciation for this?)