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Saying Goodbye to GCV

This evening I formally resign from Gay Central Valley effective September 2017.

It has been an honor and a privilege to serve this organization for the past six years. I have grown as an organizer, an advocate, and a person. I am so very grateful for the chance to write for the blog, organize events, participate in fund development campaigns, collaborate on cultural competency training seminars, learn about website building, and gain experience through so many other projects and adventures all while enjoying the fellowship of my Fresno LGBT community.

It is time, however, for me to put my passion and creative spark to other uses. I will, of course, continue to be a friend to the organization. I believe in the work that GCV has done and I strongly support the GCV leadership. 

This decision was not made lightly. Tonight is very hard, but I feel that I am doing the right thing.

I am excited about the next chapters of my life (Girl Scouts, Being the mom to a Kinder, Returning to school myself, Focusing on my writing / editing work, etc).

This is definitely bittersweet.

First day as a volunteer at the Fresno LGBT Community Center, spring 2011

Parent Real Talk

No, this isn't a post about poop or fits or misguided expectations.

Nope, this is a post about the random mundane things you find yourself doing because you a)have latent control issues and b) love your kid.

My daughter found me on the floor the other day sorting rubber bands. 


Big ones, medium ones, tiny ones, clips, headbands.... Soon they would all be organized in little containers making my life so much easier when it came time to do her hair.

My daughter has a lot of hair.

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And she is still learning how to do it.

I braid it in either one braid or two braids every day. And then I fight the ongoing war with her bang-like hair that won't go into braids but magically foils all attempts by any sort of clip to hold it in place.

But she is four and the various hair things get lost and dropped and there is never a tiny rubber band when/where you need it most.

Thus, the organizing.

Ahh yes, I said to myself as I organized... this is the true mommy life...

And then she found me.

And then she found the broken rubber band I was planning on throwing away.

And then the tears came.

you see... it was her FAVORITE rubber band. It didn't matter that there six to eight other exactly the same rubber bands in the box, THIS one was special and unique and LOVED.

And so she cried, and hugged it, and threw it away with all the pomp and circumstance of a dead pet. There was a eulogy and a few more tears.

(Side note: no, we do not have a pet and no we do not want a pet and yes this might be a small part of why that is the case)

Ahhh yes, I said to myself, rocking my sad but brave little daughter... this is the mommy life... 

Really though, the mommy life is a good one. 

Fresno Pride 2017

Had a wonderful time at Pride the other day!

Yeah... that's me dancing like a freak.

Very proud of the GCV BOD and all our volunteers for our parade and booth this year. Really hit it out of the park!

Of course I am looking forward to the day when we don't NEED a Pride... but until then, just give me some flags and point me to the crowd!

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See NKOTB In Concert? CHECK

Got to mark another item off my bucket list last week thanks to my sister and her epic gift giving.

That's right. 

I'm 36 years old and I screamed and danced my way through a nostalgia filled evening with Boys II Men, Paula Freakin' Abdul and NEW KIDS ON THE BLOCK

As a kid, I was left out of a lot of stuff because we didn't have a TV, my parents were super strict, I was a nerd before being nerd was cool, or at least enough of a thing that you could find fellow nerds. Nope, back in the days of my childhood and the teeny tiny private school I attended... you had maybe three options for friends because there were literally only 9 kids in your fifth grade 

I'm not joking.

So when the other three girls started talking about The New Kids on the Block and how great they were... you bet I jumped on that bandwagon. To be precise, I flagged it down, clambered aboard and duct taped myself to the back bumper.

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I was a NKOTB fan even after no one else was... because for a while, I was IN... I borrowed magazines and tapes and I knew things! I knew their names! I knew thier ages. At one point I knew thier favorite colors and pizza toppings. (Thakfully age has robed me of these things.)

And yeah... I had a favorite. 


Partly because he wore a hat. Partly because he was (and still is) the cutest. Partly because he sang all my favorite songs.

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ANYWAY... by 8th grade I only listened to them in secret. By 15, I pretended that I had never listened to them. Bu in my late 20s I reclaimed my inner weirdo and refused to have shame when I blasted their albums while dance cleaning.

And now... now at 36 I got to see them in CONCERT!

It was... amazing. They were silly, self depreciating, and sweet. They were obviously having a great time and so was the crowd. Again, I was IN. I was a part of this mass of people (women and men) who wanted to dance to silly white boy pop and giggle at the floating phallus symbols projected on the stage. We all wanted to reclaim a bit of our youth, where music was magical because  it was slightly hard to come by and hearing *your song* on the radio was a sign that the universe loved you. The early 90s were a simpler time... and it was damn fun to revisit them as an adult, even if for only a few hours.

Thank you sister Kristen for an amazing night I will never forget!