Well this weekend was a ShitShow Tour de Force! Two of our favorite queers on campus were reveling in burfenday madness. With Bryant H. on Friday night, a dual dinner Saturday evening, and TheFierce Lady JaJa following, I'm surprised some bitches aren't dead. Well now it's Sunday morning and we need to take our Ibuprofen, pull the curtains tightly to, and gather the remains of our dignity. It's always great when celebrations like these pull together our extended gay family who would otherwise probably not see each other.

I decided that I wanted to use this forum as another way of showing off the amazing talents we have here at UA. This week I started off with the person who actually gave me the inspiration to start the Student Spotlight because of how impressed I am with her work. Thus, I present CQ's first Student Spotlight of Rebecca Rae Marshall!

Cindy McCain, yep that's John McCain's wifey-poo stood up for what she believes despite her husband's platforms and joined the NO H8 campaign. Her daughter also jumped in on the fun. A representative from NO H8 had this to say about her involvement:


“In the year since we’ve started the NOH8 Campaign, we’ve been surprised at some of the different individuals who have approached us showing their support. Few, though, have surprised us more than Cindy McCain — the wife of Senator John McCain and mother to vocal marriage equality advocate Meghan McCain. The McCains are one of the most well-known Republican families in recent history, and for Mrs. McCain to have reached out to us to offer her support truly means a lot."


It's great to see some Republican support especially from such a public figure. We love you Cindy. You're a hot bitch!


Over and Out,
CampusQueer

I like people-watching. I really do. Especially with this fabulous weather rolling back in town! I can just grab me a vanilla bean Frappuccino and a table down in the Ferg plaza and just watch some folks prance on by. Especially the boys, boys, boys. I don't know how it happens, but it seems every time we get back from a break, the hotties come out of the woodwork and invade campus. Me and my dormouse, H.M. Thompson, have theorized they get home and they momma's say, "What the hell? You need to shower, shave, and put on clean clothes everyday you ungrateful skank." Then they deliver them back to us all poised and polished. Whatever the reason may be, we aren't complaining. Misster Mackey and your Queer, on our way to grab lunch, had to serpentine through campus to make sure we got maximum eye candy coverage. It's a walk by the ROTC crew, cut back to the front of Gorgas library, and then across the Quad. It should create a "Z" formation when it's all said and done.

Well, it came to my attention tonight that apparently while I was boy-watching on the Quad, I was getting watched myself. Sounds a little creepy, but I guarantee it was a fine surprise. Moral of the story here is you never know who could be watching. So don't look like a slob. I don't know if I can ever reiterate that enough. It's one thing to wake up from a crazy night and head straight to O'Charley's looking a damn hotmess. It's another to just look like shit for no reason. So I like people-watching like I said. But on the other side of the coin, who is people-watching me? And what impression am I making? You never know when Mr. Right or Mr. Right Now is just a glance away.

Over and Out,
CampusQueer

Why yes! Yes I did take a little hiatus for Spring Break 2010. I even made a personal extension for myself. Deal with it. All I will say is I went to New Orleans. And I came back. That's about all you are getting. In other news, last night was Tuesday night. You know what that means. You don't? Well you are a dirty whore child who should be punished severely. For the rest of ya's, let's get straight to the meaty stuff. Gen & Juice last night was just as pussy poppin' as ever! Maybe moreso. I am LOVING seeing this event grow and want you to keep coming out with your friends and your dollar bills. Creating visibilty and an identity for ourselves in the T is for the greater good. Genesis rocked out some of our Lady's "Monster" and had hometown guest Serenity on hand to keep it real. Now I'm always running a tad late, so I missed the "Oops I Did It Again" dance challenge. I assume it was fierce. And I've got to say, we queerlings are becoming a tad more frisky as the weeks go by. I see more raunchy grinding every week, but trust and believe I'm not judging. Keep it up. I'd love to see a bitch get preggers on the dance floor at this shindig. With that said, let's get on with the photos. I know you love a good photo collage.


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Over and Out,
CampusQueer

Okay queerlings. I'm not gonna lie. I may or may not have been a little bit of a mess at Gen & Juice last night. Vis a vis, I don't exactly recall all the fabulous details in order to deliver a proper recap. Apparently lap dances were involved. And I definitely know you missed a fierce, perhaps even angry, walk-off between your Queer and Lady Avery. Don't worry. It's not a rare occurrence and I guarantee you will get an encore if we come with 30 yards of each other at any given point in time. The CQ was coherent enough to bring along la camera to capture some moments for posterity.

I had a problem today. Not one of those lady problems this time. No, I was sitting at the table at Burke dining hall with good sir Heath Michael Thompson and had the dissatisfaction of looking down and realizing I had three empty plates before me. Granted now, each plate had like one morsel on it. A corndog here, a orange there. I just don't like waiting in lines so I take my plate back immediately for post-haste consumption. But now it left me there in the middle of the room at the end of my dining experience with three plates. You might wonder what problem could possibly arise from such a menial occurrence. Well those plates have to make it to the dish return line. I now have to carry all three plates in a stack at one time.  I think its just my psychosis kicking in, but it makes me so self-concious to have to carry all those plates. I think people will look at me and think I am a genuine, self-gorging, pot-bellied fatass. Part of that may be because I may do the same thing to other people.

Perhaps I would have less paranoia if I stopped judging those around me and thus would be less inclined to feel as I am being judged myself. Just the other day, I was approaching Lakeside West when I saw this homely lookin' mothersucker boppin' up the sidewalk with a S&M-esque collar around his neck and lo' and behold there was a damn tail shooting out his backside. Now immediately I thought about slapping this young tike, and then just resorted to scoffing. At the peak of my most rampant of scoffing though, I looked down and realized, "Oh damn. I'm carrying a metallic silver man-purse around campus." Who looked like the dumbass then? I realized as much as that fellow was going to turn unbelieving heads for a good laugh, I probably get just the same. After all, un-normal things on campus at the Capstone do NOT go unnoticed. So maybe the next time I see a young co-ed toting a load of dishes, I should not make it my business to criticize them even if the bitch had every damn plate stacked with patty melts, cake, and blocks of cheese because for every person I'm looking at with a raised eyebrow, five more could be looking back at me.

Ehh, on second thought. Screw that. I'm gonna keep assessin' all you bitches. Just with the understanding that I know you're doing the same to me. All's fair in love and war. I'm not sure if that quote fits nor what it means really.

Over and Out,
CampusQueer

                                      

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I think we've all been eagerly awaiting the release of Tim Burton's Alice in Wonderland. Well last night, we loaded up and went to opening night at Cobb since their dumbasses don't understand that this was completely deserving of a midnight premiere showing on Thursday. I'm not exactly the biggest fan of Tim Burton and the way he slightly does whatever the fuck he wants with some of my favorite tales, but the man has an eye for cinematography. The costuming was impeccable of course. The thing that has me wet is the soundtrack though! White Rabbit covered by Grace Potter and the Nocturnals is amazing!



Over and Out,
CampusQueer

                                      
                                      

They are all there -- the cliques that make gay culture just a little bit gayer. We've got our circuit duggies, our sassy snobs and plastic pretenders, muscleheads, fashionitas, guys who just happen to have sexual encounters with other guys, and our shitty, shitty faggots. But recently, I've spotted a trend arising that is in plain view and in no way a marvelous revelation of the human mind, but deserves the attention of my spry fingertips nonetheless. I speak of course of Diva Worship. We've all got our divas for which we will fight tooth and painted nail. Well that's obvious enough but the interesting part is how it creates generations in the gay culture. There's the Cher's,Whitney's, Madonna's, Janet's, Mariah's, Britney's, Beyonce's and most currently, always referred to Our Lady on these pages - the Gaga's.

It's not really complex cognitive science to see how generations cling to the women who make divine mewzaks to please them. I've personally beheld awkward friendly fire between a Whitney and a Mariah. They don't back down. Much like their icons, they sassed and weren't about to back down. The situation was only resolved by an agreement that the two were both some fierce bitches. Luckily, no drinks were harmed in this encounter, but it raised an eyebrow and made me aware how readily even I am to take up and bear arms for Our Lady too. I mean I can jam to some Brit, dance in my undies to a good Madonna remix, and roll around all night to some Janet, but I don't want to fight for them. I will fight for the Gaga and all for which she stands because that is just my generation of gay.

Now I'm sure I could track back the timeline and do a little research for divas throughout the century and their generations of queers they created; persay Barbara, Liza, and all them other wrinkly bitches. Too bad they just aren't relevant to me at this point and I have to jet now queerlings. Apparently you're supposed to attend classes at this university or something. I don't know. That idea is still beyond me. How am I supposed to attend to all my social needs with all this education cutting into my schedule?!

Over and Out,
CampusQueer