Loads of tributes to the late and well-loved Patrick Swaze are swirling around the interwebs, all shiny and pirouhette-y and full of that special energy he seemed to have. And these tributes are so very appropriate -- this is a man who was a spectacular performer, a respectable professional, and an honorable yet down-to-earth guy off-stage and off-screen. How great that we're celebrating him.

Some of these tributes are pretty conventional and expected, and some are slightly elevated. And then there's this one.



THAT'S a celebration. THAT'S the sort of tribute I want when I succomb to Death's enveloping embrace. It made me laugh, cry, dance, and stand still in awe.

If you've never seen To Wong Foo Thanks for Everything, Julie Newmar, I can't recommend it strongly enough. It really is a good movie, and not just because I'm all over anything that's got a clear antidiscrimination message.

Celebrate life. Celebrate diversity. Dance for any damned reason -- every reason, if you're doing it right! And embrace whatever form of beauty that is true to you, without compromise.

Dancing in drag with wild abandon,
rebecca.

 

Labels: death, equality, movie, music, performance, rebecca, video

It'll make you laugh. It'll make you cry.

I don't always want to post a video, but this one seriously moved me to tears. I sorta wish my husband and I would have held out getting married til EVERYONE who wants to can marry.

Enjoy...



I am now imagining ALL the scenarios in that particular sacred text that are no longer practiced, and which I would loathe seeing put into literal practice again.

I guess I'd better start developing a tolerance for stones.

chuckling wistfully,
rebecca.

 

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