Meghan Tonjes.

If you've never heard of her you'd better go check out her YouTube channel.
Meghan's got this amazing voice, and even though she's sung some cover songs (like for her "Request Tuesday") she most certainly knows how to write the lyrics as well.

She's just made her first album. Be In Want. And I've ordered it. Today I got the B-sides and an early track in my e-mail.
Now I can't wait for the album to arrive in my mail!!!

"The end" by Meghan Tonjes.

WTF is wrong with people?

And by 'people' I mostly mean Kenn Starr. You know... The guy with the Starr Report/Lewinsky Scandal.


"Fidelity": Don't Divorce... from Courage Campaign on Vimeo.

Guess what?

So I caved in. I had to see what all the fuzz was about.

I have begun to watch Battlestar Galactica.
(Moving on to season 2 shortly)

At first I didn’t see what the whole Starbuck craze was all about.
But that was only because I had my eyes on another character...


What? She's a teacher! (And then there's this thing I have for older women...)

Who just happens to be a Senator, which eventually led to...






It took me a few episodes to see past the frakking hot teacher rocking the business suits Laura Roslin (played by Mary McDonnell) but I got there.



Why do I suddenly feel the urge for Tank Top Tuesday?



But Starbuck and Roslin are not the only hot women in this series (or maybe I should say hot females?). We have the Cylons as well. Number Eight aka Boomer and Number Six.



Bah... Who am I kidding? This is a big bowl of really hot women! Why did it take me so long to start watching? (Don't answer that...)




So what made me watch BSG?
Mostly this (which basically it's a recap of the first 3 seasons - and a funny one):



But I probably never would have looked for BSG on YouTube if it hadn't been for Natazzz’s blog For the Roses - especially this post. Or this YouTube video.

Happy Friday.

L Word 603: LMFAO.

I think these describe pretty much how I felt, when I saw this episode (btw thank you YouTube!). It's the Shenny thing! I'm not really feeling it. (Or actually I am feeling it but not in a good way)






If everything else fails you could go the 'Bette and Tina'-way:



If you haven't watched this episode (or any of the episodes this season) go to YouTube. It's there somewhere.
Or go to AfterEllen to read scribegrrrl’s recaps. You won't be disappointed.

To be on not to be - in therapy

I’M GAY!!!!

Well by now it isn’t the big surprise, but I just found out, that I probably have been gay all my life. I had settled for bisexual (leaning towards women) a few years back (and finally came out to my family last year), but I never went along with the whole gay thing….

Recently (as in little over a week ago) I got a new carpet for my living room (no, that’s not the gay part…) and I had to move all my furniture out. One of the things I had to move was this cupboard/closet thing and I found my old diary. Back from when I was around 12 or 13.(Maybe I should add that I recently had picked it up at my parents place but not had had the time to go through it yet).
Anyway. I have previously mentioned my huge (gigantic) crush on my English-teacher. This was the evidence… As I read the pages I felt the butterflies again, but all of a sudden I came to some pages about something that I had totally forgotten. At least some of it - well most of it. (I think the word is repression).
Apparently (and now I’m just guessing – it was not written in my diary) my crush led to the fact that my school thought I needed to see the school therapist (or counselor or what ever you call it)!?! So I did. And after a few weeks of therapy I did indeed need to see a therapist!

We talked about school in general. Then we talked about my family (that didn’t go exactly like she planned – I come from a very functional family). And eventually we got to the BIG PROBLEM.

My English-teacher. Or rather my crush on her.

Let’s call her Simone (just for the fun of it – in honor of another hot teacher).
“Simone’s afraid, that you might have fallen in love with her.” It was not a question. And it didn’t sound like it was okay. It sounded more like it was punishable by death. So of course I responded: “No. No! I’m not!” And at the same time it felt like a bucket of ice cold water had been thrown at my face. My therapist could not have helped but notice that I was lying but she smiled and said: “Then all is good.” As I wrote in my diary: “I don’t even remember how I got through the rest of the session” (which was the final one)...and “My life is ruined”.
The next day I wrote in my diary: “Maybe it’s time to start liking boys.” Followed by a drawing of a sad face.

Maybe the fact that I never really got past the first date with most boys should have been an indicator? And that it wasn’t till I met the guy that's now my ex-husband (thank G_d) I ever slept with any (guy). And that fact that I never really enjoyed it anyway… Don’t worry I won’t go into details. I’ll just leave it at this. But…
I guess I’ve always felt like something was missing in my life. And admitting to myself that guys just don’t do it for me… It was a pretty big step. But admitting it to my family was probably the most rewarding thing I’ve ever done. It sounds weird I know, but hear me out.
It felt soooo liberating to say it out loud. And it sort of made it more real. Not that I wasn’t sure before I told them, but I think the whole fear of them reacting like it was a bad thing kind of held me back.

It was a bit weird realizing that I've actually seen myself as gay when I was 12/13 (maybe not in as many words). Think of all the time I have wasted convincing myself that I should like boys and feeling all different and wrong because it never really worked. Damn that therapist!

Additional lesson learned: Go through your old stuff on a regular basis. You never know if you find some old piece of information that could have been useful a decade or two ago.

Memory Monday.

I’m taking a small break from the really hot actresses movies and series.

If you don’t know what I’m talking about – go watch my previous Memory Mondays

Saturday we chose our contestant for the Eurovision Song Contest (ESC for short). During the show I got to think about some of my all time favourite ESC moments.
I remember some of the songs being performed. Others were played in the radio even years later (and that’s when I heard it).

I love music. I love ESC. But as in all my other music preferences I like the 70’s, 80’s and 90’s music the most. I like music I can sing along to. It may not sound that great, so I usually sing when I’m at home or when I’m driving in my car (alone!?!).
And many of the ESC songs have that ability.

The songs I have chosen for today have all been winner songs.

Israel in 1979. (And it was in 1979 - Israel did also win in 1978, though)
Gali Atari & Milk and Honey with “Halleluja”:

I think this was one of my very early childhood memories.

Also the English version:


To a lot of people (who are totally into ESC - especially songs from the 70’s) there are two really great ESC songs – and only two. “Halleluja” is the first. This is the second:

Sweden 1974.
ABBA with “Waterloo”.
(If you don’t want to see the ESC intro about Sweden – skip to 0.46)


Switzerland in 1988
A very young Celine Dion with “Ne Partez Pas Sans Moi” (Don’t Go Without Me):

When Celine Dion won ESC she was 20 years old and already a star. But being French-Canadian she performed mostly in French.

Belgium in 1986.
Sandra Kim with “J'aime ala vie” (I Love Life).

This girl was only 13 years old when she won (she turned 14 later that year). And amazing!

Germany in 1982.
Nicole with “Ein bißchen Frieden” or “Ein bisschen Frieden” (A Little Peace):

This is an ESC Classic!! I love it.

And Sweden. 1991.
The wonderful Carola (Häggkvist). “Fångad av en stormvind” (Captured by a Love Storm)

Boy, was I captured…. I mean….Look at her….! Listen to her! (And please do remember that this was 1991…)

Ireland 1992.
Linda Martin with “Why Me?” (Written by Johnny Logan – but I’ll get back to him later…)

I was sooo in love that year. And not only with Linda Martin ;o).


Now these are just a few of my all time favourite ESC songs/moments. And I’ll provide you with some more later on (whether you like it or not) but if you for some odd reason cannot wait then go here.
They will not all be winner songs (but most of them are). And if you find yourself wondering when…erhm…Lys Assia won, you could look for all the winning songs………….

Btw this is Carola today *sigh*:

Sapphic Sunday:

I don’t know if this even is the right use for the word: Sapphic, but let me explain. By Sapphic I don’t necessarily mean gay women (although there may be a few of those in these posts).
Some have their Weekend Crush. I’m gonna go with Sapphic Sunday.
Actually I only chose the title because I liked the sound of it, so if it doesn’t make any sense to you, then… That’s too bad. ;o)

Every Sunday is a reminder of new week. Some are better than others - and you might know that in advance. So I figured that a little Sapphic Sunday would get me through the week.

For this first Sapphic Sunday I've decided to clear up some things. And let me start by saying: I don't know these two women personally, but:

Yes they are married. To each other. No! I don't have pictures off their wedding.

I'm talking about Karman Kregloe and Bridget McManus.

A few other questions I would like to answer at once are:
No! I don't know how old Karman is.
Yes. Bridget has a blog. It's called Comedy Double Standards and yes Karman has a blog called Running On Fumes and I do believe that even Karmans mother Gail has a blog called I’m Getting It.

Now....

Why these two?
It was Bridget who introduced me to AfterEllen. Sort of.
While surfing comedy on YouTube I came across Bridget McManus. And wanting to find out more about her, I googled which led me to AfterEllen where I soon discovered a whole bunch of amazing women. Including Karman Kregloe and their joined vlog You Can't Take Them Anywhere! - or YCTTA!. And of course Brunch with Bridget (where it all began - for me that is) and Dara and Karman’s Hit List.

Thee two have certainly made my week more than once.