My name could be Devil

If I could have any name, what would it be? It would probably be Digi Mondt. My parents would think about "Devil Child" or "God" depending on their mood and my actions during that day.

Sweden has relaxed rules on parents allowing them to name their children whatever they want. Well, not whatever they want...they have to steer clear from God, Allah, and Devil. They can however name their children Coca-Cola, McDonald's, Metallica, and Budweiser. I'd love the name Energizer or Duracell. Or, maybe Astroglide or Trojan. I know, I'm laughing out loud. Considering that my name is extremely girly I've dreamt of others, such as La-Z-Boy, Smirnoff Ice, or 5 Gum. That's right, I will heighten all five of your senses.

Asian Fusion in the Gayborhood

DC confuses the crap out of me. After several drives into the city I've figured out how to get to one destination without any problems. That destination is Dupont Circle. When anyone suggests going anywhere else and I'm driving, I refuse. I have this homing device that makes it easy for me to reach my homo destination in this nation's capital.

The simple pleasure of getting out of Hick's Ville, Virginia was enough. Today I hopped into the car with my Yorkie, Pogi. I-66. E Street. 20th Street. Voila. My Gay Positioning System worked. I am amongst the gay once again. (No, it's not that kind of Gay Positioning System). Again, I love seeing HRC stickers, well-dressed men, no farmer's tans, over-sized sunglasses, women in board shorts with cool haircuts, many many little cafes, etc. Even the Church of Scientology makes me smile.

The past three times I've gone into the city, I've dined at one place, Raku. Yes, it's Asian fusion. I can't help myself. I love a Sapporo and / or Kiri Ichiban.

What I can't do without is their Crispy Calamari. Whenever I see this on a menu, it's a must-eat. Dipped in the Sweet Thai Chili Sauce. Yum.

Price: $5.95


Another Raku staple is their Crunchy Spicy Tuna Roll. Crunchy? What? I still don't know what it is that they put in it to add a little crunch. Complimented by delish Tuna, yum. You know me, gotta love the tuna. Price: $5.50

Today I had a scoop of French Vanilla Ice Cream. I guess we didn't feel adventurous enough to try the Croissant Pudding with Ginger Ice Cream. It sounds weird, but it looks good now I've scoured the internet for anything and everything about this restaurant.

For example, the chef traveled around South East Asia for a year or so before creating the menu. Traveling well spent, I say. As well as my money. They're also extremely dog-friendly. The waiter brought Pogi a bowl of water filled with ice on a humid day. It looked so refreshing that I almost dipped my nose in it. We got excellent service because he also kept coming out to play with the dog. I didn't mind. I got excellent service. Very attentive. My Pogi deserves that.

It's a sign...

So, yesterday I was telling a coworker that I needed to get the hell outta this hetero-friendly town. I need some gay back in my life. By "some gay" I mean something other than Will & Grace and Project Runway on Wednesday nights. It's been a really long time since I've seen "some gay" on a very regular basis. It may be enough to make someone turn, but I know I'm stronger than that...Yes...

Today, on my way from work, I was given comfort by the sight of the HRC sticker on rear bumpers of cars. Just that simple design makes me smile. That's the "some gay" that I was looking for. If you have a car and (key word) own it go and donate to America's largest civil
rights organization fighting for the rights of LGBT folk everywhere.

"HRC seeks to improve the lives of GLBT Americans by advocating for equal rights and benefits in the workplace, ensuring families are treated equally under the law and increasing public support among all Americans through innovative advocacy, education and outreach programs. HRC works to secure equal rights for GLBT individuals and families at the federal and state levels by lobbying elected officials, mobilizing grassroots supporters, educating
Americans, investing strategically to elect fair-minded officials and partnering
with other GLBT organizations."

You will receive a nice little sticker along with your donation. More importantly, you will send out a message to someone yearning for "some gay" in their lives. Just that little sign lets that person know that they are not alone.

If you're not out to everyone and their mother it's more perfect than the rainbow. In a redneck town I would probably not put that on your bumper. First of all, this is a very discrete design. Second of all, rednecks don't know any of the following symbols: +, -, %, x or =.

You might say: "I'm already gay and I live in San Francisco. It can't get any gayer than it already is." You've forgotten your own roots. Stop forgetting. Go to HRC.org and revisit them.