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2012: A Year in Review

Tonight is the last Friday night of 2012, exactly one week after the world was supposed to end. A lot has happened in 2012, and I decided to highlight everything significant that happened to me this year, month by month.


It’s been one heck of a year at GingerSass.


Not much happened in January. I turned 22, which was actually a better birthday than my 21st. My friend convinced the bartender at a local bar that I should be given a free bottle of champagne because my 21st coincided with a blizzard and I didn’t get to celebrate. I received a stuffed unicorn and zebra print seat covers from my parents. I, once again, pleaded to Ellen as to why we should celebrate our birthday together and she ignored me. Ya know, the usual.


I made it onto PostSecret for the first time. Whitney Houston died and I was devastated so I wrote a poem. Ryan Murphy pissed me off so I wrote him an angry tumblr post turned into a letter, which he never responded to.


March was a very important month for me– I STARTED GINGERSASS! (All of the posts posted before March 25th were transferred from my tumblr site.) Fun fact– GingerSass was started because I was pretending to be an investigative reporter at the Sex, Love, and Dating Conference. Also, Adrienne Rich died, which devastated me. A lot.


April freaking rocked. Highlights of the month include:

volunteering with NOH8 and later being featured on their website
meeting Frank Warren at my first PostSecret event
saw an opera and a concert in one week
my Poefy (poetry-wifey) was fantabulous in The Vagina Monologues and I wrote about it


May was a good month for me. Obama came out in support of gay marriage. I won an award. I graduated college. Life was pretty awesome to me in May.


June was an interesting month. I started it out writing about suicide after finding out that the partner of my friend who had committed suicide also committed suicide. I wrote a bunch of 10 Minute Musings for a grad class and reconnected with myself. I came out to my family as a blogger, with the support of Cady McClain, aka Dixie from All My Children. I even inspired her alter-ego, Suzy F*cking Homemaker, to create an internet meme. Suzy also encouraged me to write a post on why I want to be a celesbian…so I did. I also  booked and performed my first paid poetry gig, which was pretty darn awesome.


July started off with a roadtrip to Massachusetts with Poefy to the wedding of Taylor and Mike. I basked in the glory of cheeseball goodness. (This post is still one of my most-visited posts, btw.) I fell in love with my job over the summer. I also figured out What Obama Taught Me. I indulged in Restaurant Week. Then I got serious about my blog, invested in an actually site host, got free magnets, and was overwhelmed by the idea of going to BlogHer. I also posted about teacher dress codes, which is also one of my most-visited posts of all time.


August started off with me going to BlogHer’12 and MY LIFE CHANGING FOREVER. I made so many blogging friends through BlogHer, and I’m going to (eventually) categorize them on her so you can so who I’m reading. I also won a happy hour party in August and celebrated with wings and food at a local bar with my friends. Woohoo! To top August off, I started my new job, got an apartment to go along with it, and ruminated on why Res Life will always be a part of me.


September was an emotional, crazy month. I had an awesome first week of September. I was a national runner up to be the next Verizon Ultimate Insider, mentioned on AfterEllen, and yogurt was on sale. I made it through the one year deathaversary of my friend’s suicide, and I participated in yet another walk for dead people. September was emotional, tough, and trying, but I got through it.


October started off with me reflecting on how much I love my car. I also met Jack Hanna, which was a childhood dream come true. I had a kickass lesson on bullying on National Coming Out Day and fell even more in love with teaching. I went to the Dodge Poetry Festival for the first time as an educator, and I helped my students fall in love with poetry. I met Geena Davis and she told me, “You’re changing the world to be a place I want to be in. Keep up the good work.” I saw Melissa Etheridge in concert. I survived Hurricane Sandy, was really upset that Sandy canceled Halloween, and was upset by the whole Sandy experience.


November feels like such a long time ago. I participated in NaBloPoMo for the first time and wrote about how I’m a Jersey girl, how Sandy domesticated me, and what Obama’s win meant to me. I also talked about bacon, ghosts, and just how important it was that I found my voice again by going to poetry open mics. I cut my hair, took silly webcam pics, and thought about my future. I ended my first NaBloPoMo experience by being grateful for stickers, and really having peace in knowing that I’m on the right track for what I want to do with my life.


December flew by. I think the biggest thing that happened to me this month, right before my student teaching internship ended, was that I realized why I want to teach. I arranged for an assembly for my Creative Writing students, and  it really changed my relationship with them forever. It taught one student to not be afraid to be who she is, and this, in return, encouraged me to come out to her. She then wrote me a note and made me cry. Then the Newtown, Connecticut shooting happened and it hit really close to home, as it was the first school shooting that has happened since I began student teaching. My students asked me if I would take a bullet for them, and I was able to respond honestly and say yes. Student teaching ended, and I managed to make it to the parking lot after school before crying. I got creeped out by the whole Elf on a Shelf phenomenon, but secretly loved my creepy little elf.

2012 was a year of growth. I rediscovered my writing identity, and GingerSass became a very large part of who I am. I’m grateful for the opportunities blogging has given me this past year, and I cannot wait to see what 2013 holds.

Happy New Year, folks! What are you looking forward to in 2013?

PS I’m not sure if I’ll be able to attend or not, but if you’ll be at home this NYE, consider joining in on #Tweetin13. There are prizes, fun people, and it’s hosted by two of my favorite ladies. Get on it!

Music has power.

So, last week I had the pleasure of having multiple musical orgasms. In case you don’t understand my weird, make-it-up-as-I-go-along language yet, this means my senses were stimulated by beautiful, amazing music

Last week, my friend Jeremy randomly texted me asking if I liked Rent. My immediate response? “DUH!” I have been in love with this musical since I first discovered it when I was 16. He responded and asked me if I’d like to hang out, that he had an extra ticket for a show on campus that Saturday. I immediately responded yes. It wasn’t until the day that I realized I didn’t actually know what I signed on to do. I showed up at the location on campus where Jeremy said to meet him for the ticket, and GUESS WHAT?!

I unknowingly agreed to see Puccini’s La Boheme, the opera which Rent is based off of!!!!!

This has been on my bucketlist for quite some time, and let me tell you, it blew my mind. The opera was in Italian, but there was a translation on the screen behind the orchestra. I was left flabbergasted by the similarities between Rent and La Boheme, and at one point I got angry, feeling as if Rent was a rip off of this fabulous opera. Then I thought about it and realized that most musicals are based off of something else.

La Boheme was stunning. Between the amazing vocals and the phenomenal instrumental music, I was left in tears by the conclusion of the performance. I left the theater with a newfound appreciation for Rent and Jonathon Larson, as well as a large amount of awe for Puccini. His opera was absolutely stunning, and I couldn’t get over the overwhelming power of the musical selections. There’s something about an amazing set of instrumental music that blows my mind and feel incredibly cultured.


RJ & I

A few days later, I embraced the tickets I had won at the Sex, Love, and Dating Conference last month and attended a Cobra Starship concert with my friend, RJ. The State Theatre, where the concert was held, literally had hardly anyone there. Granted, the show was on a Tuesday, but I didn’t have high hopes after seing that the crowd was primarily made up of squealing teenagers and boys with skinny jeans and long dark hair with blonde streaks it.

RJ showing off the HUGE crowd at the show…. half an hour after it started.

This show wasn’t as culturally enlightening or tear-worthy like La Boheme.

The night opened with a set by The Ready Set. They weren’t amazing, but they weren’t terrible either. I definitely enjoyed them, but I wouldn’t buy their music.

Instead of wasting space showing Breathe Carolina here’s the security guard who I lovingly nicknamed Big Joe. He tackled someone at one point.

The next set was by Breathe Carolina. All I can say is ugh. I didn’t like them at all. The one singer was waaaaay too full of himself, and their music was almost painful to sit through. I was very glad I didn’t pay for the tickets at this point.

Cobra Starship! (3/4 of them…)

FINALLY Cobra Starship came on. I have a confession… I have an inexplicable crush on anyone with musical talent. My sexuality doesn’t matter when an individual can sing, and if an individual can sing AND play the guitar, well, you can guarantee I’ll be momentarily getting my panties in a bunch over them. Gabe Saporta, the lead singer of Cobra Starship, may not have a phenomenal voice, but he knows how to have fun on stage, and that, combined with Victoria, the band’s vocalist, was just plain sexy. I was mesmerized and couldn’t stop watching, singing along, and dancing!

The guitarist played his guitar backwards at one point…

(Yes, I became THAT girl and danced along to mediocre music like I knew what I was doing.)

Gabe Saporta, lead singer

All in all, I had more fun watching the crowd than I did listening to the music. In particular, I enjoyed watching two girls RJ & I dubbed “Stefani and girlfriend.” The one girl looked like Lady Gaga (hence the nickname Stefani) and the other girl wanted her…bad. We spent most of the night deciding if they were girlfriends, or super-touchy-feely-best-friends-while-drunk. Either way they were still hot. *shrugs*

GF and Stefani!

Music is powerful. Sometimes when you see a show, you cry tears of joy and amazement at the beauty erupting from the show before you. Other times, you want to cry and leave because the music isn’t your forte. Either way, music has the power to evoke raw, genuine emotion from you and turn your night in an entirely different direction. Music is sexy, and that’s basically all you have to know.

That, and if you’re a single lesbian who sings and plays the guitar I want your number….