Gay Divorce comes to CA Options

[Peter Everhard]

We pointed out back when the California Domestic Partners legislation was first proposed that it would create liability for people who were not exactly accustomed to paying alimony when they broke up.

It is now being reported that on 1/1/05, people registered as domestic partners in California essentially over night became liable for the debts of their partners and, overnight, each partner became half owner of all of the other partners assets.

You can't make this shit up.

There is an old saying that God punishes people by giving them what they want. In this case, a whole lot of people may be punished for something someone claimed that they wanted. Gay people don't want to marry. Despite all of what you read and despite the fact that gay marriage put Bush back in the White House, I think the stats now prove that very few gay people want to marry.

But, unforunately, the few that did register as domestic partners in California will now have to go to divorce court to break up.

I think gay divorce may just put a fahking end to the gay marriage movement in California once and for all.


Calif. Law Gives Some Marriage-Like Benefits to Gay Couples

Starting Jan. 1, 2005, same-sex couples in California for the first time will have access to divorce court for dividing their assets, seeking alimony and securing child support. They also will have automatic parental status over children born during the relationship and responsibility for each other's debts ...

In order to split, partners must legally divorce. Alimony could be ordered by a court. All assets acquired during the partnership are carved down the middle. Debts are shared, too. Both partners receive the legal protections of parents along with the right to custody and the duty to pay child support.

I Thought We Was Partners

This is the story of a self-centered White Control Freak named Allain (who has some serious abandonment issues) and his Ugly Black Pygmy. Allain specifically selected his Ugly Black Pygmy because, while he liked black diick, he wanted something ugly and easy to control. Allain figured that since no one else would want an ugyly Black Pygmy as a gay lover, that he, Allain, would have total control in his relationship with his Ugly Black Pygmy - and in fact he did.

For ten years, Allain and his Ugly Black Pygmy lived as a gay couple - although Allain made a point of never being photographed with or to be seen in public with his Ugly Black Pygmy. Then,

On or about November 13, 2004, Allain's lawyer advised him that on 1/1/05, half of everything he owned would legally be the property of his Ugly Black Pygmy (under a new California Domestic Partners Law scheduled to go into effect in 2005). Allain quickly dissolved his domestic partnership with his Ugly Black Pygmy and booted his Ugly Black Pygmy out on the street.

As the Ugly Black Pygmy was leaving the Los Angeles mansion he shared with Allain, he realized that after ten years with Allain all he owned in the world was a stack of vinyl records. The Ugly Black Pygmy could be heard crying:

"I thought we was Partners! I thought we was Partners!"

We have adopted the lyrics of this song from Evita to convey the Ugly Black Pygymy's emotions:


I don't expect my love affairs to last for long
Never fool myself that my dreams will come true
Being used to trouble I anticipate it
But all the same I hate it, wouldn't you?

(QCC:) So what happens now?
(Che:) Another suitcase in another hall
(QCC:) So what happens now?
(Che:) Take your picture off another wall
(QCC:) Where am I going to?
(Che:) You'll get by, you always have before

Time and time again I've said that I don't care
That I'm immune to gloom, that I'm hard through and through
But every time it matters all my words desert me
So anyone can hurt me, and they do

(QCC:) So what happens now?
(Che:) Another suitcase in another hall
(QCC:) So what happens now?
(Che:) Take your picture off another wall
(QCC:) Where am I going to?
(Che:) You'll get by, you always have before

Call in three months time and I'll be fine, I know
Well maybe not that fine, but I'll survive anyhow
I won't recall the names and places of each sad occasion
But that's no consolation here and now.

(QCC:) So what happens now?
(Che:) Another suitcase in another hall
(QCC:) So what happens now?
(Che:) Take your picture off another wall
(QCC:) Where am I going to?
(Che:) You'll get by, you always have before
(QCC:) Where am I going to
(Che:) Don't ask anymore.

Another Suitcase In Another Hall
lyrics by Tim Rice, music by Andrew Lloyd Webber

[Peter Everhard]

Gay Palimony

A California newspaper reported that a record number of domestic partners in California dissolved their registered domestic partrnerships, allegedly, in anticipation of the changes in the law taking place on 1/1/05. However, it is not likely that simply dissolving a domestic partnership will give you complete protection from liability.

California has, courtsey of Lee Marvin's live-in mate, palimony precedence. California has legal history which establishes that if two people present themselves to the public as a couple, in the Marvin Case as man and wife, that the relationship is considered a marriage under California law. In effect, as a result of the New California domestic partnership law and California existing palimony case history; a gay man dissatisfied with the break up of his relationship can still sue for alimony citing that he was essentially married to his gay lover, a la palimony.

All in all, California is one ***ked-up place to be if you have been in a long term relationship with another gay who you never intended to actually marry. And you know what? The fahkers deserve exactly what they get. These are the fahkers who put Bush back in the White House claiming that every faag in America wanted to marry. I think it only fair that the fahkers now have to live with gay divorce ..

choke on it, you idiots.

[Peter Everhard]

My Week as a Blur

I deliberately decided to make no effort whatsoever to work during the Christmas and New Years Holidays. On December 1, I had already made enough money to take me to at least March of 2005, and, given the not too good mood that I was in, I decided that it was best not to expose myself to the fahking New Yorkers during the Christmas/New Years weeks.

Come 1/3/05, I had every intentions of working and maybe finding some idiot ass perm job (even though I don't really need one). However, Monday 1/3/05 was just a fahking blur.

I have no idea what time I woke up on Monday; I do know that it was no where near 9:00 am.

Tuesday, likewise was a fahking blur.

I think I woke up at about 3:00pm or 4:00pm on Tuesday. I got a call to work from midnight to 7:00 am. So, of course Wednesday was a fahking blur.

I don't know where exactly the fahk I was from Wednesday to Friday. Obviously, I was alive and doing something. I could have been adducted by aliens and subjected to anal probing for all I know. In fact, I didn't even realize it was Friday until I went to www.nytimes.com at about 4:00pm and noticed that the day was Friday.

Now get this,

At about 5:30pm I get the opportunity of a fahking lifetime just dumped into my lap while I was only semi-conscious. I was still sleeping at 5:30pm in my loft bed when I reached down and some how found my cell phone to answer this call from this temp agencies. I only vaguely registered what the fahk the agency was saying, I just said: "Okay" and went back to sleep. It wasn't until I actually gained full consciousness at around 6:30pm or so and played back my voice mail that I realized what had just happened. As I said, the opportunity of a fhaking lifetime just dumped in my semi-conscious lap.

Now, you are getting an idea of what my life is like; long periods of semi-consciousness interrupted periodically by major fahking leaps in opportunity and creativity.

Hey, I could fahking be a fahking 9 - 5 at-will Beauch. I mean, its not fahking rocket science.

And to top it all off,

I've just gotten enough work for Saturday and Sunday that I could actually make more money for the week than some sheat eating Ghetto Carib makes from kissing aaas for 40 hours all week.

BTW, does anyone know why God Created Caribs? I mean, hadn't dog sheat already been invented before Caribs?