JILL ABRAMS

MISS LOLA ROSE ON HER BELOVED CHIROPRACTOR:

2011-08-06T01:07:00.000-07:00

DR. THEO KOUSOULI is my mother's superhero, her healing adonis guru and a bunch of other embarrassing honors she bestows upon this modest soul weekly. Former model and pro photographer, Dr. Kousouli has become a deservingly sought after Chiropractor & Hypnotherapist practicing in Beverly Hills, CA. www.kousoulimethod.com

PHOTO BY ~ Tatiana Dekhtyar

Admittedly I was a quiet skeptic over the years until I witnessed Dr. Theo's reversing of Mom's osteoporosis with bare hands and no meds! Working in Hollywood he has achieved dramatic results with many entertainers, breaking through the barriers they face both in body and nerve-related emotional pain. He specializes in bringing out the best in patients through his developed methods utilizing spinal therapy and progressive mind-body healing technique.

MODELING PHOTOS OF DR. THEO KOUSOULI ~ By Matthew Cooke

Youtube sensation Miss Lola Rose survives and rehabilitates after several near death operations with the help of her beloved Chiropractor Dr. Kousouli.
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Discovering chiropractic in college due to a devastating swimming pool accident, Dr. Theo was left semi-paralyzed in his left arm with excruciating neck pain and diminished lung function. After suffering for three months not improving and upset with his doctors' recommendations of drugs and surgery, he decided to visit a chiropractor.

Following the treatment given to him, Dr. Kousouli made a 100% recovery without drugs and surgery. He decided to dedicate the rest of his professional career to helping others experience holistic healing.

Many doctor clinics today disguise their drug treatments under the category of ‘Wellness’ and still focus on symptoms of the problem without addressing the root cause. This obsolete system keeps patients in a loop of confusion, continual drug dependency, worsened health, and empty pockets. As a gifted clairvoyant and compassionate healer, Dr. Theo Kousouli is committed to promoting the health and well being of those who seek his guidance.

Dr. Theo Kousouli has helped everyone from babies and pregnant women to athletes and celebrities. His unique process has generated much interest from Hollywood, and he is currently in development for his own television show and national seminar tour based on his new book due out this fall.

He has trademarked a unique patient-tailored "whole person approach" called the 'Kousouli Method' for his private clients. Also a certified Hypnotherapist, his focus includes the mind-body relationship and how our emotional well being plays a part of our total happiness.

Dr. Theo Kousouli is board certified by the National Board of Chiropractic Examiners and holds excellent standing with the American Board of Hypnotherapy.
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CHAKA KHAN - MAKE MY WISH FOUNDATION

2011-07-30T02:59:00.000-07:00

PHOTOS BY MY WIFE VICTORIA MINETTA

As it was, Chaka Khan was my David Cassidy of celebrity dream dates, a castle in the sky to my queer teenage suburbanite reach. It wasn’t just her magnificent vocal instrument and original interpretation of music that tearfully almost therapeutically transformed me. Romantically she made my budding Sapphic heart race. An interview on The Johnny Carson Show with Joan Rivers sitting in was the first time I’d heard Chaka speak. Inching closer to the screen, I soaked up her frank viewpoints and enjoyed her accelerated rhythm of speaking - enabling her to share a multitude of thoughts in a minimal amount of time. Her nonchalant confidence reflected this worldly yet introspective, unassuming aspect to her, a humility that reserved the limelight for the stage exclusively, apparently just as content nestled in bed with a terrifying Stephen King book. It was within her musical stories that I found a depth of emotion that speaks from the gravity of hardship and the raw ache of first hand experience. In my struggle to find peace in the world and my gay place in it, I often found comfort in Chaka.

BOOK OF PHOTOS BY NICOLE MALONEY "RARE"

During my freshman year at B.U. in 1983, before her multi-platinum album, “I Feel For You,” I purchased a ticket for my first Chaka Khan Concert. Since she hadn’t yet hit her mainstream stride, we benefited from the intimacy of her track act in a popular dance club environment. As the last of the crowd filed their way in, the lights dramatically cut off and out Chaka came singing, “Ain't Nobody” in the most perilously spiked stiletto boots ever designed.

Desperately trying to maintain her equilibrium, she would take mini steps to the left then to the right in an attempt to catch up with the sway of her body that appeared in pursuit of the trails in her mind. In her inimitably funked out style, Chaka strutted her sultry stuff, while her voice majestically soared, channeling a creative versatility beyond my comprehension. The infinite dimensions of her vocal gift vibrationally transported us so far beyond what we knew as realism that when she approached the edge of the stage, I couldn’t help but place my hand upon her leather thigh high boot. Any number of contributing variables could have explained my desire to gently caress her leg, but when Chaka didn’t seem to mind or notice, everyone in close proximity reached out to her like a Messiah, wanting a piece of musical divinity to bring home and preserve forever. Traditionally a male rocker’s domain, but I could think of no sexier visual than a female entertainer who isn’t afraid to enjoy an audience’s communal touch.

Those of us lining the perimeter of the stage swayed our hands in the air, and she bathed in our devotion as if she was as in awe of us as we in her. A dose of Serotonin shot to my brain at the breakneck speed of a treasured find in Filene’s Basement when Chaka keyed right into me, making a swift beeline in my direction. Extending her hand out from the low stage, she weaved her fingers through mine and waved our connected hands back and forth to the beat.

In my non-televised Springsteen/Courtney Cox moment, I could feel her sensual roar beating right through my hand, a conduit to nirvana no doob or Jane Fonda aerobic routine could ever provide. It was in that brief moment that her touch instantly made me feel less invisible, less of a dot from a high altitude. She could have chosen any sycophant, but her impulse to connect with me was reassurance that even in my insignificant tortured little world, all things “unrealistic” were possible. You just had to reach out and fondle them.

Years later I caught Chaka again, in NYC (following her multi-Platinum Grammy winning solo album “I Feel for You”) at a much larger outdoor venue on the Hudson Pier, still first come first serve, still an Olympic sprint to the front row. In true Chaka form, she came off stage during the set to sit in the lap of a quadriplegic gentleman strapped in a wheelchair in the isle by my seat. She didn’t appear to know him, but graciously requested his lap while she sang us a ballad. I was pretty certain that when she rose to stand so would he.

All throughout my years employed at CNN Entertainment News, I looked for opportunities to interview Chaka, but once classified living legend status, one-on-one interviews were assigned to the on-air reporters only. She did begrudgingly grant one red carpet interview with us and evidently regretted it. Her irritated reaction to one of our field producers who referred to her as “The Diva” was priceless. Chaka detested the term and bluntly told her so, creating an awkward moment of silence I found amusing. Who would have known? But seeing how “Diva” (originally defined as a distinguished woman singer, especially one who sings in operas) has been gratuitously bequeathed upon every unworthy twat in the business, you can understand her position.

Last year upon undergoing surgery and feeling the end was neigh I hoped Make A Wish Foundation would grant me a visit by Chaka. “Ha!” My facebook friends snickered, assuring me that Chaka Khan wouldn’t get outta’ bed for my ovary removal. “White Light” medical bud would have to suffice.

MOM LOVES NEW YORK!

2011-04-23T23:00:00.000-07:00

Miss Lola Rose takes us on a very colorful walking tour of NYC by Jill Abrams. No babies or joggers were hurt during the filming of this webisode. Music by http://www.mranonymous.net/musicblog/

Filmed and edited by Jill Abrams and starring my fabulous Mom.

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CAMILLE GRAMMER BEFORE KELSEY

2011-02-09T20:21:00.000-08:00

Camille Grammer and fellow club kids go wild in NYC by Jill Abrams. Music by Mr. Anonymous "Superman" www.mranonymous.net. In the early 90s I filmed a wild night out with Kelsey Grammer's ex-"Beverly Hills Housewife" Camille and other club goers including the gorgeous Lisa Lisa (Cult Jam) Downtown Julie Brown, Gene Anthony Ray (Leroy "Fame") Montgomery Frazier, Julie Brown's brother (blue outfit), Idalis DeLeón (hot girl from the group Seduction), Edward Morgan from the Joffrey Ballet, Natalie something (braids from MTV), and many others - feel free to send me the names to post. No place more fun than NYC!

FUCK YOU JESSE JAMES!

2010-05-26T01:26:00.000-07:00

I want to send a big FUCK YOU to Jesse James tonight, who explained that the now infamous Nazi Heil Hitler photo of himself was from a party at his house, meant as a joke. Isn't genocide just hilarious to glorify with your friends at a party? He and Sandra were dating then, did she chuckle with the other guests? Was she okay with the nazi garb and German model war planes that decorated his home? (Shown in the pig's US WEEKLY photo below.) Shame on them.

And enough with the "America's Sweetheart" bullshit. If she could marry a guy who openly revered Hitler, she is as disgusting and foul as he is. Jesse wasn't the slightest bit contrite about the photo in the Nightline interview but evidently scared shitless to get his white supremacist ass kicked. Is it possible to miss that nazi cap that sits atop a shelf in the closet you both share? Is it merely a coincidence that his mistress Bombshell McGee brandished a swastika tattoo on her belly? Shame shame on them, especially Sandra Bullock for her association to such sleeze. What a huge disappointment. I pray the humiliation and his unprotected [mistresses] sex serves her well.

"Adolf Hitler murdered 20,946,000 handicapped, aged, sick, prisoners of war, forced laborers, camp inmates, critics, homosexuals, Jews, Slavs, Serbs, Germans, Czechs, Italians, Poles, French, Ukrainians, and many others. Among them 1,000,000 were children under eighteen years of age." Where is the joke in that Jesse James? Scumbag.

This goes out to my friend Marga (as seen in the middle @ the Jewish Home for the Aging) who survived the holocaust and lived to share the horror stories of torture and murder. I will make sure this history is not buried, condoned or joked about by the likes of Jesse James or Sandy "America's Sweetheart" Bullock.

IS SANDRA BULLOCK RACIST?

2010-04-21T15:24:00.000-07:00

Mom would really like to understand how Sandra could not have known about SCHMUCK Jesse James' fetishes and racist proclivities. How can you not be aware of your husband's moral [or lack of] core?
A film by Jill Abrams.

Youtube sensation Miss Lola Rose, "Mom of 2 gay kids" is back at it, pulverizing pop culture in a way only she can. Every scandal from Sandra Bullock to Charlie Sheen gets a beating. Mom takes on cheaters and schmucks including the Jersey Shore cast, Kate Gosselin, Tiger Woods and many more...

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I received this note on my facebook today by a brilliant writer named Bianca SunshYne Papas.

SANDRA BULLOCK WAS NOT AS INNOCENT AS MOST PEOPLE WANT TO BELIEVE. There is just no way she didn't know her husband was (at least) curious about Nazi thinking, design, memorabilia, costume etc... and, (at worst) a full out anti-semite and racist. Jesse James has long co-opted and (very openly) used symbols closely associated with the Holocaust and hate filled attitudes - like the German Iron Cross logo that's on everything West Coast Choppers makes and sells (copy link for image) http://www.thelifefiles.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/03/chopper.jpg

That doesn't necessarily mean she approved of or agreed with any of it... all it means is that she KNEW and ACCEPTED it. Do I think the fact that she's German would make her more tolerant of this behavior? YES! Yes, I do. Would I feel differently if her ancestors were German JEWS? Yes. I would. Sandra Bullock's maternal grandfather was a rocket scientist from Nuremberg, Germany where Bullock lived until age twelve. Could a brilliant man, in his field, from that generation, have had Nazi ties? Sympathy for the cause? YES. Am I sure that he did? No. But the chances are very good and ANYONE who thinks otherwise is CRAZY!!!!

I don't believe Sandra Bullock is a secret Nazi, I think she had a husband with MANY disgusting proclivities (ie: that ugly SKELL "bombshell *vomit* mcgee) and that she turned a blind eye. Frankly, considering his numerous affairs (that I suspect she also knew some of) she probably thought his penchant for swastikas and such wasn't really hurting anybody blah blah blah. Lots of people accept things they don't agree with for the sake of the person they love. Lots of people compromise their own thinking and values because they're needly, or lonely, or convinced that they'll change. A pig is a pig, though, no matter how you might drape him in pearls. It's an unfortunate reality that people like Jesse James exist. It is equally unfortunate that people like Sandra Bullock, with all the power, fame and money in the world, are susceptable to their manipulation and ulterior motives. Sad.

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NEARLY MURDERED - CAUGHT ON MY VIDEO!

2010-02-05T01:02:00.000-08:00

Los Angeles, the homeless capital of the United States. Welcome to their hell. Photos and film by: Jill Abrams

It started out innocently and quickly turned into an obsession. Me and my tiny inconspicuous Canon Powershot, every day venturing out on long walks in questionable neighborhoods seeking stories. This was the first time I used the camera's video feature and was quite pleased as you will see. I became so mesmerized by this knife wielding homeless scene that I didn't take into consideration my safety. I videotape her confronting me and then run for my life! I was sincerely hoping to tell their story as a public service announcement.

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Starring Jeep MacNichol - former drummer for the Samples now masterfully creating and featuring iconic vocalists like Dave Wakeling and Ranking Roger of English Beat/General Public.

I KISSED A GIRL AND I LOVED IT - A Lesbian "Coming Out" Story By: Jill Abrams

2009-11-13T12:58:00.000-08:00

Throughout the whole coming of age process, these zany Sapphic feelings arose most unexpectedly while watching movie starlets on TV. Making an inconvenient debut, like an uninvited menstrual cycle, this nonnegotiable awakening rattled my already shaky adolescent foundation and penetrated my spirit deeper than death.

I soon learned that transcending all cultures, this God given attribute I possessed was universally despised. And this religious “abomination” was to become my destined path? I assure you had there been a prescription to reverse it, my mother would have seasoned our food with it, but I had no choice, nor did my effeminate brother for that matter. Two out of three kids gay, oy vey!

Contrary to my parents’ hurtful accusations at the time, this was hardly an act of rebellion. I possessed a heated desire for women only, and wanted nothing more than to spend my romantic life in the soft hairless arms of one. In letting my heart navigate the journey, the incompatible fusion of same sex love with society’s standards of normalcy churned and flipped my stomach for years.

When my girl crush left the tube and presented itself real world, I was horrified. It happened in an instant, and I knew, boy I knew. There was no escape, no power button to press off, no dream to awaken from, no med to pop, no religious testament that could point me in the “right” direction. This wasn’t like slapping aqua blue contacts on Paris Hilton’s mud brown eyes. I couldn’t change my trait for the sake of a better appearance. This is an attribute that cannot be evaluated and healed through intervention and rehab, because this isn’t a behavior that needs modifying. Being gay is a characteristic that is either inherent or acquired after years of boredom. For whatever genetic or environmental factor that brings a person to such a place on the continuum of sexuality, it just is. Love is love, cliché and true.

The Death Valley body slam that pummeled my sexual orientation against the ropes ensued in the 4th grade. I was passing the time on the blacktop for lunchtime recreation; in various ways defying gravity and causing a sour armpit odor I rushed to wash clean with pink liquid before class. Into this mundane routine walked a family friend from the 6th grade. She tracked me down to say hello and to introduce me to her much talked about “amazing and cool” inseparable friend Linda Panicola.

In the split second Linda turned to greet me, I was involuntarily swept into a time freeze – the consequence of either devastating horror or divine elation. One harmless glance and my delicate heart freefell like a cinderblock. Without any forewarning, palpitations raced into a gallop devoid of the reigns to guide it. A lump formed in my throat so large I fought to breathe. My being was snatched by this outrageous visceral moment that agitated my brain as fatally as the celebrated British au pair who shook that defenseless baby silent. As hard as I tried, I could not control my escalating feelings. It consumed my heart and overpowered my brain, leaving no time to analyze or in this case rationalize a sensation that I knew was considered by society as fucked.

Once granted the privilege of their senior company, I became insanely enamored, bringing her home in my head till sleep. Oh how exquisitely beautiful she was with her hypnotic cat shaped eyes and broad smile custom-made for laughter. Her quick-witted repartee was a welcomed reprieve from the unworldly adolescent banter I’d grown accustomed to on the blacktop. With the help of my older sister, I was already privy to everything from the cheese like substance that collects under the foreskin of an uncircumcised penis to period clots the size of Jell-O squares accidentally flung to the floor, wall, or in a rare disturbing case onto her friend’s bare foot.

When Linda graduated on to 7th grade and out of elementary school, the only opportunity to see her was voyeuristically, from across the street at my good friend’s house. One particular day we were playing out front. Yes, out front. It was a common occurrence back in the seventies to utilize your front lawn unsupervised without getting abducted, chained up and forever imprisoned in some pedophile’s diabolical basement.

Up the driveway her mother drove the station wagon to the garage and honked for her magnificent princess Linda, who gracefully descended the stairs from the porch in a ballet costume, tutu and all. While I was shamelessly gawking, feeble knees giving way, we weren’t even in her periphery. We were invisible to her. I had no sexual understanding in my head at the time. I hadn’t felt that yet for boys or girls. I only knew that I was in awe of everything about her and I would writhe in unrequited emotional suffering until the day I was appointed her best friend, handmaid, something, anything...

I turned to my pal and suggested we hang out with Linda more often. To that she replied angrily, "What is with you? You've said that before. What, are you in love with her? What are you a LESBIAN?" Impaled by the pejorative she twisted mercilessly into my heart, I couldn't believe my perforated eardrums. A lesbian? Me? What? Are you mad? How dare she nail my innocent adolescent yearnings ten years before I kissed a girl and I loved it. I adamantly refuted the insightful accusation and exorcized Linda out of my skull immediately. From that day on, I could be counted on for every coed spin the bottle or seven minutes in heaven game going. I was straight Goddamn it. STRAIGHT to bed, I was fricken exhausted from the inner turmoil.

For the remaining years of school, I had several lovely boyfriends, but after girl gone wild with other girls up in college, my sexuality morphed from monochromatic to Technicolor. Such overwhelmingly desirous feelings for girls blew away any attraction I’d previously felt for schoolboys. Physically, emotionally, in every way women were unmistakably a luscious hot fudge sundae after years of vanilla scoop. It was when I consciously acknowledged my gayness emerging that I had my Annie Sullivan Helen Keller “water pump” moment and the electrifying revelation depressed the shit out of me.

Wow, what a surprise to discover Linda as well as everyone I’ve ever drifted from in the last thirty years accessible on Facebook. As always, I was compelled to finally divest my mind of this memory, hand it over to her, like returning sentimental jewelry left at my home decades unclaimed. Wiping my hands clean of it, I mustered the courage and professed to her my long coveted secret. I wish I were there to see her expression, however thrilled or revolted. Her words in response were graciously receptive. Thank God, colon hyphen end parenthesis :-). I discovered she had an older brother who was also gay, so she wasn’t the slightest bit freaked by my story. She thought it was sweet and even still novel considering I was the 6th of my childhood Facebook bro-mies to profess their identical story of unrequited love with her.

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MOM AUDITION FOR ELLEN DEGENERES CONTEST

2009-04-06T01:36:00.000-07:00

Her entire life, Mom had a lovely voice but she was never encouraged to sing. I think we missed the Ellen contest so I left the bloopers in. Here is our very first attempt at forcing Mom to sing for camera, hopefully more improvement to follow. By: Jill Abrams

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MOM YANKS ANDERSON COOPER OUT OF CLOSET

2008-12-11T03:05:00.000-08:00

Oh how fun it was to get back to the shallow and inane topics such as GAYS IN HOLLYWOOD with Mom. Her irritated responses to my questioning was classic hilarity. I used to turn the camera off when she got aggravated with me, but now I find the best material in her annoyance. Mom is on an "outing" frenzy in this clip, reminiscent of ACT UP back in the eighties.

MOM ON GAY HOLLYWOOD:

MOM PICKED AS TOP 200 IN YOUTUBE CONTEST:
Mom was been chosen as the top 200 YOUTUBE videos for this contest of 2000 entries. Ten winners were selected. We entered MOM ON GAY HOLLYWOOD which Lisa Nova posted on her holiday playlist.

YOUTUBE star Lisa Nova sponsored the contest. She does very clever parodies and hails as #33 most subscribed to of all time with 149,000 subscribers. She is among the YOUTUBE elite, according to the New York Times, earning decent money in their partner program. We have been invited to join their partner program many times but I was concerned about further censorship. I may be ready to give it a try in the new year but I'm not thrilled about cutting out profanity.

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MOM SAYS NO ON PROP 8 - YES ON GAY MARRIAGE

2008-11-12T18:17:00.000-08:00

In an effort to repeal the unconstitutional Prop 8 here in California, Mom sounds off on gay marriage. By: Jill Abrams

Sometimes when I feel tapped out on things to say, I let Mom's INCREDIBLE fans do the talking:

BLACKSTARZERO WRITES:
I have watched several of your videos and I cried through two of them, thank you so much for making such positive, and uplifting videos. This world has such little love, and to see someone just pour love into the world like you have done brings tears to my eyes. May god bless you, and your family with love, peace and prosperity because you really deserve all of those for what you have done.

ERIC WRITES:
I really want to thank you for your wisdom that you have shared with everybody. You really give hope to all that don't have supportive people in their lives. Your children are so lucky to have you in their lives. You are a decent person and caring person. My parents have not spoken to me for 15 years due to my sexual orientation. I wish that I had a wonderful, smart, and classy mother like you.

You are the best!

MUSTAFA FROM EGYPT WRITES:
Hello Mom,
I found one of your videos by sheer accident and I was deeply impressed by your tolerance, acceptance, and understanding of the 'gay' issue. You are a great inspiration. How I wish you were my mother .... Anyhow, have a great day, Mom :)

Sincerely,
Mustafa

CHELSEA HANDLER PANEL AUDITION

2008-08-29T02:17:00.000-07:00

AND THE WINNER IS:

This wasn't the tape we sent, but it's still most amusing to me. I will be really surprised and bummed if Mom is not chosen, featured at the very least in the video montage of submissions. Looking forward to hearing from the show. We love you Chelsea!

MOM ON GAYS - PART II - FABULOUS DENOUEMENT

2008-06-27T02:24:00.000-07:00

MOM ADDRESSES BANNING AND REINSTATING BY YOUTUBE:
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This touching letter I received today says it best:

Lolarose, Jill:

If you only knew how far your voice would be heard, and how much it would express by doing as little as sitting in front of the camera while Jill filmed you (and juxtaposed you with images of home movies). I saw your video thanks to Gay Carrington (well, the lovely person behind the puppet) and Gina. Never had I seen so much unity even in less involved people; there are loads of male friends of mine who don't have youtube accounts but went to Jill's blogspot and were in shock and later, fury at what had happened. Because even though one could say, "Eh, it's a video, big deal," SILENCE EQUALS DEATH.

And none of us can afford at this time and place such a luxury.

Needless to say, the video has been sent to as many people in mass emails---it needs to become a meme, duplicated until it's being recited.

I sent this video to my Mom the other night. She was in tears---for years, even until recently, she had wondered if perhaps this was genetic, or some freak of nature, me being gay. Of course she wants me to be happy and is highly critical of guys I meet (oh ironies!) but for years she'd put my success in a male-dominant field such as Law Enforcement in lieu of "why are you gay?" NOW she understands---mainly, that there is nothing to understand... just accept, and love above all.

And for this I want to thank you, even though I am a stranger to you. The Internet, while it can harbour places of extreme hate, can also produce these small miracles which become avalanches. I'm glad the ball has begun to roll with you and Jill.

Sincerely yours
Ivan Vargas
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MOM ON HER 2 GAY KIDS - YOUTUBE REINSTATES!!!

2008-06-15T00:25:00.000-07:00

MOM ON HAVING 2 GAY KIDS - WWW.YOUTUBE.COM/JILLABRAMS:

YOUTUBE REINSTATES OUR BANNED VIDEO. THEIR LETTER BELOW.

A quarter million views after a month up and this beloved video was removed by YOUTUBE due to "INAPPROPRIATE CONTENT" last Saturday night when I returned home from Gay Pride. I was crushed and cried out in text to my genius friend Hiltron of Planet Hiltron and Gay Carrington fame - my favorite vlogger on YOUTUBE. Click here for GAY CARRINGTON ON YOUTUBE

WWW.PLANETHILTRON.COM

Hiltron put the word out to his many friends and fans. To our rescue a superwoman named Gina aka ITALIANSTALLIONETTE appeared. Her angry impassioned rant translated into a vlog that has her topping charts in every country. This morning joyful tears streamed down my cheeks as I watched the dozens of response videos to Gina eager to kick ass until our video was reinstated.

ITALIANSTALLIONETTE on YOUTUBE

Coincidentally, I received this letter from YOUTUBE today:

Hi there,

The video "MOM ON HER 2 GAY KIDS" has been reinstated. It seems that it was removed in error. We sometimes remove videos of children to protect you and your child from sexual predators. The contents seem to have been mistakenly evaluated. I have reviewed the video and it does not violate our Terms of Use. I apologize for any confusion or inconvenience this has caused.

Regards,

Sam
The YouTube Team

THANK YOU YOUTUBE, I HAVE LOVED THE EXPERIENCE ENORMOUSLY.

*Our 540 "favorites" were wiped out when we were removed. Well, wasn't that the point, to remove our chances for getting on the "all time" charts? Please grab MOM again in your favorites for more max exposure.

GAY CARRINGTON - MY NEW IDOL

2008-05-09T16:31:00.000-07:00

You know I must be madly in love to have my attention taken away from Miss Lola, but Gay Carrington to me, is the best vlogger on YOUTUBE. She and Mom may cohost their own show soon, one never knows, does one?

Could it have been Dr. Yi? Do tell dear Gay Carrington. We love you. xoxo

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MOM FINALLY COMES OUT OF THE CLOSET

2008-04-14T14:50:00.000-07:00

I am so proud of my beloved mother. She finally came out of the closet about her two gay children, and did so beautifully!

It's been a little over 2 weeks and this video has 130,000 hits and top HONORS on YOUTUBE in Education this month. The comments have been ceaseless, both supportive and evil. Most interesting to me are the gay people who write in angrily "what's the big deal?" These are clearly young kids who are now benefiting from the painful efforts and ultimate success of the gay civil rights movement. However, what has not changed is the abuse little boys experience if it is detected by their peers that they are gay, or feminine.

Both of my parents saw my brother's gayness by 5 years old. They said that he was not social with other boys, in fact he was extremely uncomfortable in their presence because he had little interest in sports. From the film we made, I can clearly see his feminine gestures and my tomboyish attributes. I loved playing with his Matchbox cars and he enjoyed rummaging through Mom's closet, donning her clothes and running around with scarves exclaiming he was Madame Butterfly.

I was falling for women by the age of 4 at day camp but didn't communicate these controversial feelings until 8.5 as mom professes. My heart would swell and bang against my chest in their presence. My brother however, he kept his emotions bottled up and it wasn't discovered until he was much older. I do wonder if my mother had sat him down and asked him direct questions if he would have divulged his secret feelings. Then she could have developed his creative side, exercised his talents, not berate his inadaquacies. She is awfully sorry for not doing this.

When you're not what is considered "the norm" it can be a scary prospect in American society, especially because religion teaches to hate this attribute.

Sometimes I hear people mention "choice" when explaining homo- sexuality, and unfortunately it isn't a choice, or most of us would have gone the easy route. Your body/groins, heart, brain... craves the same gender. It's not intellectual, it's visceral. It's not a preference as some people say, it's an orientation, a character trait perhaps. It is the truth of my being, my calling, my greatest desire. This is not a habit or disease that can be treated, it is a beautiful [hot] diversion of humanity, making this flatlined world a more colorful place.

Kids are so advanced today, if asked they will probably give you answers that may surprise you. But I would definitely provide gay boys with self-defense classes, karate or some discipline like this. It will give him confidence, coordination and a way to defend himself if need be.

We will always be a minority and a threat to religion or "manhood" and this is NOT an easy path, but at least now it is exposed on reality shows and Network TV and it's not the big dirty little secret as it once was. I hope the video helps open minds and hearts.

MOM ON HER NEW FACELIFT WITH DR. ADRIAN YI

2008-02-13T16:28:00.001-08:00

After seeing the masterful plastic surgery work Dr. Adrian Yi did on Mom, I was finally ready to handle my deviated septum. Dr. Yi's contact information is listed below if you scroll down.

DEVIATED SEPTUM

2008-02-09T05:06:00.000-08:00

I was born with a relatively cute button nose, until it collided with a football in elementary school.

Despite imperfections, I've lived 43 years with a nose that seemingly never deterred hot "straight" ladies from wanting that rogue lesbian experience.

For the past 10 years my nasal breathing has progressively worsened. Every night I use a fan to open the passageways while I sleep, my homeopathic membrane shrinking alternative to Afrin.

Since the age of 16, Mom periodically offered rhinoplasty, but it wasn't until last year, when I popped open a cabinet door into my face, that I took her up on it. With my new swollen beak reflecting back at me, it was urgently time to visit Mom's new Messiah and phenomenal plastic surgeon Dr. Adrian Yi in Encino, California.

This was one of the best decisions of my life. Not only can 'the worst deviated septum the Dr. had ever seen' breathe much better, but I am incredibly pleased with my new profile. Dr. Yi's rare blend of perfectionism and class is equally as impressive as his brilliant artistry. From my observations, he exceeds the talents of Beverly Hills surgeons while priced significantly lower - it's that 15 minutes North that allows him to offer the very reasonable fees.

I don't know why Hollywood is so ashamed to fess up to a nose job. Fuck "character" I should have done it years ago!

The surgery was a breeze, not a single complication, although, breathing through the mouth for 5 days while my nose was packed post-surgery, prompted a first dance with Xanax and Ambien prescriptions. As forewarned, the pharmaceuticals brought on wicked nightmares (the usual yet HD enhanced - sweaty chase scenes; scaling walls and hurdling jagged fences.) I ended up regifting the meds for Christmas and endured the panic attacks naturally.

As I am happily married and a contentedly unsocial shut-in, I haven't had the chance to see if my new symmetrical appearance garners more attention. Strangely enough, I've had several people ask if my "attitude has changed." It seems odd to me at 43, that the old douch swan emerges and anyone gives a shit? Really?

Adrian Yi, MD
Aesthetic Surgery Assoc
16311 Ventura Blvd Ste 550
Encino, CA 91436
Phone: (818) 986-7900
Fax: (818) 986-7952
www.dryi.yourmd.com

*A second bow down to Dr. Yi for zapping lifelong freckles right off my face and chest in a single round. I no longer take in the sun and my skin has had a huge healthy transformation. I'm sharing my experiences because in a country bubbling over with unapologetic mediocrity, it's unusual when someone surpasses your expectations. I have never felt more confident with a recommendation. Dr. Yi is a master and a mench.

MAKING OF MY HISTORIC FREEDOM TO MARRY BILLBOARD:
* Check out the old shnoz!

The making of the billboard was shot on 16mm film by Matt Sohn. The posting of the billboard was shot on Hi-8 video by Jill Abrams. The billboard was painted by Raphael Valencia and it was all made possible by the great Rick Robinson who was creative director of Outdoor Systems - Billboards at the time.
MUSIC: MR. ANONYMOUS http://www.mranonymous.net
"Good Vibe" featuring:
Dave Wakeling (English Beat/General Public)
Michael Rose (Black Uhuru)

MY INCREDIBLE WIFE:

MOM APPLIES "THE SECRET" TO AGING

2008-02-09T04:44:00.000-08:00

This video is one of my favorites on youtube because this is classic MOM, telling it precisely how it is. I love you Mom. To see all of my "MOM ON" videos, go to www.youtube.com/jillabrams or check out my book and interests at www.myspace.com/jillabrams

MOM RIPS APART CELEBRITY:

2008-02-09T04:28:00.000-08:00

This was the very first video Mom and I did together for youtube and it elicited lots of attention and new fans. We have been contacted by Network Television a handful of times and we're considering several possibilities although admittedly we're not terribly ambitious about it. Answering to no one allows us to be as irreverant as we please. As I posted on youtube, Mom and I don't necessarily share identical views but her opinionated judgments are too hilarious to forgo.

JILL ABRAMS - BOOK ON ICONIC CELEBRITY:

To preview my book - www.amazon.com

One month after moving to Los Angeles from NYC, Jill landed an unimaginable position working for Barbra Streisand. This colitis inducing, yet life-enhancing experience was enough of a resume punch to assist her gradual ascension up the Hollywood ranks. Historic civil rights activist and former CNN entertainment journalist, Jill Abrams has drafted a humorous and revealing portrait of one woman's odyssey through the complex and often times baffling world of Show Business. From a rare behind the scenes glimpse into the lives of some of the Industry'smost revered stars, comes an intimate collection of short stories, told from an unapologetically candid gay Jewish East coast perspective.

Part professional survival guide, pure amusement as she uncovers the comical truth behind the Hollywood facades and shares the crucial lessons one should know when breaking through the bottom, without the help of A-list connections or a D-size rack. Jill's greatest shock in life was that college didn't prepare her for it. Sure, she was qualified to work at a Nevada Brothel or Melrose Headshop, she was quite gifted, but she wanted more. Off to NYC with BS degree in hand, she spent her gay twenties trying to apply it. Stumbling through the process of elimination, she finally discovered her artistic passion in documentary film production.

She earned her stripes assisting NYC's finest Producers and Directors and at twenty-eight she moved to Hollywood where her wildest dreams quickly unfolded. From her first stint working for Barbra Streisand to interviewing celebrities for CNN Showbiz Today, she paid her humble dues and now comically shares the gritty truth in her new book The Myth, The Muse, The Meshuga. The roller coaster ride from the bottom on up proved both rewarding and painful, a fascinating and funny journey well worth the read.