I'd like to thank some people here, and not in a snarky way this time ;)
filthy_lily,
lower_class,
princesswitch,
the_alchemist,
ketsuban,
kali_kali,
marauderthesn,
meifyouwant even though she's not on my flist and many other people I've left out and blame this on alcohol and lorazepam.
Don't know you IRL, might never, but thank you, thank you, thank you for simply being yourselves and thus making me feel like that much less of a freak.
For my letter to the editor, which I will get around to posting, I was invited to the New Orleans Right to Life meeting tonight as a top-of-the-agenda guest.
It's been a long time since I've felt so incredibly out of place. So different. So different in a bad way. But eventually I gathered up the huevos to stop clutching my purse to my chest and stop covering my face with the flyers. I didn't say anything, really, but I sat up straight with my silver double pentacle around my neck, dressed all in black with my cat-eye glasses. I said nothing when someone spoke favourably of Focus on the Family, and nothing when people spoke of screaming outside a clinic, but I pick my battles.
"Right over easy." It's easy to conform. It would have been easy for me to make the sign of the cross, bow my head and pray with everyone else. But I will not dishonour myself by hiding who I am.