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How am I different today than I was yesterday? What world to I want to live in now?
I will probably consider this election the defining one in my maturity. This is the first election I have paid attention to candidates all down the ticket instead of voting straight party lines.
This is the first election I have voted for people and against chickens, and did no good in either case. ( a little levity here folks)
This is the election that I truly believe has allowed me to recover a little bit of my idealism and not feel like a fucking schmuck for wanting a bright, articulate, idealistic president to represent my country regardless of his party.
This is the first election that I have repeatedly called a vice presidential candidate a stupid cunt, and I've never regretted referring to her that way.
This is my first election as a wife, and from the start it's been different. The coincidence of timing that put my wedding 4 days before the passage of Proposition 8 made me realize how truly abhorent I find discrimination. It has made me a fighter and a weeper. I wept this morning, in bed with my husband, for my friends Jefferson and Alex. I wept in fear for the legality of their marriage, and fear for how far we have to go. I couldn't take joy in the election of my bright, articulate, idealistic president because I truly feel that I am lessened by living in this world, where stong and solid people like Jefferson and Alex are second class citizens.
And this is the election that made me realize that it's not just money I need to contribute, but time and energy and work.
And so I ask you... What is there to do, besides send people money and sign petitions? What can I do?
We are all sad, we are all betrayed, we are all capable of doing something else and making a small difference turn into a large difference...
What's next?
I will probably consider this election the defining one in my maturity. This is the first election I have paid attention to candidates all down the ticket instead of voting straight party lines.
This is the first election I have voted for people and against chickens, and did no good in either case. ( a little levity here folks)
This is the election that I truly believe has allowed me to recover a little bit of my idealism and not feel like a fucking schmuck for wanting a bright, articulate, idealistic president to represent my country regardless of his party.
This is the first election that I have repeatedly called a vice presidential candidate a stupid cunt, and I've never regretted referring to her that way.
This is my first election as a wife, and from the start it's been different. The coincidence of timing that put my wedding 4 days before the passage of Proposition 8 made me realize how truly abhorent I find discrimination. It has made me a fighter and a weeper. I wept this morning, in bed with my husband, for my friends Jefferson and Alex. I wept in fear for the legality of their marriage, and fear for how far we have to go. I couldn't take joy in the election of my bright, articulate, idealistic president because I truly feel that I am lessened by living in this world, where stong and solid people like Jefferson and Alex are second class citizens.
And this is the election that made me realize that it's not just money I need to contribute, but time and energy and work.
And so I ask you... What is there to do, besides send people money and sign petitions? What can I do?
We are all sad, we are all betrayed, we are all capable of doing something else and making a small difference turn into a large difference...
What's next?