DING DONG, THE MOTHERFUCKER'S DEAD
It'd be great if my family could show any level of enthusiasm over this at all? Seeing as I came out to them as bisexual* what, almost four years ago? They know that this is a law that, had I wanted to join the military, would have affected me. It would have, and has, affected people I know. It was a discriminatory piece of utter fucking bullshit, and I hope it rots in a specially reserved corner of hell where it gets stabbed with burning hot pokers every hour, on the hour.
I'm getting really fucking tired of my queerness being this silence that we shape ourselves carefully around, that I let myself bend around because I've just - I did this already! I did the coming out! It's someone else's turn to do the work now. *petulant* But the only thing to do, I guess, is to pull it out into the open, beam one of those interrogation spotlights square onto it, and make everyone just freaking deal already.
tl;dr, to sum up, blah blah: DADT REPEAL TASTES LIKE VICTORY FOR REASONS THAT ARE NOT DISTANT OR THEORETICAL FOR ME, FAMILY. IGNORING IT WON'T MAKE IT GO AWAY.
*Which. Yeah, that one needs to be revised, but that is A POST FOR ANOTHER DAY when I'm up to writing an entire fucking treatise on the state of my sexuality.
You know what, fuck it all. I'm going to browse around the internet and look at all the paroxysms of joy like they're fricking Christmas lights, and then I'm going to let MCR make me happy because APPARENTLY seeing them in concert - oh hey, something else I need to write up - brings back all of the feelings. It's like 2008 all over again, my darlings. Only this time there will be MORE CHANCES TO SEE THEM OMG in the spring, and I can make so many ridiculous plans to haul myself allll around the country just for their stupid faces. (And the amount of swearing I do increases a hundredfold. OOPS.)
I'm getting really fucking tired of my queerness being this silence that we shape ourselves carefully around, that I let myself bend around because I've just - I did this already! I did the coming out! It's someone else's turn to do the work now. *petulant* But the only thing to do, I guess, is to pull it out into the open, beam one of those interrogation spotlights square onto it, and make everyone just freaking deal already.
tl;dr, to sum up, blah blah: DADT REPEAL TASTES LIKE VICTORY FOR REASONS THAT ARE NOT DISTANT OR THEORETICAL FOR ME, FAMILY. IGNORING IT WON'T MAKE IT GO AWAY.
*Which. Yeah, that one needs to be revised, but that is A POST FOR ANOTHER DAY when I'm up to writing an entire fucking treatise on the state of my sexuality.
You know what, fuck it all. I'm going to browse around the internet and look at all the paroxysms of joy like they're fricking Christmas lights, and then I'm going to let MCR make me happy because APPARENTLY seeing them in concert - oh hey, something else I need to write up - brings back all of the feelings. It's like 2008 all over again, my darlings. Only this time there will be MORE CHANCES TO SEE THEM OMG in the spring, and I can make so many ridiculous plans to haul myself allll around the country just for their stupid faces. (And the amount of swearing I do increases a hundredfold. OOPS.)