Election Day!
I got up at 7am to cancel out my mother's vote today. Yay!
I don't even want to know what she voted for Amendment 2. She was totally wishy-washy about it. She said she'd vote no, but it seemed like she didn't care for doing it. That gays should be happy they don't have to deal with marriage's legal issues, and that she shouldn't be defending it.
Plus, she kept dismissing me with "Whatever, you're voting for Obama. Don't tell me how to vote." When for the past three months all she's been doing is trying to convince me Obama's a communist.
Sorry, but if that's the way we play, we both follow the rules. And just because you didn't win with me on voting for McCain doesn't mean you feel entitled to spite me by supporting an anti-gay amendment (Florida already has four different laws prohibiting gay marriage anyway, but supporting this would completely eradicate domestic partnerships, the little sense of decency and rights we have in the first place).
If someone comes to me with an intelligent view of looking at something, I will listen and possibly even change my view. But correlating two completely separate votes as a reason to undermine what I'm saying is her logical thought process.
Essentially, she found ways of circumventing the gay issue to pass the amendment without offending me. Apparently, if a couple lives together in the same house for five years, and the owner dies, the surviving partner can fight for the property whether the dead person wanted it or not.
So she used me and my father as an example. If my father, who's been absent all of my life and only uses my mother to boink her, finally grows a soul, gives a shit about my mother, and moves into the house, lives here for five years and she dies, he can fight to take the house away from me even though it's in her will for me to inherit. Which, despite the very real fact that neither my father nor any other man will EVER move into this house leaving my mother an aging spinster, is still dumb because it seems like a pretty easy lawyer battle to settle. My father's a douche and was absent all of her AND my life raising me to give me that house. End of story.
When it came down to it, "I'm your gay son" may not have been enough.
Whatever. I don't care anymore. I cast my vote, and that was my say. In the end that's all I have in this family. Or America, really.
It all seems rather futile.
I don't even want to know what she voted for Amendment 2. She was totally wishy-washy about it. She said she'd vote no, but it seemed like she didn't care for doing it. That gays should be happy they don't have to deal with marriage's legal issues, and that she shouldn't be defending it.
Plus, she kept dismissing me with "Whatever, you're voting for Obama. Don't tell me how to vote." When for the past three months all she's been doing is trying to convince me Obama's a communist.
Sorry, but if that's the way we play, we both follow the rules. And just because you didn't win with me on voting for McCain doesn't mean you feel entitled to spite me by supporting an anti-gay amendment (Florida already has four different laws prohibiting gay marriage anyway, but supporting this would completely eradicate domestic partnerships, the little sense of decency and rights we have in the first place).
If someone comes to me with an intelligent view of looking at something, I will listen and possibly even change my view. But correlating two completely separate votes as a reason to undermine what I'm saying is her logical thought process.
Essentially, she found ways of circumventing the gay issue to pass the amendment without offending me. Apparently, if a couple lives together in the same house for five years, and the owner dies, the surviving partner can fight for the property whether the dead person wanted it or not.
So she used me and my father as an example. If my father, who's been absent all of my life and only uses my mother to boink her, finally grows a soul, gives a shit about my mother, and moves into the house, lives here for five years and she dies, he can fight to take the house away from me even though it's in her will for me to inherit. Which, despite the very real fact that neither my father nor any other man will EVER move into this house leaving my mother an aging spinster, is still dumb because it seems like a pretty easy lawyer battle to settle. My father's a douche and was absent all of her AND my life raising me to give me that house. End of story.
When it came down to it, "I'm your gay son" may not have been enough.
Whatever. I don't care anymore. I cast my vote, and that was my say. In the end that's all I have in this family. Or America, really.
It all seems rather futile.