I'm a few days behind but that's only because I've been working a lot and this is a good thing. It means I'm not nearly as broke as I once was. Hopefully I'll even have enough money to save up and also pay my loans so I can still kick around the idea of leaving Chicago because my car has been frozen in a puddle for the past two weeks. You know how people say "Only in Chicago" and it's not actually just a Chicago problem? Well this is actually a problem that I think can only happen in Chicago unless someone else can tell me a place where one day there is a deep puddle and the next it's a block of ice and this event did not include a water main break. Anyway, here the latest installment nowwwwwww..........
In case no one has noticed, I happen to be an LGBTQ ally. Honestly the only reason I still vote ever is to make sure I can bitch about not having LGBTQ-friendly folks in office or take personal victory in the fact that we do. I go on rants with very little instigation about human rights (being a feminist LGBTQ-supporter that is still very aware of the racism that STILL exists leaves a lot of space to rant about a lot of things). Now, when I finish these rants I either enter in to a very stimulating conversation about human rights OR someone asks if I'm a "big ole lez." The quotes are there because THAT ACTUALLY HAPPENED.
Asking me if I am a lesbian because I'm an LGBTQ ally is like asking me if I'm a chicken because I'm a vegetarian.
I would like to be clear in saying I am not repulsed or offended that I could be mistaken for a lesbian because honestly some of my favorite people are lesbians (or are females that at least identify in the LGBTQ realm) and I wish I was as awesome and self-assured as they are.
Hey Maria. That's you.
Anyway, it is infuriating when this happens because for some reason a popular opinion is that LGBTQ rights don't affect straight people. Well, it does. It affects all of us. Do we really want another generation of hatred? Look at the generation before us, many of them raising children in two separate homes who can't remember when there wasn't a war going on while listening to rich white men discuss who can and can't get married, who can and can't control their bodies, who does and does not deserve federal aide, etc etc. I have more friends than not who have extremely fucked up backgrounds with all sorts of disorders that are very real because of this world we have grown up in. We are not the weakest generation, we are by far the strongest. Friendly reminder that the majority of Obama's campaign was focused on young people because when we know what we want, we get it. It's just the whole knowing what we want thing that's an issue sometimes.
I lost where I was originally going. Oops. Either way this affects all of us. IMAGINE if we were raised in a time where everything we did was actually based in love. By setting a standard that tolerates nothing less than allowing as much love in to the world as possible by going on these tangents, I'd like to think I'm changing the world in little ways every day. Ultimately, if I adopt (I'm not reproducing) children I'd like to not have to explain to them why it's okay Uncle Clayton (best friends get family titles) is married to a man and just have it be okay.
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