Moving on! Hillary Clinton sent me a nice email to try to calm me down and The New York Times seems to think Biden has foreign expertise or whatever so I’m letting it go for now.

I also am currently inexplicably covered in bug bites and being itchy never fails to make me feel pissed off.

Though I do have a tiny tan colored rabbit hoping around my room so that tends to help everything look a little brighter. (Though a grey bunny overseeing the tan bunnies freedom from the oppression of her cage might tell you differently.)

I also just checked my email from Joe Biden thanking me for the warm welcome and that made me feel all guilty.

So…school starts tomorrow. I have totally been neglecting talking about it. This was supposed to be my first real semester. I was going to take a full course load for the first time and just feel like a real student. I was directing The Vagina Monologues and I am the secretary and treasurer of Women & Men For Awareness. Now? Now I am taking one non-credit course thanks to my financial aid not coming in. Oh and I was denied for a student loan.

When I think about it I get upset thus I have been putting it out of my mind. I don’t know the classroom, I don’t have the books, etc… It just all sucks so much.

So that’s that.

I’m not happy.

When I heard that Barack Obama was planning on announcing his VP candidate via text message I signed up asap. I like being in the know. I’m pretty political even though I usually keep it to myself. I signed up because I wanted to be prepared to do little victory dances around my room. I wanted to know as soon as he announced so I could jump online and order my Obama/Clinton bumper sticker for my car. I was so sure he would pick Hilary. She already has such a HUGE base of voters who love her. How would you possibly turn on those millions of people so close to the big election? Who else could he possibly pick?

Then this morning Kasey told me we had gotten the text just as my eyes were opening to the morning. She didn’t look pleased. Then she told me Obama has picked Joe Biden. What? I think my intense reaction made her smirk a little. I took her small smile as a glimmer of hope. “Oh wait” I said, “Are you kidding?” Alas, she was not.

So you’re are telling me that the new pick for Vice President is a man who couldn’t even make it to the top 5 candidates for President. That shows a lot of promise for how well received he is by the public. Way to go!

I also checked out his stances on the issues I care about and guess what? Many of them aren’t even discussed on his website. Fantastic. I did do further research into him and what he really believes. I found that: “Biden voted for the 1996 Defense of Marriage Act, which prohibits same-sex marriage under federal law. In 2003, he said gay marriage is “probably” inevitable and that if marriage “brings stability” to gay couples, “I don’t know why we should be frightened of that.” Biden voted against a proposed constitutional amendment banning same-sex marriage and also voted in favor of expanding the definition of hate crimes to include sexual orientation.”

I suppose you can look at that as reforming your ways of thinking. Hey I didn’t like gay people in 1996 either. Mainly though that’s because I was a preteen suppressing thoughts of my own homosexuality. (Isn’t that usually the case with gay bashers?) However, I think it can also be looked at as changing your stances to fit in with the times. I don’t know. I guess I should be glad that he seems to be making an effort now, but the fact that he voted against it at the start gives me pause.

Also important to me? Heathcare. Here is what he feels about that: “If elected president, Biden said he would immediately insure every child under 18, “move for catastrophic health coverage” and push health care providers to use electronic record keeping for better cost savings. He would give more leeway to states experimenting with full coverage: “States are the incubators for this,” he said. In 2002, he sponsored a bill that would allow Delawarean small businesses and individuals to band together to purchase insurance at group discounted rates.”

Ensuring kids is great, but the rest sounds sketchy too.

I don’t know. Maybe I’m just trying to find things not to like. I was just so excited about having an election where I really believed in and admired the party I was voting for. Back when it was Kerry vs. Bush I felt like I was voting for the lesser of two evils. This time I didn’t have that feeling. I had a feeling of excitement. At something different. At the possibility of change and breaking the mold of what had been for years a segregated position of leadership. Against women and other races. I was just so hopeful to see Hilary there.

I didn’t like her because she was a woman. That isn’t why I voted for her. Believe me if Condoleezza Rice was running I would vote against her in a hot second. I just admired her and everything she stood for. Maybe she’ll give it another go in four years?

I guess I’m back to voting for someone I don’t favor again. I’m certainly going to vote Obama still. There is no way I wouldn’t put my vote against McCain. I just wanted to be elated about it. It’s hard to think of this as a good thing. Maybe listening to the speeches will sway me. Somehow I don’t think so.

I don’t want to say it, but part of me thinks he picked him because Biden is a white male. Maybe that seemed to be an easy way to make some people (like southern democrats) feel more comfortable voting for him…and that makes me uncomfortable.

Disclaimer: Heres the thing. I am voting Obama. I’m voting for him and I am sure he will be a phenomenal president. I am just annoyed about my favorite VP pick (you know I mean Hils) not being chosen and having to deal with a candidate that I don’t feel like I know anything about. I just wrote this to get my thoughts and feelings out.

That’s all I got. Sorry to get all political on ya. If you want to here about face wash, check out my other site.

There are some incidents in your life that even while they are happening you know that one day it will become dinner conversation you can bring up and let your guest laugh at. Kasey and I had one of those incidents on Saturday morning.

I had been driving around my community all day on Friday well aware that my tank was below the E line. I figured I wouldn’t stress it until the light came on. With the prices of gas the way they are these days that is pretty much how I have been doing it. The light tells me when it’s time to fill.

This has been working well for me.

Cut to Saturday morning. Kasey and I decided to take a drive to Target so we could replenish our mouthwash supply. (Very important, you know. Never mind that we passed many stores on the way there. Target is better and so worth the drive.) We were about 10 miles into the trip (it’s a 10 minute drive) when she said, “The gas light just came on!”. All of the sudden the knowledge that I hadn’t put any gas in still rushed back. “Oh my god! That has been near E for days! Damn it. I totally forgot to tell you to stop. Umm…Don’t worry. If it just came on we should be good. The exit is only three miles up. We should make it there.”

We start driving 40 mph on the highway so as not to use extra gas and we turn off the AC. I think we’ll be alright and this has just been a close call. About two miles away the road slopes upward as we approach a hill. The moment we start heading up it Kasey gets a scared look in her eyes and says, “We’re not accelerating!” Oh shit. I decide that it’s time to go into my calm mode and figure out what we’re going to do. “Ok baby, just pull over. It’s alright.”

She pulls the car onto the side of the highway as other cars and trucks zoom by. We cost along the side for a few feet, but then all the warning lights come on and I decide we better just stop and turn off the car. We sit for a few moments and try to access the situation in our heads. “Do you have the cell?” I ask her hopefully. She feels her pocket. Looks at me with a frown, shakes her head, “No, I don’t.” Great. “Well” I started, “I suppose we better get out and start walking. Luckily the gas station isn’t too far.”

Off we went on the side of the highway walking to get some gas. We had seen my cousin earlier in town at the bank and we started to talk hopefully about the prospect of her driving this way and stopping to save us.

As car after car continued to go by us we continued our journey to get the gas. Eventually we looked back and were no longer able to see our car. I was getting nervous as we approached the exit because cars really aren’t careful around her and it’s one of the busiest exits we have since it’s right next to the outlets. Just as my anxiety was beginning to kick in we noticed a car pulling off to the side of the road. I saw that she had a bumper sticker that said, War is not the answer. I knew we were in good company. We ran up to the window and started talking to the woman and thanking her for stopping. Just as we were talking to her another car pulled up right behind hers. It was my cousin! We let the woman know it was my family and thanked her again. She needed directions so Kasey and I helped her with that too and let her know she was going the right way.

When we got in the car with my cousin it turned out that she had passed us already and gotten off the exit and came back around to get us! I thought that was so sweet of her. She drove us to the gas station where we purchased a 2 gallons of gas and one of those red plastic containers.

Then my cousin got us back to the car and we started figuring out how to work the container and get the gas into the car. It filled very slowly, but we got it in. After that it was smooth sailing. My cousin left to meet her friend (where she had been going originally) and we got the car started, got back off the exit and filled the tank.

I don’t think running out of gas is going to be a mistake we soon repeat.

Then we made our way to Target where we forgot to buy the mouthwash we were journeying for in the first place. We did buy a body pillow and two closet organizers. Go us! In retrospect though I was really glad we both kept our cool and were able to joke, laugh and smile through the whole experience. Everything seems like an adventure when I am with her.

Tomorrow we leave for our anniversary trip to Philadelphia were we will hopefully encounter no more car troubles.

I recently heard the song “Handlebars” by the Flobots in the car with Kasey. She was playing her iPod and it is one of the songs that came up. The song itself was powerful enough, but she told me I should check out the videos.

The first one I found was an earlier version then the animated one she had mentioned. I watched them both and I highly suggest you do the same. I found them very moving and they gave me a lot to think about. If you are wary of graphic content you might want to watch the second one here only. It’s still intense, but the first one feature actual footage.

It’s so interesting the ways a person’s life can turn out. To think that one day some of the people in this world who do heinous things were once little children like everyone else who grew up and started to make a chain of bad decisions. To think that sometimes things are done that seem reasonable, but have terrible effects on other people. Such as the child stamping all those papers. She (possibly he) gets into the groove after a short while and hey it’s actually a little fun. Then you see that the stamp says, FIRED. Then you start to think of all of those people who would then be without jobs and possibly be no longer able to pay their bills or take care of their children.

There is a lot to be said about these situations and what these two videos and this song brings up, but to the point where I almost don’t know where to begin. It brings to mind a saying I have heard, “Here but by the grace of God that could have been me.” I’m not sure who said it. I really don’t like that saying because it implys that God graces some people to suffer and others not to. I get the sentiment, to be thankful and aware because it could be any of us, but I suppose it just rubs me the wrong way.

I don’t want to live my life blindly aware of the atrocities going on. I have often said that if I was alive in the 1960s I would not have stood by and watched while the civil rights movement was going on. I would have been in there. I would have been doing something about it. Would I have really? Sometimes I feel like I stand by all the time while awful things happen without doing anything about it. Granted they aren’t happening right in front of me, but they are still going on. What do I do? I blog about rabbits, eat cupcakes and go on trips to buy soap.

I know we are all (well most people I know) scared to die, but if we are going to do so shouldn’t we die doing something noble? I’m not talking about serving our country either. I support the troops, but I don’t believe in war. I don’t believe that we can end violence with violence. I am talking about putting your life on the line to save someone else. I am talking about seeing someone with a gun, ready to shot. You have the chance to get that gun away from them and save someone else, but you might die in the process. Could you do it? I used to think above all other things I could, but now I am not so sure.

There is the Fight-Flight response, which we can’t control. It’s biological. So to some extent there will always be those who simply in the face of danger have no other ability than to run and perhaps that is the smarter thing to do.

I suppose these videos just brought up a lot of thoughts about disconnection from other humans and the world around us as a whole. I don’t want to be the type of person that lets violence and atrocities happen around me by turning a blind eye. I’m also not sure I have it in me to do what needs to be done.

I am 100% German and I used to say (and sometimes still do say) that I would have rather been taken by the Nazis and be put into a concentration camp and possibly killed than go about my normal life in Germany knowing that is going on all around me. I am a little terrified at the thought that I might not have actually been able to go through with that. Then again I am a lesbian, so they could have just as easily targeted me anyway. (Or was that only gay men?)

Isn’t standing by and letting someone pull the trigger just as bad as pulling the trigger yourself?

On a sort of lighter note I also enjoyed this video for “Going On” by Gnarls Barkley

Intense in it’s own way, but a little lighter and more upbeat.

The manner in which young girls are sexualized seems to just keep rising. I don’t understand why there isn’t more of an outrage about it. You can complain about sexy clothing for young children, but people must be buying it. They wouldn’t be making them if there wasn’t a substantial market for them.

I may live my life way to the liberal left, however, it is clear that companies need a wake up call. In my opinion this clothing is feeding sex predators and encouraging sex predator behavior while also sending young girls mixed signals about their own sexuality and what it means to be a woman. Starting with the Spice Girls who preached “Girl Power!” while basically wearing a bathing suit and platforms. It’s desensitizing.

(Sidenote: You might be hearing more rants from me than usual because I have a lot of different topics on my mind and I really just need to get them out.)

1. Swimwear - Have you checked out the latest beachwear for babies lately? It’s not pretty. First there is this one with hearts and it’s cute and pink. However, I take issue with putting in a baby in a 2 piece bathing suit.

Maybe I could see putting her in just the bottoms, but putting something bra-like on a baby is just too much for me. This one is even tame to others I have seen. Then once they reach the age of 6 they get to wear little girls clothing. That brings me to ones such as this a halter top bikini with openings on the sides of the bottoms. Not to mention that it is white. Now, maybe this isn’t true, but doesn’t white usually become transparant when wet?

Boys of the same age however get nice long trunks to wear that look just like regular shorts!

2. Shoes - I also have a recurring problem about shoes. I can not stand seeing elementary age girls clanking along in any sort of heeled shoe. I’m sorry, it’s just not appropriate. There is no reason for your 8 year old to have heels on unless they are yours and she is at home playing dress up. Let’s start with examples of older girls shoes first.

These gold rinestone t-strap shoes feature a kitten heel and are described as being, “For the prissy little girl who loves to dress up”. You can argue that these are obviously just shoes to play in and not to actually wear, but at $67 somehow I doubt that.

The next pair I have for you are sweet and pink. They also have a sturdy 1 1/2″ heel for “for the little lady who likes a little height.” Which, you know, makes sense because those come in toddler sizes and I don’t know many toddlers that aren’t short. It’s actually the perfect market for them! A little cheaper this time too. Those are only $57!

I thought I should include these marvels to showcase that it’s not only heels that I think are a problem. Knee length boots lined with animal print? They look S&M to me and if I didn’t know they were children’s shoes I would say they were sexy…then you realize these too come in toddler sizes. Don’t worry though with a price tag like $338 (did you nearly spit out your drink?) you probably won’t be seeing these exact boots on your local play ground.

I bet those of you with babies are feeling left out, aren’t you? Don’t you worry! There is no reason just because your baby can’t walk for you to be missing out on all the fun. I bring you high heeled shoes for your baby.

I’m only going to delve into the shoes and bathing suits because that is about as much as I can handle. Maybe it’s just me, maybe I am just being dramatic, but somehow I don’t think so.

Did you know that 56% of Americans would like an adaptation put in the constitution that says we will “allow marriage only between a man and a woman”. Ouch.

Gay marriage is a topic I normally shy away from. I have issues with the institution of marriage to begin with and the whole saying you’ll be with someone your whole life (and sometimes beyond) well…it creeps me out. Lately though, honestly, marriage has been entering my mind. I am not saying anything concerning where I am right now because I am in a brand new relationship and we are pretty much happy just being with each other right now.

As much as I hate it gay marriage laws will effect my life. They will also effect my children’s lives and hell maybe even my grand children’s lives. It’s a little scary. People hate me based solely on who I love. I don’t let that get to me. I could, but I think other people’s hatred is on them, not me. Maybe if I cared more about being liked, but I don’t.

Hate is such a powerful and terrible emotion I try my best to keep away from it. I try to live my life and be loving and just let what other people feel pass me by.

The problem in my opinion is when people use that hatred to treat others as second class citizens. To say that two consenting adults can not marry each other because of one half-assed line in one old book, a book which is supposed to have nothing to do with the laws written, is unconstitutional and insane. Marriage shouldn’t be based on what the state says we can and can not do. It shouldn’t matter if two people have a certificate saying they are legally together. It shouldn’t, but it does. That book does effect our laws. Even to override moral issues.

I don’t have a problem with people who have beliefs. I think it is good to have something to believe in if it helps you. It is this sense of entitlement. Due to people in power being the same religious persuasion as many Americans there is this sense of safety and righteousness. How would those same people feel if someone Muslim was a leader? Not so safe anymore, right? If there is a separation of church and state then why does it matter what the religion of those in power is? However, I feel many religious people know that it matters a great deal because they know how their religion is able to bend the laws and make them fit their needs.

I believe our laws should be for the good of the people. Not the good of some people. Our laws should protect different religious beliefs, not be influenced solely by one. Maybe I am getting off track…

Perhaps that is where the problem lies. Maybe we should look less at who is allowed to get married, but how to make rights equal for those couples that are married and those that are not. I also recently read on article on how gay couples face higher taxes. It’s just the little things like that.

I don’t really care about marriage. I care about having a moment where I promise to stay true to someone else no matter what and raising children with that person. I care about growing older along-side someone else and being able to share my life with them.

I don’t care about my relationship being made “legal”. I do care that if I am sick my wife will have the ability to come visit me in the hospital. I care that I don’t have to worry about people coming after my children because they hate me. I care that my wife will be safe if something happens to me. I don’t want to have to worry about them losing me…and then our kids…and then our house. That is the part that scares me.

I guess the secret is making sure we have a good lawyer and making sure that we always keep ourselves protected.

Still…56% of people wanting to add something to our constitution specifically to take away the rights of an entire group of people. It is sickening. Whether you believe homosexuality is right or not, it is a civil rights issue.

You would think we would have bigger things to worry about. I guess not.

Am I the only one that finds myself getting into ridiculous spats with my significant other?

Current topic: Shaving.

See, I am one of those nutty feminists that think women should have equal rights. Now I am pretty basic in this. I feel that almost every single woman* is a feminist whether she knows it or not, or even likes it or not. (for example: Wearing pants? You’re a feminist! Went to college? Yes, you too!) This isn’t a rant and you don’t have to agree with me.

*HISTORY ALERT* So, yes. I believe that shaving is something pushed on women. I feel like their is enough societal pressure that even if a woman wanted to stop shaving she would be pretty shamed. This stems back to the early 1900s when Gillette came out with the first truly disposable razor and needed to drum up a consistent business. Through advertisements and media they set out to prove to American women that body hair was not only unattractive it was unfeminine. While hair removal for men and women has been around almost as long as men and women themselves it wasn’t considered a necessity or a gender specific practice until that time period.

Do I have a problem with the practice of shaving knowing this? Yes, I do. Do I still shave? Yes. Listen, I shave when I feel like it and when I know my legs and arm pits will be on display. I keep my lady areas in tact, however due to me just feeling like a bare pubic area on a grown woman is seriously creepy.** I just love the way my legs feel when they are smooth!

My point is that one day Kasey and I were talking about this and she mentioned she wouldn’t like it if I had hairy legs and wouldn’t feel the same way about me. Now, I am not about to ever stop shaving my legs, but I was still offended by this. I picked a fight about this and lamented my crazy feminist points about the practices pushed onto women using scare tactics. Excellent! I really recommend all of you pick fights with your significant others about issues that don’t pertain to you. I mean because if those issues did pertain to you wouldn’t you be so mad?

After we discussed this point Kasey became offended that I would suggest she wouldn’t still love me if I had hairy legs and arm pits so now she doesn’t want me to shave anymore! I don’t think this is a very good idea. The last time I shaved was June 26th while at camp. I don’t think this is a very good idea. So much so that I declare it twice.

I mean, we haven’t even been together a year yet. Do we really need to test the strength of our love by letting my hair grow? Yeah, I didn’t think so.

Me and my inane powers of feminist argument. I always get myself into these messes. I think I should just secretly shave while she is at work*** tonight. What do you guys think?

In honor of yesterdays post and because I just love you all so much and I’m all for embarrassing myself on my blog I took pictures! I know, you’re probably so glad you picked today to read me.

See they look pretty normal from here don’t they?

LOOK CLOSER!

Oh no! The beginnings of a leg hair forest!

What about my arm pits, you ask?

I’m not showing you!

Wait a second…you look sort of happy about not seeing them.

Forget that! If me and every other customer who sees me raise my arm when they come in to get a key copied have to see them then so do you!

I’m hanging my head in shame.

Not that I think I should HAVE to shave them though….except for that I don’t really like to have body hair….and it’s kind of itchy and scratchy. Oh forget this whole thing!

Really though I would LOVE to know if any of you have gotten into a semi heated (or even heated!) argument with your partner about something that doesn’t even pertain to you directly.

* Except those FLDS women. I’m pretty sure they are not. Prairie dresses? Check. Lot’s of kids? Check. Minimal school? Check. Subservient? Check. You get my point.

** My opinion only!

*** Work!!!!!!!

Do I really have to say that? Apparently I do. Because this is 1972 and everyone is still afraid of feminism. Sometimes it is still shocking to me that people still have a skewed view of feminism and think that feminists are out to ruin the way people live their lives. I don’t care if someone is a stay at home mom. As long as you made the choice to do so and you’re happy, then I’m happy. I think men that are able to stay at home with the kids while their partner earns money, rock. I think it rocks when both parents work and are able to find a balance and spend quality time with their kids. Find whatever works for you and your family and do it. Having a choice to do what you want with your life is awesome! I promise you that feminists are not trying to change this for anyone. It is when those roles are forced onto someone that I think there is a problem. If you are a woman and you love your job and you make a good living at it you shouldn’t feel obligated to quit (or forced out) just because you have a child.

I am a women’s studies major and I love men. I love men that love feminism more. How hot is it to see a guy talking about how women should have the same rights and privileges as men? Pretty damn hot. Right now I am happily in a relationship with a woman. I have, in fact, been in relationships with women since I was 16. This doesn’t mean that I am anti-men. It means that I am highly bisexual and I can’t deny feelings for someone or the opportunity to build a loving life with someone based on their gender. If my current relationship should end there is the possibility that I might end up with someone of the male variety and that’s cool with me. (I could easily end up with someone transsexual also and that is equally cool with me.)

Just because I learn about male oppression in school doesn’t mean I think all men are oppressive, but you can not deny that women have been and are still oppressed by men. If you are male and reading this am I talking directly at you? No. Many men are also oppressed by other men and sometimes women, but still statistically the difference in men and women’s oppression is vast and variable. Does that mean I don’t care about men who are oppressed? Of course not.

I’m not lecturing and I hope I don’t come off that way. I just had these things on my mind today and I wanted to get them out. Sometimes I live in my flowery, happy, joyful little feminist bubble and I forget how people look at me or think of me sometimes. It boggles my mind that because I want equality people think I am angry and bitter. Right now, right here at this point in my life I am the happiest I have ever been. Me wanting a safe and happy life for all women has nothing to do with my own happiness.

I guess I am just beginning to realize that at least online misogynists are running rampant with hatred for women. I guess it makes sense. There is a billion dollar porn industry online making money off these guys that troll the internet on a daily basis. Still, it is undeniably shocking to uncover. What’s deeper is the hatred of gays. That is another issue where I am usually happily in a bubble. Who could possibly care who I sleep with? The only place is has been noted as wrong is in the bible in one verse about men. Plus religious people read the bible and they all also read in the bible to spread love and hate the sin not the sinner, right? Not some of these people. Somehow the message of love is lost and all they preach is hate. It makes me a little sad for all the good religious people. The ones that leave the judging up to God, or whoever. My parents are both religious people and I know it bothers them that this is what all religious people starting to be seen as.

I think if you love and live joyfully and think of others you will have a good life. I think if you do good things, pay it forward and put others feelings first the world would be better. You can’t change to world with hate. People have been trying to do so since the beginning of time. It hasn’t worked yet. It’s like when a parent hits a child for hitting. You can’t end violence with violence.

Did any of this make sense? I hope so. Thanks for listening my head is just feeling really full and I needed to get this out.

You know that whole adage, like sometimes you forget you are so different until someone reminds you? I missed that 20/20 special on gay PDAs, I was supposed to tape it, but I forgot. I have heard various people talking about it and I have read some things online. I heard someone actually called the 911, they sent the police (who were in on the experiment, could you imagine if they weren’t?) and they told the couple to stop.

I guess I am kind of spoiled. I mean…I do live in a small town with a lot of hicks, but my family comes from that. We have lived here for several generations. When they see me they don’t see a lesbian. They see my parents daughter who happens to be “one of those gays”. I work in an office with my dad, mom and two other employees. So I don’t have to worry about coworkers attacking me or being held back from a promotion. (For now.) I go to college where students are generally more excepting and this is sort of a college/tourist area so people are more used to seeing lots of different people and for the most part it is more go with the flow. When we travel we go places like New York City, Philadelphia and Atlantic City.

I just think a lot of times I forget that a lot of people hate me just because of who I love.

This story struck me because I will admit that I take part in PDAs (public displays of affection) pretty frequently. I’m newly in love! I’m in a new relationship. It’s to be expected. Now I am not saying making out and fondling each other. We can all agree that we don’t want to see that from any couple. I am talking holding hands, head on shoulder in the movie theater, brief kisses. Once we started dancing in Wal-Mart, but it was in the middle of the night and I don’t think anyone minded. Some of those tunes out of the one thing that plays the various relaxation CDs and stuff are catchy!

Most of the time we have no problems at all. Once we were followed in Atlantic City, but I think that was more about getting money from me than us.

Really the only time I have had a problem was when I was 16 with the ex. We were in a local mall and a group of guys started following us and calling us homophobic slurs. They taunted us into a back alley of the mall, but luckily there was a door and we go out into the crowded parking lot to look for my parents. (who we couldn’t say anything to because they didn’t know I was gay then) That was my closest call and I don’t want to know what might have happened if we hadn’t found a way out.

Is this the sort of thing I am going to have to deal with my whole life? I suppose it is. I worry about how people will react once we are a family. I mean…some people (bigoted people) hate interracial families to begin with. We will be an interracial gay family.

I guess all I can do is remind myself that other people’s hatred is on them, not me. All I can do is live my life the best I can and continue to do what I think is right. I’ll just take things one day at a time.

Though, one thing that struck me was they did one of the PDA experiments in Alabama. Making out in Alabama? Are they crazy! I’m honestly surprised all they got was a 911 call. Gay people I know don’t even talk about Alabama, let alone go and make out there. I do like the movie Forrest Gump though.

So…I suppose that is what is on my mind for today. Being reminded that my relationship is different and still hated by many.

P.S. - Kasey was away for the weekend starting Friday morning, but she will be home tonight. Yay!!!!!

So I had a really good time yesterday and I do have stories to tell. However right now I am a little freaked because I just saw An Inconvenient Truth. Holy shit. Have you guys seen this? I mean…I’m not an idiot. I know global warming is the real deal. I just didn’t realize how real. I mean, I did kind of buy into thinking it was still part of the normal warming and cooling patterns…it is so not. I can’t believe all this info is available and being shown world wide and people are still to skeptical to do something about it. That I totally do not get. Even by some ridiculous chance global warming is a “hoax” who would not benefit from working to treat our planet better and being resourceful. Doing better for the environment is win-win and I just don’t understand anymore why people continue to ignore it. If you haven’t seen this movie yet please RENT IT. It will astound you.

What do you guys think?

Don’t worry I’ll be on to more pressing issues soon like how I spent my Saturday and showing you guys the out of control rash I now have due to my new deodorant. (Yes, I had Kasey take pictures.)