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Greatest post on Craigslist ever.

http://sandiego.craigslist.org/csd/pol/908808415.html
In response to Proposition 8, which bans marriage between two people of the same sex, having just been voted into law by California.

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Fuck you. Yes, I'm talking to you. I'm done being polite about this, about pleading my case with civility and discourse.

Fuck your arguments about children, education, or "activist judges", because it's about none of those things, and you know it. You hide your bigotry behind lies and political rhetoric.

Fuck your argument that the only good family unit contains a mother and a father. I was raised by a single, awesome dad, and I turned out pretty fucking great. Fuck you for marginalizing my childhood.

Fuck your arguments about the sanctity of marriage, my partner and I have been together fourteen years, what makes your marriage more worthy of state recognition? Spare me the lecture. Or, make divorce and quickie weddings illegal, too.

Fuck your arguments about the history of marriage, learn its *real* history, which is hardly confined to the last few centuries of Christian belief. If the church didn't want this day to come, they should not have let the government take over marriage. But since they did, and since government should treat everyone equally, we are here now. We're not the concept of marriage as it stood three hundred years ago, we are here, right now. Act like it.

Fuck your argument that it's about freedom of religion, which only proves that it's a clear violation of the separation of church and state. How would you like it if I voted on your religious rights, too?

Fuck your arguments about the "slippery slope" it would create, in either marriage or democracy. Give society some fucking credit for having a modicum of common sense. A sudden wave of marrying dogs and widespread polygamy won't happen, and you know it.

Fuck you when you say that civil unions should be enough, because separate but equal isn't equal, and you know it.

Fuck your excuses about the will of the people, because sometimes all that amounts to is mob rule, especially when that mob is created through fear and lies, religious dogma, and massive out-of-state funding.

Fuck you for saying "oh, please understand that *my* personal decision isn't driven by religious beliefs or moral propriety," because underneath it all, it most certainly is... and if you're dancing around that issue to justify your vote some other way, you're in denial.

Fuck you for saying "some of my friends are gay" and still voting yes, because it doesn't hide your bigotry. Your actions are your words.

Fuck you for making me a second-class citizen.

Thankfully we have a President now who acknowledged my existence as a Gay American in the first few minutes of his acceptance speech. Maybe, in time, his efforts at unifying this country will be successful for all of us, gay and straight. I don't always agree with Andrew Sullivan, but he had a great post tonight that said "We must never let popular votes affect our own internal sense of our worth, our equality, our dignity as human beings. Our marriages are real; all that is at issue is whether a majority will recognize them in law. The next generation already does."

-Anonymous

Cohabitober

There is no doubt that CHANGE is in the air. There is the CHANGE touted unrelentlessly by one presidential candidate, and then there is the CHANGE, re-labelled as REFORM, touted by the other. And then there is the CHANGE of the greatest kind, the CHANGE in one sad sod's life that brings about a long-lost thrill of beautiful uncertainty and hope. This is the CHANGE I'm devoured by. I am anxious. Hopeful. Excited. Nervous. Scared. It's CHANGE, by golly. And any real CHANGE is always terrifying. It's a breaking of tradition of years of comfortable personal habits. It's saying goodbye to a former life, and it's saying great big hello to a new one.

I'm thinking about Rosh Hashanah, and how my Jewish friends will be celebrating a New Year, and pondering their lives as they were this past year, making amends, living life anew. I'm thinking about how, on this high holy day, I will be starting my new life, with the one I love, making amends with my past, and starting down a fresh path. I am so full of emotion, I feel like my heart will burst.

This October, I am not alone. CHANGE has rooted like a weed in those around me, spreading low and fast among the hearts that are open to it. It's an interesting time for us. I look forward to every second, never taking any of it for granted. We all seem to be brought back together, to these moments of CHANGE. Beautiful, uncertain. We are all in this together.

I love you. I love us.

BSG:

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Yay Denys.

Just for fun, here is the first book I ever "published," verbatim, all spelling errors included and sans art, since I don't feel up to scanning it all. Third grade. Guess what movie I just saw. This may make a lot of sense in many ways to some people.

SUPER MOUSE the MOVIE

Written and Illustrated by Lysa Opfer
1979 All rights reserved.
First Edition. First Printing.
Printed in the U.S.A.

Dedicated to my best friends, Denys and Cheri

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Far off on a distant planet called Mousetonee, there lived a whole group of mice. They called themselfs the Mousetonees. And they all lived in a mouse-ship. It looked like a big mouse.

One day, the Mousetonee's leader's wife had a baby boy. It was just like all the other mice.

One day a comet hit the mouse-ship.

It had death-rays in it. So the leader sent the baby mouse in a mini-mouse-ship hoping that it would land on a different planet far away. The planet of Mousetonee exploded.

Thousands of mice all over the planet died, but the baby boy did not die because he was sent out into space.

He only traveled for 3,000,000,654 miles. He was learning how to control the ship and the ways of space. And soon, his mouse-ship crashed on Mouse.

His mouse-ship was dented badly. He got out of the ship and crawled very fast all the way over to Mostate.

The mini-mouse-ship exploded when he crawled to safety just in the nick of time.

For the next few years Supermouse lived in Mostate taking care of himself.

Supermouse grew to be five years old and then he went to school. When he finished with college he went on a trip to Hawaii. He loved it so much, he decided to stay.

The first person he met was Denys. Otherwise known as the greatest hawaiian dancer of Hawaii.

And then, he had to go back to Mostate so that he could earn money. There was a sworm of tornadoes in Mostate. Supermouse saved thousands of lives by land, sea and air. People's homes got wrecked. Some people survived the death of their lives.

So he went back to Hawaii. There he found Denys. She was dead! So was everybody else! How could this happen? Then he stared at a volcano. There was lava all over the place.

Then with a twinkle of his toes, and a twinkle of his fingers, he pushed all the lava without getting burned, back into the volcano.

He snapped his fingers and woke everybody up. And they thanked him as much as possible. Some of them said, "What happened? Where am I?"

The next day, a plane flew over Hawaii, and he saw two people get out. The first person he saw getting out of the plane was Miss Mouse.

She was very pretty. She thought he was very handsome, so they got married. And they lived happily ever after. As for Denys, she got married too.

THE END