Election season is upon us. People are deciding left and right (no pun intended) who they are going to cast their vote for. Two more weeks, and everyone will get a chance to throw their ballot into the ring and have their voice heard.
Two more weeks? That’s such a long time! Are you anxious to vote? Itching to be involved in the process ahead of time? Well, have no fear, the Blogger’s Choice Awards are here! That’s right, you can cast your vote for just about any blog you could possibly want.
Including yours truly! Click here and vote for Snailbird.com in the Best Blog About Stuff category. Really, you know you want to. Go on!
I’m celebrating October as Breast Cancer Awareness Month, but I probably should be making my blog a rainbow of gay goodness. Why? It’s GLBT History Month as well.
I kept meaning to blog about it earlier, but it continually slipped my mind. I’m a horrible gay person. Today, they’re celebrating Rosie O’Donnell, but the most influential person to me on the list of 31 icons is Melissa Etheridge. I cannot recall a time when she wasn’t in my life somehow. So many mornings, I woke up to her voice flooding the house, or riding in the car and listening to the many tapes my parents had. Maybe, in an odd way, I have her to thank for having such an open family. When I came out, it wasn’t the horrible experience that so many others have had to endure. Even before I came out, I remember my mom telling me a story about something that happened to her and my dad at a Melissa Etheridge concert. They were riding in an elevator and two gay boys started making out and fondling each other and my mom asked them to stop. Of course, they both became extremely defensive and immediately thought my mom was attacking them for being gay. It wasn’t that at all, and she was quick to inform them that she didn’t mind at all that they were gay, she just didn’t want to be stuck in an elevator with a couple, straight or gay, who couldn’t keep their hands off each other. It was uncomfortable. The couple apologized sheepishly but nobody could really blame them – it’s kind of instinct, you know. The rest of the ride went smoothly.
That story was, I guess you can describe it as a security blanket, when I decided to come out to my parents. I’m not saying Melissa Etheridge opened their eyes to the gay culture, but maybe it helped. In any case, Melissa Etheridge isn’t just an amazing singer, she’s also a GLBT activist, AND she works well into my currently WP theme because she’s a survivor of breast cancer. She’s an all-around influential person in my life.
In celebration of GLBT History Month – who is your most influential icon in the gay culture? And for anyone else who might stumble upon this, who is your most influential icon in any culture?
And we’re back up, with tons of help from my previous host. Thanks a bunch, Dan!
I’ll be making quite a few changes to reflect the new domain name. For now, I’ll work with the old set up and the old title of Coyote Dreams until I get up the new theme that I’m working on. The old site will continue to redirect to this page, but it’d be helpful if everyone updated their links.
I’ll blog for real when I get a chance to. Right now, the house needs to be cleaned (after which the cats will once again knock everything down and undo any work I might actually accomplish). Hey, at least it makes me feel better. Even if it is just a half-hearted attempt.
I purchased a domain recently, so this blog will be moving in the near future. Just a heads up.
I’m really sick of politics. (I really love kittens though and there’s currently one in my lap purring like he’s got diesel truck stuck in his chest – how can kittens be such terrors one moment and the next absolute cuddlebugs? Maybe he’s finally forgiven me for giving him a bath this morning. He looked more like a drowned rat than a cat when he came out.)
I digress. I’m sick of politics. This election can’t come soon enough. o.0 I honestly don’t know why I said that, since I’m almost positive that’s just going to make things worse. No matter who we end up with, it’s not going to magically change. They act like it will, they pledge that it will, they make promises like a Hope Faerie is going to come from the sky and sprinkle us all with Change dust, but everyone knows it’s not really going to happen.
Or maybe I’m just too much of a pessimist. I prefer the term cynical optimist, but everyone is different. I’m just sick of politics.
