“The road ahead will be long. Our climb will be steep. We may not get there in one year or even one term, but America — I have never been more hopeful than I am tonight that we will get there. I promise you — we as a people will get there.”

Ladies and Gentlemen, the New President of the United States, Barack H. Obama. Change inspires Historic Victory. We will not give up the fight we have only started.

Yes we can. Yes we can.

I’m finally going to bed. Good night. Tomorrow is going to be Bright.

The future is Bright.

I cannot even function right now.

Obama won.

I was on the phone with my mom when CNN projected Obama as President. I lost it and started crying I was so grateful and happy and just a mass flood of emotions. After getting off the phone with her, I turned to Ash and the waterworks turned up. I love her. I love my girlfriend. Things won’t change right away, hell, we don’t even know how much they’re gonna change, but things will get better.

I was a staunch Hilary supporter and found Obama pompous, arrogant, and ego-centric, but he grew on me, especially in the last few months. And tonight, I sat with a blanket wrapped around me, biting my already-too-short nails, and waited to hear the verdict on our future.

There is hope. We did it right.

There is hope.

A Plea to the Powers that Be.

We voted. Have you?

Obama for President. Please let it be. Let it be. Equal rights are too big of an issue for me to want anyone else as President. You would think that more people would believe in it, but they don’t. Sad, but true.


I don’t want to go four more years feeling like a second class citizen because of my sexual orientation. I don’t want to keep feeling sub-human for loving who I do. I want to be equal. Dammit, I am equal, but is it selfish of me to want everyone else to see me that way? I think it’s my right as a citizen of the United States. It’s my right as a human being.

I want to stand beside my girlfriend, and tell her I love her, and someday say “I Do,” and I want to do it all in my own country if we want, and I want it to be legal. I want everyone to see us as a legitimate couple. It shouldn’t matter, really, but it’s become a matter of face now – I won’t back down and let someone tell me I shouldn’t be allowed the same privileges as a heterosexual couple simply because I’m a woman in love with another woman. I deserve equality. We deserve to be equal.

Obama for President.


Lesbians for Obama!

Of course I’d be hit with the “No People” bug today. Of all days. A little look into my not-so-secretive personal life: I was diagnosed with Social Anxiety Disorder a few years back (among other things). Nowadays, it’s better than what it used to be (I’ve been known to have panic attacks in malls and break down into tears whenever I had to leave the house for school), but I’ll still have my off days, usually when it’s triggered by something. Yesterday, I had a slight break down due to an uncomfortable message I got online, and today I’m having residual feelings of negativity.

What this basically means is that I’m going to have a hard time stepping out of the house and being around people. It’s election day. There’s no way I’m not going in to vote. I’m just hoping that by the time we get there (after noon when Ash gets off for work), people will be too busy registering and voting to look at me, because, really, it’s the looks that set me off. If I notice one person looking at me, I crumble into a pathetic pile of incomprehensible mush. Maybe in the next few hours I’ll be fine again and thing won’t set me off, but we’ll just have to see.

Anyway, I’ve finished my breakfast of strawberry yogurt and pinapple, and I’m going to try and be productive until Ash gets home. Time for some art!


Pre-Election Day Jitters.

Well, it’s true. Tomorrow is voting day. Tomorrow will either end with great jubilation on our end, or total devastation. I honestly don’t know what will happen if McCain wins. Actually, McCain I don’t mind – the old McCain had some really progressive ideas and probably would have made a good president; however, this new guy running seems like a pushover who keeps taking steps backwards towards the frothy fires of doom and despair. And Sarah Palin? Scariest piece of existence on the planet.

With her as president (because, let’s face it, McCain’s old and won’t last long), Ash and I will most definitely never be allowed a legal marriage, at least in the U.S. And I highly expect any rights we do have as a gay couple will be quickly revoked. It’s a scary future we face as gay citizens if she is Vice President.

So go out and vote tomorrow. Make it count.

Even if, by some stupidity on the part of the electoral system, McCain wins, I’ll just tell you right now, no one is gonna stop me from loving my girlfriend. Not the government, not the President, and certainly not some beehive bimbo from Nowhere, Alaska with a vendetta against wolves and polar bears.

Maybe the change won’t happen right away, but I’m feeling oddly optimistic right now. It’ll come someday. Change. It seems like a fantastical concept.

Remember to vote.