When you need it the most it is the most lacking.
So my mom apparently had been feeling dizzy today and decided to go to the doctor with my dad, while standing in the doctor’s office she passed out for no explainable reason. So now she’s in the hospital, and no one really knows what is wrong yet.
I really don’t know what to do about this. Just… ugh, fuck.
The leaders of the LGBT movement have done us a disservice for far too long by avoiding the impolitic reality that being queer is about who we love, how we have sex, and how we choose to express our bodies. Instead, they argue for our civil rights under watered-down pretenses. To hear them tell the tale, we deserve health care and an end to hate-fueled violence just because “we can’t help how we’re born.” We deserve job protections or marriage rights because we’re “just like everyone else.”
In fact, we deserve all of this and more simply because it’s nobody’s business what we do with our bodies as long as we’re not hurting anyone. Arguing otherwise forces us into a posture where we’re apologizing for our own existence — promising that we’ll take up as little space as possible in exchange for whatever considerations the heterosexual majority can spare. Is it any wonder we’re still struggling to overturn a policy called “Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell”?” —The Real Stonewall Legacy | The American Prospect (via igather) (via ackb) (via notthatkindagay) (via adeandabet) (via michaelnothing)
My throat still feels like crap, but I’ve got the sexy phone operator voice from my chest congestion. I love my voice like this even if I feel like crap otherwise, haha.
I’m ridonkulously busy so far today.
I feel like something crawled into my throat and died today. It’s not fair because it’s not like my mouth saw any action yesterday other than screaming and throwing back iced tea vodka.