Monday, December 12, 2016

I'd rather throw a punch than bat my eyes

I went to the beach with my best friend for awhile.

I'm back now. I missed you, too. It's good to miss people from time to time. That hole you feel when they go away is meant to remind you not to take them for granted when they're standing right in front of you.

I haven't taken an American History class in a year or twelve, but wasn't this the type of shit the Electoral College was designed to stop, not advance? Maybe I'm misremembering.

I have to tell you this story that happened while I was galavanting along the Forgotten Coast with my bff (I finally learned what that second F stands for).

We walked into a place for breakfast and one of the waitresses points to my shirt and says, I love your shirt! 

I was wearing my NoH8 shirt.

She ended up chatting us up at the end of our meal (she wasn't our waitress). She asked about my shirt and we chatted about Orlando and about trying to make this world a safer place for those who might feel less so now that we've elected that asshole.

She told us about her gay son. And about the local mechanic who said some hateful things that made her realize she needs to find a new mechanic.

I asked her if her son works at the grocery store. She smiled because she knew exactly who I was talking about. No, he's not my son but he is definitely one of my gaybies!

She gave me something resembling faith in this deepest part of the South.

I dunno what happens in the four years following January 20, 2017.

I just know I am ready for a fight.

Titty sprinkles!