Oh, did I mention the gays?

That’s right. Almost forgot…we had an election while mmdc was down. Heh. It’s probably good that the site was down for the count, otherwise it would have been nothing but All Gay, All the Time. As many of you have undoubtedly already heard, California voted on and passed Proposition 8, which amends our constitution to explicitly state that marriage is only between a man and a woman. Which is a total crock of shit, if you ask me.

I spent a lot of time leading up to the election throwing my weight behind the No on Prop 8 campaign. I had no doubts that Obama would win the presidency, and so I saved his campaigning for others to do. I knew Prop 8 was where my support was needed most, and since its passage, I can’t help but feel like I failed the gay community. Then again, in retrospect, a large portion of the gay community failed themselves in this matter. To be frank, Prop 8 supporters were more vocal and more active. Prop 8 detractors…we were like a rag-tag bunch of emo kids waving rainbow flags and hoping for the best. I’m not saying that the No on Prop 8 camp was lazy. I think people were very comfortable with the idea that there was no way Prop 8 could pass. I mean, it still sounds ludicrous to me…a proposition that would amend the state constitution to effectively TAKE AWAY someone’s rights. Who the hell would vote on something like that? How could something that silly…pass?

52% of Californians voted on that damn thing, that’s who. It was a very close race, for sure. But 52% of registered voters in this state think it’s acceptable to take away another person’s rights simply because that person’s sexual preference does not jive with their own. That sickens and saddens me. And now we’re wound up in a battle where 18,000 legally-recognized gay marriages in the state of California hang in the balance; many people are fighting loudly now to save these marriages from falling victim to a possibly retroactive Prop 8 enforcement. And yet still many people are fighting to have the marriages annulled, saying that Prop 8’s language does not recognize gay marriage at all, regardless of when it took place. That’s 18,000 married couples whose happy memories of finally getting a wedding day and the marriage they’d hoped for can potentially be doused with a giant bucket of ice water from the bitter right wing.

How could anyone be so mean? I don’t get it. As good as we try to be, it never ceases to amaze me the deep level of cruelty the human race is capable of. It’s not enough that they’ve blocked gays from legal marriage. Now they want to take away what was legally theirs for less than five months in 2008.

Normally I can’t stand Al Sharpton. I think he’s an ambulance chaser of the religious variety, just like Jesse Jackson. But god bless his soul, he said the most amazing thing last week that made my jaw drop. Partially because it came out of his damn mouth, and partly because it’s the most amazing thing I’ve heard throughout all of this. He was addressing the allegations of the Mormon church’s involvment in the Yes on Prop 8 movement, deriding them for hamfistedly punching their way through the issue like angry bullies, whipping their members into a donating- and voting-frenzy. He said, and I quote, “There is something immoral and sick about using all of that power to not end brutality and poverty, but to break into people’s bedrooms and claim that God sent you.”

I’m still a bit speechless.

Needless to say, the battle still isn’t over. I still cannot believe how easy it is to amend our state constitution. It should NOT have been this easy…not now, not ever. And yet it was. And now thousands and thousands of Californians are being legally discriminated against, at the behest of other Californians. If that isn’t plain fucking wrong, I don’t know what is. I really don’t.

If it would make any impact, I would declare that I won’t marry until gays can legally marry. But that’s not quite as meaningful coming from a painfully single woman with three cats…

Mi Cabeza es Malo

As I Twittered earlier, I had a headache early this afternoon that was so painful, it made me close my left eye involuntarily. I also had a twitch in my right eye from being super tired. I’d spilled some stroganoff on my blouse during lunch and it left a wet-looking spot.  My hair elastic snapped after lunch and I was forced to use a regular rubber band that made my hair crazy and a bit knobby. Put this all together and I looked to be in desperate need of a helmet and drool strap. This would have been the perfect moment for today’s 365 photo. However, I was not that lucid. Sorry. You’ll just have to go with whatever wacky mental image you’ve conjured up. Please. Let’s make sure I’m fully clothed. Pervs.

WTF Did I Just See?

Roscoe…my orange cat? Yeah. Roscoe…for some strange reason…keeps trying to mate with Dief’s back. Or his hip. Whichever Roscoe decides is the best spot to bump and grind on at that moment in time. It’s really fucking disturbing to walk in on. Dief will be laying on my bed, trying to nap, and Roscoe will be clinging desperately to his back, digging his back feet in and twitching his netherbits (do cats even qualify for the term “netherbits”? I mean, everything in their body is pretty much just lateral to everything else. Lateralbits?), giving off the occasional grunt. The first time I caught him, it was funny. The second time, merely amusing. Now, after catching him for the FIFTH time today…THIRTEENTH time this week…it’s definitely lost its charm. Dief always looks really bored or like he’s given up on trying to not get molested. And Roscoe is hanging on for dear life, frotting away at whatever clump of fur presents itself first. I’m about ready to have him castrated entirely. I have no idea what has suddenly brought this on. Now. After all these years of not being the least bit horny. Maybe he’s been peeking at the kitty porn while I’m AFK?

All I know is…my bedroom is starting to smell like cat cock. I’m not happy about this.