Four years ago today, I was a 20 year old, registered voter, in favor of Obama, awaiting the results at the Chinese restaurant I was working at. I remember being hopeful for a change. He was someone I trusted and whose ideals met mine. He won the election and I was completely choked up all night. I heard The Beatles “Imagine” on my way home and couldn’t believe I had witnessed and participated in such an amazing and monumental election.
Four years later, I walked into the polling office, for a second time. I was voting for a man who believed in women’s rights, gay rights, the middle class, peace, truth, and so much more. I waited anxiously by the television with my female roommate, who also voted for him. We were nervous and excited and scared.
He was finally announced our president of the United States of America. I stayed up to watch his acceptance speech and cried. I shed tears of happiness because I honestly felt that my body was going to be safe. That my gender wouldn’t be forced to make a choice they didn’t want. That a man’s religious beliefs wouldn’t tell me what I can and cannot do with my vagina. I felt like we were all going to be okay. That this was not the better choice but the right one. My president. Our president.
I am so thankful to have him still.
I want YOU (by Nicole Dybel)
Most of the items for my Halloween costume were thrifted. I had a basic, glittery idea in my mind before I went out looking for pieces but it evolved into a more classic style. It mixes masculine accessories (suspenders, blazer, beard) with feminine features (long curly wig, red lips, short shorts). My favorite thing about this costume were the amount of fun accessories I had with me throughout the night. I love the way it turned out, beard and all! Make sure to vote ;)
Finding out someone you care a lot for, be it a friend, doesn’t care nearly as much, is hurtful. How have I not known about such a major conflict in our relationship? It’s been going on for so long and I had no idea of the image I was to someone I’ve never met. Honesty is important, not only to the one you would assume, but to the other. I will take this as a lesson. And I will try to be strong. For another friendship has slipped out of my hands, once again. This one is fucking hard.
I’m curious. I’m interested. At least I think so and that’s enough for right now.
Some times I think it’s for the best, other times I think you’ve made the biggest mistake.
Just because someone has the potential to make you happy doesn’t mean they do make you happy. Addiction and drugs; and it’s not the way it’s supposed to be.
gotta find another place… maybe one i can stand.