Monday, March 09, 2009

coming out

well...i just came out as bisexual on both facebook and myspace...let's see how many of my friends decide to stop speaking to me. i think whoever is bothered by that already has stopped their facebook relationship with me given the blatant support of No on Prop 8 on my profile, and the complaints i sent to them if they invited me to Yes on 8 facebook groups...but i'm curious to see what happens now. i've come out to my mom...this will be the first that the extended family hears about it...any high school friends...klinton's family...

i'm not really sure why i feel the need to do it, but when i ask myself, "why not?" all i can come up with is, "i don't want x person to find out." and that isn't a good reason. i don't have any shame in what i have discovered about my sexuality, i'm proud of the person that i have become. anyone that is in my life that does not share these sentiments needs to know that they are directly hurting someone they care about.

here goes...

p.s. facebook, can you please come up with better terminology for sexual orientation? i don't like to identify as 'bisexual' because i don't feel equally attracted to each gender, and i think the term perpetuates a gender binary system that needs to end. i don't know which term i like better, and it's awkward to give a paragraph description of your identity, but box-checking doesn't really cover the gamut of human sexuality either.

\end rant.

Tuesday, February 17, 2009

realizations at 2:42 am

I keep plugging along in my quest for employment and I cruise past a billion job openings because they are not my end goal...I think I forgot that you don't usually get the job you always wanted right away. My campaign boss sort of has the jobs that I always wanted, and she got them right out of college...she, I think, is the outlier, and that the rest of us have a bit longer of a struggle. It's okay if I don't get anything really close to what I want right now, because I'll get there eventually, as long as I continue developing the right skills.

I'm not sure if the above paragraph makes sense.

re: lesbian home improvement project

My room got cluttered up pretty quickly after we painted, so it wasn't possible to take a picture of the mastery with the mastery being covered up and all. It's looking a lot better now, so I'll get cracking on those photos.

gah

Sunday, December 14, 2008

people

I don't like them.

What I do like:

computers
people that function and act very much like a computer
equations
clarity
transparency

Friday, December 12, 2008

my first lesbian home improvement project

My roommate and I are moving to some new digs and we're totally HGTVing that shit. We marched down to Lowe's and made a joint purchase of some paint (no power tools this time). We're gonna try to get schmancy using my many years of experience watching Trading Spaces. We'll see how that goes--stay tuned for pics of my mastery/my eternal incompetence.

Friday, November 21, 2008

worries

I don't think my life is going particularly well when I start feeling like I can identify with Courtney Love.

I also had the thought that when I grow up, I want to become something like the Uma Thurman character in Pulp Fiction. That can't be good either.

Friday, September 12, 2008

from the campaign trail

I think I might have ADD.

that is all.

Tuesday, March 11, 2008

did you know...

...that if you're a Kaiser Permanente employee, that you're a bloodsucking, soulless, malevolent piece of slime?

guess what, kids? if you take any sort of anti-depressant, you don't qualify for health insurance!

EVERYBODY IN THE UNITED STATES IS ON GODDAMN ANTI-DEPRESSANTS! MAYBE IF I WASN'T SO SCARED OF WHAT WILL HAPPEN TO ME WITHOUT HEALTH INSURANCE, I WOULDN'T NEED TO TAKE ANTI-DEPRESSANT MEDICATION!!!!!

Fuck you, Kaiser Permanente. "Kaiser Permanente for Individuals and Families is a cost-effective individual health care coverage program. We maintain its cost-effectiveness by only accepting for membership those individuals who successfully pass the medical underwriting screening process."

Fuck you. I hope *you* lose *your* job and that you have to figure out some way to get the medication that makes *your* life livable. I hope your children get in horrible accidents and that you can't afford to keep them alive. When that happens, I'll be there with my charitable organization to secure funds to make sure that your children don't have to die for lack of money. (You, however, deserve to die, and I would really like to be the one to deliver your death.)