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What the hell do we do now?

(I started this post on Wednesday morning, and have been ruminating on it ever since. At the heart of the Amendment One issue is the notion that we shouldn’t even be voting on this- we shouldn’t vote on people’s rights!- and it makes crafting an argument or response difficult emotionally.

Anyway, this isn’t perfect, but sometimes you just have to let your imperfect thoughts out there and hope people will understand- or ask if they don’t- what you’re trying to get at. What I’m trying to get at here is that with more public pressure, legal challenges, and voting the supporters of this bill out of office, we can beat the Amendment itself. But with better information, gentle but constant reminders, and love, maybe we can change the hearts of the people who voted for this Amendment, too.)

I’m disappointed, sad, but sad, not surprised by yesterday’s vote on Amendment One. I allowed myself to think that we might have a chance once the Republican nominee was set- fewer people who would likely vote for the amendment would be likely to come out- but once the polls started coming in, my heart sunk.

Now NC is the butt of the country’s jokes and the target for its derision for the rest of this news day, if not longer. And the criticism is deserved- 61% of our voting citizens that came out voted for an discriminatory law that is potentially costly as well as dangerous.

I want to scream, “We’re not all like that! We’re still fighting! We will beat this thing!”

But the fact is, this thing- this terrible, awful, hateful amendment- is part of our state Constitution now. We voted these state congresspeople in, they came up with the idea for this amendment, they wrote this legislationlet an outside group write this legislation for them, and then they got out enough misinformed voters (“Vote YES if you think gay marriage is wrong!!!”) to win its passage.

So what the hell do we do now?

We keep talking about it.

We keep speaking out against it.

We keep fighting.

It would be great to imagine that the Supreme Court will sweep in and save the day here (and a ruling on California’s Prop 8 may well force that hand sooner rather than later), but that won’t do anything to change the minds of the people that voted for this amendment. We not only have to keep talking to get this amendment repealed, we have to keep talking to get this way of thinking repealed, too.

I grew up in a very rural county in Northeastern NC. I know that many people back home voted for this amendment (73% for, in fact). But I have friends, living there now, that didn’t. I know many more that grew up there, living in other areas of NC now, that also voted against. We all grew up in the same redneck place, listening to the same racist, sexist, homophobic views from our “old-fashioned” neighbors (and sometimes our own families), and hearing “God won’t love you if…” from our conservative church pulpits…and yet, we voted against. What does that tell you? It tells me that people’s hearts change.

It’s hard to change people’s minds. You can reason with someone until you’re blue in the face, but if their pastor/priest/mother told them one thing, especially if it’s based on their biblical training or their familial upbringing, then you are going to be hard-pressed to change it. It’s wedged in there. By the same token, you could recite scripture to me all day, and it won’t be meaningful in changing my mind, as I’m an atheist.

But you can change someone’s heart. Not on purpose, and not generally quickly, but it can happen. We can talk about the reasons that this amendment is wrong and terrible, and that information will change some folks’ minds. But what about the people that this amendment does wrong and terrible things to? I bet the people that voted for this amendment think they don’t know anyone it affects.

(Although, honestly, there are SO MANY unmarried straight couples with children in rural areas- what in the world were they thinking? I was counting on the self-preservation instincts of the straight folks to help out in voting against. This is one reason I say there was a lot of misinformation spread about what this amendment would really impact. But I digress…)

But all these people, they DO know someone it affects. I can guarantee you that almost everyone in my home county that voted for this amendment DOES know someone who is LGBTQ. They DO know someone that is in an unmarried, committed relationship. They DO know a child that depends on an unmarried partner’s insurance and legal protections. But the amendment wasn’t presented to them in that way. It was presented as a referendum on gay marriage, and if you’re a conservative Christian, you might feel as if there is only one way you can vote. (My conservative, evangelical friend Jimmy would like to tell you different, however.)

We have to get people talking about people, not ideas. It’s easy to say, “Gays are sinners and are going to hell.” It’s a bit harder to say, “My friend George and his partner, Keith, who take care of Keith’s grandma and also mow Mr. Johnson’s lawn since he got hurt are going to burn in the fiery pits of hell.” I’m not suggesting that LGBTQ folks should feel the need to be poster children for upright behavior so that the people that irrationally hate them will change their minds (and my sincere apologies if it came out that way!) What I’m trying to get at is that once you’re presented with a person- a real, live person, one that you know, one that is not a scary figure in the distance, but a co-worker, a neighbor, a friend, a family member- then it’s much harder to say that person is lesser than, unworthy, second-class.

“We are real people, not platforms.” -Caitlin Breedlove, co-director of SONG at a post-Amendment One press conference

I’ve seen people’s views on race and sexism change over my thirty-five years. I believe that we can change people’s hearts on LGBTQ issues, too. We can drive a little wedge of love in there. And then we can beat this thing.

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Amendment One

If you live in North Carolina, chances are good that you’ve heard a lot about Amendment One, which is on the ballot tomorrow. Amendment One states that “marriage between one man and one woman is the only domestic legal union that shall be valid or recognized by this State.”

Our state constitution already outlaws gay marriage, so the reason for this amendment is not to protect the sanctity of traditional marriage.

In fact, I’m not sure what the reason for this amendment is. It has the potential to take away rights from many different groups of citizens- not only LGBT couples, but also unmarried victims of domestic violence, unmarried straight couples, and the children in those families. It doesn’t protect anything, except the notion of a small group of small-minded people regarding what is appropriate behavior according to their religious belief system.

I have not yet heard an explanation of why Amendment One is acceptable that did not reference religious beliefs. I’m an atheist, but I’m not anti-religion. I have many religious friends who use their beliefs as a reason to do good in the world. I use my personal moral beliefs to try and do the same. We’re on the same page, we’re just reading in different languages- but the meaning is still the same. They don’t force their beliefs on me; I don’t force my lack of belief on them. We respect and honor our differences. This is what our constitution is supposed to do, too- respect and honor that we are a state made up of many different groups of people. We are all citizens and deserve to have our beliefs respected and honored, not legislated. The same people that back Amendment One would be horrified if we suddenly began to write Buddhist tenets or Muslim laws into our constitution. Why is it ok, then, to try and write laws based on one group’s interpretation of Christian teachings?

Once, not that long ago, a group of small-minded people interpreted certain Christian teachings as meaning that it was unacceptable for people of different races to get married, and they made that interpretation the law in North Carolina. Looking back, we’re horrified that such bold racism was the standard. We have to stop Amendment One. We cannot let such bold homophobia become the law.

There are many reasons to vote against this amendment, and many people I respect have weighed in with their opinion on the matter. My conservative, evangelical friend Jimmy speaks out in this video. My liberal friend Matt writes about it on his blog. Progressive mom Ilina passionately describes her views on her blog. And in this article, even noted conservative John Hood presents thoughtful reasons he opposes the amendment.

There are many, many more examples and many, many more reasons to vote against this amendment. But for me, what it comes down to is this- do I want to support homophobia? Do I want to support bigotry? Do I want to support hate, instead of love?

Please vote against Amendment one tomorrow.

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Attack of the Killer Coif!

I’m under attack. Attack from a force so strong, that no man, woman, or styling product can suppress it. It feeds off my body and threatens to entangle my very soul. What is this fearsome foe? It is…

MY HAIR.


(cue the “AAAAAAAAAAH!”, Mike.)

But you, my friend- YOU can save me.

Cut down this villain with a single (okay, hundreds) of whacks from the Mighty Clippers of Justice and your donation to St. Baldrick’s Foundation.

(If you’re unfamiliar with St. Baldrick’s, check out their FAQ. I am shaving my head as part of a St. Baldrick’s event on March 24, 2012 to raise funds and awareness for childhood cancer research.)

Please consider a donation to my St. Baldrick’s Foundation fundraising drive by following the link below (just click on the photo.) St. Baldrick’s Foundation is a volunteer-driven charity committed to funding the most promising research to find cures for childhood cancers and give survivors long and healthy lives. Thank you from the bottom of my heart. All of us working together can make an incredible difference.

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Hanging Out with the Dream King*

Apparently, I wrote this post in the summer of 2010 and never published it. I’m not sure why, as here in January 2012, I still find it amusing (and in the meantime, all of the boy/girlfriends referenced here have become husband/wives.) Maybe it’s because rule 145 of blogging is, “Don’t write about your dreams.” Oh, well. Consider yourself forewarned.

It also reminded me of the concept of “The List,” that mythical “Get Out of Conjugal Jail Free” card that many couples make for fun. I think I need to update my list, but it will still include the lovely Neil Gaiman if he’s anything like his counterpart that lives in my subconscious. That’s not creepy at all, right?

*Obligatory Neil-referencing Tori Amos lyric check title, because it fits, and also because I’m a big dork.

So, from the delirium that only a really bad headache or really good drugs can produce, I had an interesting evening of dreams. I’m sure reading about other people’s dreams is nearly as exciting as reading their grocery lists, but as this blog functions as sort of a journal for me, I’m going to indulge myself. Feel free to look away.

I have this odd recurring dream. Well, actually, I have a few. My dream world is apparently one that believes in mini-series, not movies. Most of my recurring dreams involve dead people. But my most interesting recurring dream involves a living writer and his also very much alive girlfriend.

For the past six months or so, I’ve been dreaming every few weeks about being the girlfriend of both Neil Gaiman and Amanda Palmer. They are engaged, if you didn’t know (and honestly, why would you unless you’re a big fan?) Anyway, the dreams are rather lovely, really, and not usually Adult Themed in any way. In general, we just lie about in a really big bed and cuddle and I listen to them expound charmingly on all manner of things. Yep, my “sexy” dreams are all about cuddling and good conversation. I Am So Old.

Anyway, last night, I was sleeping particularly deeply, and dreamed that I was back home, taking care of my great-granny (yet another recurring dream) and who should stop by to visit me- yes, my dream boyfriend, Mr. Neil Gaiman. Amanda was not along for the trip, which was somewhat disappointing, until he revealed the reason for his journey from Minnesota to deepest eastern NC- he was there to Make Me Feel Much Better. And oh, so he did! I am not ashamed (mostly) to tell you we consummated our dream love. And I’m a discreet lady, and not one to kiss and tell, but I will tell you this- conversation is only one of Dream Neil Gaiman’s many and considerable skills.

When I awoke, somewhat flushed, and relayed this dream to Bill, he was amused. I’ve been trying out enough vitamins to down a hippy elephant, in all different combinations, to try and get some relief on the sleep front for some time now. This level of dreaming at least proves that it’s working a little bit. I think he’s so grateful that I’m not rolling around all night long that he doesn’t care who I bone in my dreams. I was reassuring him the Dream Neil was skilled, but nowhere near as talented as him OF COURSE, when it occurred to me maybe I should ask him about The List.

Y’all know what I’m talking about- The List of Folks You and Your Partner Mutually Agree You Are Allowed to Lie Down with in a Carnal Way at Any Time, Should the Opportunity Arrive, No Questions Asked. Usually, this list includes famous people that there is no possible way for you to ever meet, much less hump, but that’s not the point- you make the list anyway. If Real Neil is anything like Dream Neil, I was thinking, I definitely want him on my list.

So I put the question to Bill, and he immediately agreed. “That would be so cool. I would be able to tell all my friends – Hey, my girlfriend slept with Neil Gaiman, and I’m totally ok with it! And they would all understand. I think it would be awesome if you slept with Neil Gaiman.”

Hear that, Neil? My boyfriend totally approves. Get clearance from Amanda, and we’re on! Or hell, bring her, too! I think she’s pretty cute.

A Week In Evil

A Week In Evil

Here’s some stuff I did this week around the Evilverse and elsewhere:

Guest post at Durhamfoodie on lentils and quinoa: Grainalicious and Beantastic, it’s how we roll! Many thanks to Jo for the opportunity, and also for that incredible post title.

Over at A Picture Worth 1000 Words, a post on why I fundraise for St. Baldrick’s Foundation: Why I Fundraise for St. Baldrick’s

(Obviously, when left to my own devices, I am a terribly boring post title writer.)

A Week In Evil

A Week In Evil

Here’s some stuff I did this week around the Evilverse and elsewhere:

At A Picture Worth 1000 Words: Multitudes

And here on the blog: full of stars

Dreams, they do come true.

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Dreams- they do come true.

As a kid, I spent many a Saturday morning at my great-grandfather’s knee. We would share an orange, or maybe some crackers and hoop cheese. He would pat my head and give me a gentle smile, and then we would settle in for our favorite bonding ritual- an hour of laughing, yelling, and shaking our fists at the TV as we watched professional wrestling.

And now…well, let’s just say that eight year old kid is laughing, yelling, and shaking her fists in triumph.

Tomorrow. Noon. Motorco. LUCHADORAS!

The Nightmare makes her dreams come true.

feelings...nothing more than feelings The Old Lady

full of stars


Occasionally, I come across some old essays that I never posted. Sometimes, the reason is immediately clear: “Wow, this is crappy.” Sometimes, I’m still uncomfortable with the subject matter. But sometimes, I feel like letting past me step up and have her say. This post was written a few months after Mama died, at a time when I was just starting to let myself be happy again.

(written 6/1/2010)

About a year ago, I bought a cheap, silver star necklace at Target. I’d had the idea of a star necklace on my mind for a few months, with no real reason why. It just felt right, it felt like symbol for something indefinable, it felt like metaphor waiting to be written, it felt like it would be cute, too.

I never had a particular interest in stars before, but now all of a sudden, I wanted one on a chain around my neck, badly. I looked at all kinds of star necklaces- silver, gold, encrusted with diamonds or citron and even orange sapphires- what the hell? I looked on Etsy at dozens of hand-crafted, beautiful star necklaces, some with clean, simple lines, some with intricate old gears and other steampunk paraphernalia attached. I couldn’t decide; nothing I saw felt just right.

I wanted something I could wear on a dressy night out, though Lord knows I wasn’t having many of those at that time in my life. I wanted something I could wear every day with my t-shirts and jeans. I wanted something that I could sleep in, wear in the shower, run 26.2 miles in. Something pretty and sturdy and strong and comfortable.

In the end, I found that something while distractedly perusing the jewelry counter at Target on a rare and brief moment away from my child and 98-year-old charge. In a frantic rush to pick up something semi-important and get back to the car (and the kid, and the old lady, and the dog) in less than five minutes, I decided for God knows what reason to glance over their tiny jewelry selection. And there it was- sterling silver, simple but sparkly, and durable. Once I glanced at the price- marked down from $25 to less than $2- I was sold. I grabbed it, checked out, and have been wearing it ever since. The chain broke the first week I had it- no matter. I exchanged it for another chain that also, to my surprise, held another star charm that I had forgotten about. I had selected that charm because it was amber, one of my favorite materials. The shape barely registered until I was scrounging for spare chains.

Ever since I bought that star and put it on, I’ve seen stars everywhere, in significant and symbolic places. In a poem. In a picture. And of course, on me, everywhere that something significant has happened this year. I’m sure the stars are just showing up because I’m finally seeing them. There’s nothing magical about that. But maybe the fact that I’m finally letting myself see them again is the magic part.

A Week In Evil

A Week In Evil

Here’s some stuff I did this week around the Evilverse and elsewhere:

We began our second annual St. Baldrick’s campaign over at A Picture Worth 1000 Words:
St. Baldricks Fundraising Campaign Begins!

Also at A Picture Worth 1000 Words: I Hate Boats

And…in other news…well, I’m just going to leave this right here.
LUCHADORAS. Saturday. Motorco. RAWR!

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For all you crazy cat ladies and/or gentlemen

Whew, it’s been a little heavy around here lately. To lighten the mood, I suggest you click on that cute kitty there to your right. It will take you to a page of adorable cat photos and stories, if you like that sort of thing.