Taking pride in telling you to fuck off and die.
Newsflash:
Sorry to disappoint you all, right-wing folks, but I have news for you: I ain't leavin'.
Yeah, I see that. No, don't think I wasn't up way too late last night staring feverishly at my computer screen watching the results. No, I'm not blind.
I know you think you've won. I have to concede victory for now. But I ain't leavin'. I ain't leavin' Ohio, and I'm certainly not leaving America. Maybe you thought we'd all bugger off if you could elbow us into a corner hard enough, but...nope. I grew up here. This is my home, where my friends and my family are, and if you thought it was that easy, you'd better think again.
This is my country too. Half of the country thinks the way I do. Half of it feels that this is bullshit. And I hope that nearly half of it is willing to stick it out, too, like I am.
Fighting for a cause does not mean dying stupidly for it, or bailing when you think you've suffered a major hit. It means taking the punch to the stomach, the roundhouse to the jaw, falling flat on your ass, groaning, getting back up, and buckling down for the long haul. Living with your cause, even when it seems like you're always pushing that goddamn boulder back uphill, is so much harder than dying for it. But it's the only way to keep it alive.
I'm joining Stonewall Ohio and finding a feminist group to work with. I'm going to be more active. I'm going to read, and I'm going to stay aware, and I'm going to speak out, and I'm going to live my life without letting all of YOU tell me how it should be led. I won't back down, and I won't bail out, and I won't leave this place in your hands. If my bra-burning, hardcore feminist momma could tough it through 'Nam and eight years of Ronnie Ray-gun, I can manage another four years of Shrubya.
So get used to it.
Sorry to disappoint you all, right-wing folks, but I have news for you: I ain't leavin'.
Yeah, I see that. No, don't think I wasn't up way too late last night staring feverishly at my computer screen watching the results. No, I'm not blind.
I know you think you've won. I have to concede victory for now. But I ain't leavin'. I ain't leavin' Ohio, and I'm certainly not leaving America. Maybe you thought we'd all bugger off if you could elbow us into a corner hard enough, but...nope. I grew up here. This is my home, where my friends and my family are, and if you thought it was that easy, you'd better think again.
This is my country too. Half of the country thinks the way I do. Half of it feels that this is bullshit. And I hope that nearly half of it is willing to stick it out, too, like I am.
Fighting for a cause does not mean dying stupidly for it, or bailing when you think you've suffered a major hit. It means taking the punch to the stomach, the roundhouse to the jaw, falling flat on your ass, groaning, getting back up, and buckling down for the long haul. Living with your cause, even when it seems like you're always pushing that goddamn boulder back uphill, is so much harder than dying for it. But it's the only way to keep it alive.
I'm joining Stonewall Ohio and finding a feminist group to work with. I'm going to be more active. I'm going to read, and I'm going to stay aware, and I'm going to speak out, and I'm going to live my life without letting all of YOU tell me how it should be led. I won't back down, and I won't bail out, and I won't leave this place in your hands. If my bra-burning, hardcore feminist momma could tough it through 'Nam and eight years of Ronnie Ray-gun, I can manage another four years of Shrubya.
So get used to it.