& today in crafts class we were working on fun little valentine’s day stuff. It was so much fun until people started bickering. Words like, “queer,” “he-she,” “shemale,” & “retard” were thrown around the room faster than I could respond. When I tried to explain how hurtful these words were, some especially hurtful to this population, they just did not understand. I know sometimes they just cannot. I know sometimes the words they use are just echoes of the language they hear used around them day-to-day, amongst family & friends.

The silence after I spoke was just so fucking uncomfortable & I just wanted to cry.

many of my friends are anti gay marriage. i hear a lot of talk about assimilation & all of the other issues we should be working on instead. while i agree wholeheartedly that there are some other huge, urgent, systemic issues that are left unaddressed by the wider queer community i am also a greedy fucker & i want all of my rights. i don’t want to work my whole life for one inch, i want to take a fucking mile. i am disgusted that this country is really still so backwards that they do not recognize they are denying citizens their rights by denying equal marriage rights. i am disgusted. it feels wrong to me that my current relationship comes with certain privileges that past relationships did not have (legal as well as social).

i want to get married someday. call me an assimilationist or whatever you like, but i want a partner in crime & if that has to be a literal title so be it — we are getting married.