|DIARY OF AN URBAN MILKMAID|
|Looks like I'm growning again.
No, not my ass.... Me.
My inner self changes in fits and starts. I sit around, a soul-less consumer, or overloaded on current events to the point where I have trouble caring about anything. I guess during those quiet times, I'm resting up.
Not anymore. I've taken some action, and it makes me feel pretty fucking good....
For one thing, I decided to put my money where my mouth is. I'm always telling everyone else how to live, and what they should do, and how stuff should be. This time, I did some joining up. I joined PFLAG because it seems in society today, gay and lesbian people are the very last group that is socially acceptable to discriminate against. That's just unacceptable to me, so I joined PFLAG. Now, I can go to meetings, and help to educate kids, and, this is the best part of all... I can even march in a PRIDE parade... Woo Hoo! I haven't marched in a parade since I was a flag girl in high school.
I also joined up with The ACLU! They're sending me a card (and probably a secret decoder ring). I've always admired the ACLU. The fact is, we wouldn't have a lot of the freedoms we hold dear without them. Even those wretched, right-wing radicals should be down on their knees, thanking their God for the ACLU.
I joined The Feminist Majority earlier this year, but all they ever want me to do is send them more money... They've sort of fallen from the old pedestal...
I suppose I'm an official, card-carrying leftist radical now. Maybe I'll help to change the world. Maybe I'll meet some nice, handsome man who shares my ideology, and likes to get laid. A gal can dream, can't she?
"Life Not Worth Living If You Not Take Risk" Brian, QAF
|Buh Bye! |
October 05, 2008
Be Afraid, People.... Really Afraid
One Last Bitchfest for the Road
Get the Popcorn Ready
I'm a Rich Ho-Bag
|Marriage is love.|