Ramblings

My friend is a conservative...I am liberal.  I like her as a person, but I read what she writes and what she says sometimes and it hurts my heart.  Sometimes I want to disagree, but at the same time I know it’s futile as I see her shut down other people.  We avoid talking about politics and sometimes that’s hard. 

At the same time I realize how terrible it is that I simply want a friend who relates to the same principles as if it’s my way or the highway, which isn’t true, but sometimes it can feel like we’re just complete opposites.

I don’t have a lot of close friendships and I appreciate hers, I just wish we could be open about everything.

Woo...it’s been a while since I’ve been on here.  

I’ve been randomly thinking this lately and wanted to write it down somewhere:

I’m a queer person.  I identify as pansexual.

I happen to have fallen in love with my best friend in high school and he happens to be male.  So yes, I’m living out a hetero-normative life.  Which is great...really.  Except I don’t feel like I fit that mold, but because I married a man I also don’t feel like I fit in the queer community either.

It’s like a weird limbo that I wish didn’t exist.

I know I should be happy that I don’t have the struggle that so many face to be able to freely love who they wish and I have nothing to actually complain about, but sometimes when people make an assumption about who I am it’s frustrating.

This blog loves everyone.

Not many people follow me on here, so I feel okay posting this.

I’m sad. I’m sad for our country.

I’m disappointed. I’m disappointed in my fellow Americans.

It’s not just about Trump. Really, it’s not. I know quite a few people like him, who say things out of ignorance or because they have absolutely no filter. That’s fine. They have some good points too. It’s about the fact that hundreds of thousands of people heard him, watched him, learned about him and said yes, he should represent me, my country and all that we stand for. 

This is about people not looking at Mike Pence’s record, or looking at it and thinking it’s okay.

This is about people believing that losing privilege due to equality is wrong.

This is about what I tell my daughters when they’re old enough to understand that people they love, people that they call family voted for a man who repeatedly mocked others for being something he considered less than perfect.