change is bittersweet.

There is so much that is swirling in my mind that I haven't been able to pin down. While state after state was being called for Obama, lgbt Californians were fighting for their place at the table. We had police threatening to arrest our poll workers and voters screaming anti-gay epithets. I screamed out loud when I heard that he took Florida. I cried when my 15 year old brother realized that he could be President. I bawled when I realized that our community could lose this election. I raged when I heard the scapegoating of the black community.
From Florida and Arkansas to Arizona and California our rights as full citizens were rejected. This week has been bittersweet but I'm anxious to see what change this administration brings.

for whom?

Met an old man named Rosie yesterday. He identified as transgender and a drag queen. I asked if he had a pronoun preference, he did not. Rosie met hir partner 32 years ago in San Francisco while on hormones to transition to become a woman. As they started dating this man said that if he wanted to be with a woman he would get a woman. Rosie decided to stop transitioning for him. Said that zie was interested in helping us fight for the freedom to marry, that zie would be so happy, so ecstatic if they could get married together.
These next few weeks are for her, for Rosie.