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dampscribblerI'm hoping to improve my posts in the coming year(s). I am frustrated by my relative lack of competence with words -- I'm out of practice, sloppy, and completely lacking in confidence. But with practice, that will change.
Here's what I really started this post to say. After the inauguration, which took place at 9am my time, I was headed for a physical therapy appointment. At a traffic light I approached a Chevy Blazer with "I AM GAY" finger-etched in the dust on the back window. My first response was, "I wanna go hug that gay guy!" It literally took me a minute to realize that those words were far more likely to have been drawn by a youngster thinking he's making a clever insult than by someone proudly declaring his sexual orientation to a post-Bush America.
Which really barely begins to describe what it was like to be me sitting in my car oblivious to a homophobic "joke," but at least it begins.
Here's what I really started this post to say. After the inauguration, which took place at 9am my time, I was headed for a physical therapy appointment. At a traffic light I approached a Chevy Blazer with "I AM GAY" finger-etched in the dust on the back window. My first response was, "I wanna go hug that gay guy!" It literally took me a minute to realize that those words were far more likely to have been drawn by a youngster thinking he's making a clever insult than by someone proudly declaring his sexual orientation to a post-Bush America.
Which really barely begins to describe what it was like to be me sitting in my car oblivious to a homophobic "joke," but at least it begins.
