cimorene

Despite all the predictions, I didn't really believe that it could happen. It's been a long eight years. It's been a long time since America could be proud of its president or really, any part of its government at all. After the second election was stolen four years ago, I gave up on hoping for better.

Being shocked last night (this morning) felt really, really good. And then I fell asleep.

When I woke up, Perry was leaning against the Crazy and she was snuggled into a tiny ball between his spine and the backs of my knees.

And Proposition 8 had passed.

I didn't expect that either: I was disgusted by the Yes-for-8 people but I thought, you know, this is California, and look how far we've come, so... but no.

Hey, America, if it makes you feel better, it's illegal for gays to adopt in Finland, too.

I didn't cry. I never cry, except when dogs die.

And also, rock the fuck on, nasal American accents. Last night, on live streaming NPR, I listened to an exit poll interview with a 50-year-old white male who'd been Republican his entire life and was going Democrat for the first time for Obama. He voted Democratic for the senate, too, because, he said, they were asking Obama for change and they should give him the tools to create it: a Democratic Congress.

That was awesome.