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The first person I called when they called Ohio was my mom. Well, actually, my mom called me, crying with joy. She went hard for Obama in 2008 and she went hard for him this year, too. She’s 60 years old and she canvassed in our county in Pennsylvania today from 9 AM to 5:30 PM.
I came out to my parents a little over three years ago, and it didn’t go super well. My mom was crying when we had that conversation, too. Not tears of joy, to be clear.
Today she canvassed five turfs in our county. On the phone, after they called Ohio, she told me she wanted to quit after four, but she made herself do one more, even though her knees were killing her. “I was doing it for you,” she said. I could barely hear her down the line because so many people were screaming. “Your life is going to be so much better now. You’re going to be okay.”
My county went for Obama tonight, and so did my state. And so did my country. And I really love my mom.
i had a post i made earlier about how hard it is for me to get invested in politics every year, how i went from being politically active for queer rights in Indiana to just shutting down in a major way after the 2004 election. I came out to my mom and it …didn’t go well, if you count my mom apparently taking it okay but then never ever mentioning it again. she declared her intent to vote Romney this year, and i’m pretty sure she never read any of my earnest, painstakingly fact-checked list of reasons i sent her as to why this was a terrible idea. but i couldn’t bear to ask her if she had changed her mind or not, because knowing that your own mother would be willing to vote to erase your rights is the worst feeling on earth. and i can’t deal with it, so i just. shut off in a big way, because if i don’t detach completely, then i overinvest and spend the night crying. right now i’m celebrating, but on a cerebral level, not an emotional one.
but thank you for telling me this story. maybe, in 2016, this will be the story of my mom and me. i have hope.
Can we talk about how I fell asleep while the returns were coming in (time zones hi)
and was woken up for the victory speech
and the first goddamn thing I heard was one of my friends talking about how sasha and malia are hot
and that RUINED EVERYTHING BECAUSE FUCK YOU YOU RAPEY MOTHERFUCKER
I TRY REAL HARD TO LIVE WITH PEOPLE BUT SOMETIMES THEY ARE HORRIBLE
he brought it up again and I winged a beer can at his head.
it didn’t help.
THANKS FOR RUINING THE ELECTION AND TRIGGERING THE FUCK OUT OF ME, YOU RETROGRADE FUCKNECK