I’m not going to get all polit­i­cal and shit on this blog, but I have some­thing to say about this Prop 8 mess, specif­i­cally about the four “expert” wit­nesses for the defense who have dropped out of the trial for fear of ret­ri­bu­tion by “vio­lent homo­sex­u­als.” If these peo­ple were so right­eous in defend­ing mar­riage in the eyes of god and the bible, and if they’re so con­vinced that they are right about gays and how evil we are and how we shouldn’t be allowed to be mar­ried, why are they so afraid of a con­fronta­tion with other peo­ple? Why are they so afraid to defend what they believe? After all, they’ve got god on their side. These four “expert” wit­nesses are cow­ards for drop­ping out.

Fur­ther­more, what is a “vio­lent homo­sex­ual”? I have visions in my head about what being a vio­lent gay is, and these images con­sist of uni­corns puk­ing up rain­bows, feather boas, moun­tains of glit­ter, and show­tunes. They cer­tainly don’t con­sist of death and destruction.

And you know, let’s boil this down to the brass tacks: it’s called igno­rance, peo­ple. Just call a spade a fuck­ing spade already. It’s not fear. It’s not god’s will. It’s just plain igno­rance, and igno­rance is ugly. It’s not like their biased hate speech will make much of a dif­fer­ence any­way. I mean, it will just be four peo­ple regur­gi­tat­ing what each of them has said before. So I guess it’s good that they’re not show­ing up; with two peo­ple, we won’t have to endure the cow­ardly hate­ful speech for as long as we would have with six.

V is my hero. My cuter, younger, hip­per boyfriend has come through time and again, and dur­ing this move, he has become my super­star. Last July, his room­mate moved out and fled to the East Coast. I left my apart­ment on Colling­wood to fill the empty space and cover half the rent. Then, just last week­end, we moved to a new apart­ment, a smaller apart­ment, and we’ve had to get rid of a lot of fur­ni­ture that just won’t fit. If it were up to me, I would call the Sal­va­tion Army (as much as I would hate that) and have them come pick it up in their super­huge truck. And thank­fully, it wasn’t totally up to me, because V has stepped up and posted every sin­gle piece of fur­ni­ture on craigslist, and so far, every­thing has sold. So instead of donat­ing (to a mostly wor­thy cause), we are actu­ally mak­ing some money off of it all. Well, he’s mak­ing money off of it all. We incurred so much debt mov­ing into this place, what­ever money he makes off of any of the fur­ni­ture goes directly to him to pay off what­ever is left. And that’s OK, because I was going to give it away for free anyway.

And I’m going to say right here and now — on the record — that I do not want to move again for at least ten years. I know, I know, ten years is a super long time, but hon­estly, I can’t stand the thought of pack­ing up and mov­ing again. So maybe it will end up being three, and we have a really cute new apart­ment with a fab kitchen, so maybe it will be seven. All I know is that mov­ing is the worst, and I can’t think of doing it again for a long long time. No more Uhauls, no more new fur­ni­ture. No more schlep­ping dusty boxes up and down stairs. I will grow to love NOPA and my cute lit­tle neigh­bor­hood, and the 5 stop right around the cor­ner, and I will deal with laun­dro­mats and no park­ing again. And I will save lots of money so I can buy a condo and never rent again.

And with regard to debt and all the evil that comes with it, I’ve had to drop my Eco class on Thurs­day nights because I can’t afford the fuck­ing text­book. Can you believe that shit? For three years, I lived on Colling­wood, shar­ing a $2000 apart­ment, and I had a lot of free time and money. Then I move to Henry Street, and I split a $3000 apart­ment, and I had a lot of free time and absolutely no money. That was the cat­a­lyst for mov­ing. We were both so broke that we couldn’t sur­vive much longer. And this whole school thing started up before I had a chance to reap the sav­ings of the new and cheaper apart­ment, even though the school thing was in place before we decided to move. Ugh. It’s so stu­pid. A text­book. Granted, they’re more expen­sive than they should be — I mean, why should an Intro to Ecol­ogy text­book cost ten times as much as Stephen King’s lat­est tome? And where’s the fuck­ing Kin­dle ver­sion of these text­books? It’s bloody high­way rob­bery, I swear to god. Oh well, les­son learned. I thought that work­ing full time and hav­ing a steady pay­check would make return­ing to school easy to afford, but return­ing to school as a 38-year-old work­ing adult is not easy in any regard.

So, another Mon­day, another week. It’s the end of Jan­u­ary already. Hahawhat? Jesus on the cross, Kathleen.