fifty frenchmen can't be wrong (
some_stars) wrote2011-06-24 09:52 pm
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oh my god you guys
I seriously cannot stop smiling right now
SERIOUSLY
just--god, I remember being fourteen and checking on the news in Hawaii during free moments in the computer lab at school, being heartbroken and nothing was ever going to change, that was 1998 and by three years later it seemed like everything had gotten so much worse, everything in the world, I haven't--I haven't hoped for any of this, for Massachusetts or Iowa or even California such as it was. I've never felt hopeful but it keeps happening, sometimes it even sticks, and--we can't go back from here, individual states might but it can't be turned back, not for more than a few years not anymore. I never ever hoped, not really, not in a way that implied actual expectation. And it keeps happening anyway.
--and now I'm crying, oh my god you guys, can you imagine what the parade is going to be like on Sunday? CAN YOU JUST IMAGINE.
AND MORE CRYING--we get the NYTimes delivered, since my parents are Brooklyn ex-pats and also the local paper is just goddamn ridiculous, and every Sunday I look through the wedding notices to determine the ratio of same-sex couples to opposite-sex. (I'm aware this is sort of compulsive and strange.) Many of the same-sex announcements have been of not-legally-married weddings, of course; the others have been people from or with connections to NY getting married in, mostly, Massachusetts or Connecticut. And I just stopped and thought about how the next few months of this activity are going to be different and now: crying. AGAIN.
I seriously cannot stop smiling right now
SERIOUSLY
just--god, I remember being fourteen and checking on the news in Hawaii during free moments in the computer lab at school, being heartbroken and nothing was ever going to change, that was 1998 and by three years later it seemed like everything had gotten so much worse, everything in the world, I haven't--I haven't hoped for any of this, for Massachusetts or Iowa or even California such as it was. I've never felt hopeful but it keeps happening, sometimes it even sticks, and--we can't go back from here, individual states might but it can't be turned back, not for more than a few years not anymore. I never ever hoped, not really, not in a way that implied actual expectation. And it keeps happening anyway.
--and now I'm crying, oh my god you guys, can you imagine what the parade is going to be like on Sunday? CAN YOU JUST IMAGINE.
AND MORE CRYING--we get the NYTimes delivered, since my parents are Brooklyn ex-pats and also the local paper is just goddamn ridiculous, and every Sunday I look through the wedding notices to determine the ratio of same-sex couples to opposite-sex. (I'm aware this is sort of compulsive and strange.) Many of the same-sex announcements have been of not-legally-married weddings, of course; the others have been people from or with connections to NY getting married in, mostly, Massachusetts or Connecticut. And I just stopped and thought about how the next few months of this activity are going to be different and now: crying. AGAIN.

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I ran down the stairs right after the vote to see if my landlady wanted to have a glass of wine with me, still weeping copiously. After I took a swig straight out of the bottle, she asked kind of awkwardly, "Are those...your peeps?" and me, thinking she meant New Yorkers, was like "DAMN RIGHT THEY ARE" and she was awkward in that way when you find out something you didn't know about someone, and then I had to be like, "UM AND THE OTHER WAY TOO," which, I should start keeping track of the ways I accidentally come out to people, but oh man, this is--with what it's in the rear view, I can't even believe we're here. But we are.
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I just can't stop sniffling because every time I do, a minute later I think about what it's going to be like in NYC this Sunday, how much JOY--I can't even deal. And of course the NYTimes had to quote a guy who was at Stonewall in 1969, as he watched the Senate voting today--CAN'T EVEN DEAL.
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