I ripped down my last post almost as quickly as I put it up. I liked it — it contained many themes that bug the hell out of me — but I had to draw the line at calling someone an “asshole” a baker’s dozen times in one blog post. The person IS still an asshole, though. *Not* calling them one doesn’t change that fact.
Enough about assholes in my business. Let’s talk about the ones on Capitol Hill. Because that’s fodder for seven thousand blog entries, at least!
In any case, I found a social cause to support locally. Which is great. I’m going to a rally on Saturday and I agreed to march with the group in a Pride Fest parade a week from now.
It’s Planned Parenthood, which shouldn’t shock anyone. Hey, I’m 36 and kid-free — I kiss the ground in gratitude for all forms of birth control. I also commend any place where you can go to get quality health care (and birth control!) for free or practically nothing. I’m pissed that federal funding is in danger of going away for PP, and I want to do my part to save a SAFE place that was there for me.
Everyone associates PP with the “a” word. I’m not writing it because I don’t need the search traffic for it. And while, yes, there is that, there’s just so much more to the mission.
The problem with this country is all the right-wingnuts is that their definition of pro-life is that your right to life ends before birth. God forbid you are gay, transgender, intersex, any color than white or, curses!, born female.
I mean, holy shit, PP does cancer screenings! But all the old white men who sit on legislatures state- and nationwide don’t care about our preventive care. It’s not like they’ll pay for our treatments when the disease spreads and robs us of the latter half of our lives.
Anyway, clearly I’ve found an issue I can get behind. 🙂
I am doing OK in my freelance business. I have two big projects (one of which I’m not sure I will last with) and a smattering of smaller ones that, combined, could make a nice living for me if I can just get back on the “work 80 hours a week” bandwagon. But I want to do something I LOVE, you know?
So maybe the whole volunteer thing will be a nice distraction. I don’t need fighting for causes to be my life’s work, but it’s a welcome change to be fighting for something that actually means something in the greater scheme of life.
Anyway, if you drive by and see me waving my sign, smile and honk. And if you throw beads, well, I’ll flash ya. Save the boobies, yo, by saving PP in your neighborhood!!!