Bad news about Amendment One: it passed.
I sincerely thought there was no way in hell people would be so stupid as to vote for something that had so many consequences for so many people. It's like they just heard that it was about gay people, so they wanted to vote for it even without understanding it's way more than that. Maybe I just surround myself with really awesome people, but I didn't personally know anyone who voted for this bullshittery. So I was surprised and deeply disappointed when it passed. And I'm hoping that it will be overturned someday. One day, we'll look back on this the way we look back on how completely awful it was that black people had to have separate water fountains, or sit in the back of the bus. That it was so absurd to treat another human this way. And worst of all, that it was done in the name of a God who, we are taught, loves us unconditionally. Where is that love for each other?
I'm sorry for all the gay people out there who are treated like second class citizens simply because of who they love. I'm sorry for the families who will suffer because of this, because of all the benefits that will be taken away from them simply because they are not married. I'm sorry that there are so many closed minded and ignorant people who would vote for a measure that causes so much harm. It makes me embarrassed to say that I live here. Although, I moved here from California, and they are still fighting the asshattery that is Prop 8. So even in the most liberal of places, hatred is still so powerful and oppressive.
Here is the face of a boy who knows that love is love, and doesn't need any laws to define it. This boy knows that his lesbian aunt should be able to get married one day when she meets the person who is right for her. Because who is love harming? No one. Love only heals.
On to happier things, here is Audrey laughing herself silly:
|Audrey has lols in her face.|
And here is Wade in action, planting our vegetable garden. See that pole he's using to dig the holes where the seedlings will go? That is the pole that the fuckfaces who robbed us used to break our doors down. Ever the crafty man, Mr. Wilson saved their tool of fuckery and turned it into a tool for gardening goodness. Wade is more resourceful than me, because I wanted to get rid of that thing immediately, since it reminds me only of a very traumatic time. But he's practical, and I am emotional. We are a good balance for each other. He tolerates my Crazy exceptionally well.
Today, we went with some friends to Reynolda Gardens and walked around because it was so pretty out. And Audrey promptly stripped herself down to her diaper and took off through the field. I had to get a shot of my little naked baby tearing through the perfectly manicured grass. Because this is the South, y'all!! (For the record, I seriously dislike the word "y'all" unless it is used to mock. That word is not a part of my vernacular. It makes so much sense, right? That I abuse the words "like" and "totally" but find the words "y'all" and "ain't" completely repugnant. Oh, it doesn't make sense at all and I just sound like a jerky snob? Well. Okay.)
You guys. I am feeling extra loving and trusting tonight. It is possibly because Wade just made me a juice beverage that contains vodka. Whatever. The point is, I think we should be facebook friends if we are not already. That is, as long as you are not a creeper and want to come to my house and harm me or my family. Because then, I will eff you up hard. But if you're a friend, find me on the facebooky, yes? I once searched for my name and it turns out that all other girls named Allison Wilson are total skanks who post pictures of their boobs or wear hoochie shorts. There were like 500 of them. So if you want to find me, my email is (big shocker coming up here): allisonthemeep at gmail dot com. As Audrey would say, "We fwiends."