Clarisse McClellan's Daughter

Originally posted by neo_prodigy at Spirit Day

And I jus got a purple-patterned sweater and top, too. Quoth Dairene Callahan, referencing the Powers That Be: There are no accidents.

I can't really say much, as I'm posting from work with sneaky access, to quote a friend, but I had to link to this story. It deserves reporting. I for one am celebrating. Equality will out, if that's not a horrible and/or terribly irreverent pun. Yay!

*beams!* Now if the offending school would get it's act together...

Seriously, you deserve a round of applause for this one. I suppose the fourteenth time's the charm, or something. I won't dwell on that rather horrible statistic just now; for the moment I'm content and more to say better extremely late than never. You've finally done it.

I thank you from the bottom of my liberal, nontraditional, soon-to-be-better-recognized heart. and I doubt I'm alone.

[Error: unknown template qotd] Oh wow. My ideal life ten years from now... well. It definitely contains an apartment in this city -- not a huge one, not a swanky one, just a nicer one with two bedrooms at most and preferably a little balcony/patio thingie that's got room enough for a mid-sized container garden. Someplace where my bedroom's not in the middle of my living room, you know? Being either within walking distance of work or, if that's not possible, walking distance of a bus line would be lovely, as would not ending up in the suburbs, yurgh! And cats, please. There absolutely must be a kitty or two in this setup; a couple FIV positive, raggedy-eared former strays who're the biggest loves in the world but who everybody else overlooked because they had black fur and one eye gone, or a missing leg, or just the FIV thing on it's own. I'd love to be known, in ten years time, as that friendly, slightly quirky but in a nice way lady that all the neighbors like. I'd love to be working somewhere that pays the bills but doesn't make me feel like a sell-out, somewhere meaningful, where my journalism skills are usable but where the newspapery aspect might not be the main focus of things. Some little nonproffit, maybe, some community organization that's really doing good on the ground, regardless of how small the improvements to conditions/situations are. Talking with people as part of my job, telling stories from the field and really seeing them lead to something positive, or if nothing else just get the word about X issue out there, positive or negative, in a human voice - that's what I want. And then at the end of the day I'd have somewhere to come home to and not be bothered by anyone if I didn't want to be; I'd have options if I *did* want to do something of an evening/night, but I'd have a place to recharge if that's what I felt like doing. If I wanted to, I could just as easily spend a night in with RP, assorted fandom and my kitties as I could go out somewhere and meet a friend. and I'd have friends to meet, coworkers or people from elsewhere, probably a mix of coworkers and cat rescue folks and SCA folks and who knows who else. I wouldn't be just that blind girl, or that queer girl, or that geek, or that bitch who never shuts up; I'd actually be someone who people would want to hang around. I'd probably know a crowd of other geeks, and we could all squee over fandom together, and talk politics at each other, and make references that nobody else in the coffee house gets. There might be a significant... whoever in the mix too, some delicate little elegant somebody with an accent to make a body's toes curl and enough of the femininity I lack to be fairly easily classified a greenrider to my blue. Yes, my ideal's a woman. Maybe we'd be living together, but somehow I don't see that; spending the odd night over at each other's place sounds more the thing, and neither of us would wake up feeling dirty in anything more than the most mundane sense in the mornings. She'd want me around. Enough to be with me, even, long-term. Sort of casual yes, probably, but long-term. Enough to meet my folks, and win them over to a few things (not least of which is the idea that someday one of their sons-in-law might just be a daughter-in-law), and go to family Christmases with me, and not get the curious kind of scandalized looks from anybody, Reetzes and Scheels or Forsythes, even when I introduce her as "This is Elaine. Or Kim. Or... whoever." The important things.

and NO KIDS, ta very much. I'll leave that to the other two girls. The mother-type I am *so* not. I'll just be the auntie that all the nieces and nephews and second cousins think is cool; my generation's version of my aunt Laurie. I'll give the kids back at the end of the day, thanks.

Oh, and everybody would know me as Charlie. They'd know my proper name, but everybody that mattered outside family would pretty much use the nickname. That'd actually be really nice.

Good God and assorted holy cousins. I'm Luna Lovegood, aren't i? Either that or I'm just a really bloody sad case with more romantic issues than I realized. Maybe both. and... this turned into a surprisingly long and rambling answer. Whoops.

*scarlet-faced Charlie scarpers*

Right. Well. Now I get hit with the consequences of going out with Brandi and Kate. It's not the day I turned 21 by any stretch of the imagination, but I'm still headachey and going eeek! at sufficiently loud noises. Ow.

And yes, I remember everything I did last night. there was conversation about crewmembers from both Voyager and Picard's Enterprise, and there was desperate avoidance of people from home who turned up - my God, but I hope they don't remember me being there! and there was intentional coming out to one of them, though he might've been too far gone in his cups to make sense of it, let alone recall it the next morning. And okay, I hope they forget I was there, but remember me outing myself. What is it with drunk me and attempting to right past wrongs?

there was also the embarrassment that only comes of being both less than sober and blind. benson is not Arey. I get the impression that the person who helped me find Arey wasn't exactly clear-headed himself, so maybe he won't remember my idiocy and if the girlfriend he was walking around with does, hopefully the next time we meet, I'm sober and can make a better impression. *embarrassment*

Ahem. *goes back to being a mostly non-drinking university student*