As of 5:00 p.m. CST today, Governor Mark Dayton will sign into law the bill legalizing same-sex marriage in Minnesota. This makes Minnesota the twelveth state in the Union to allow same-sex couples to marry. The law will take effect on August first of this year.
WOOHOO! We did it, everybody!
Seriously, it’s just about 60°F (so 15°C, give or take). I am so flippin’ stoked, you don’t even know.
So I’ve been working a lot lately, but not enough to excuse the lack of updates. At the end of April, there’s going to be a poetry slam at the coffeeshop down the street. There’s usually one every few months during the school year, and I actually might participate this time. A while ago, I wrote a vent-y letter to my mother (unsent, of course), and I want to turn that into something. I’ll keep you updated.
About a month ago, I had the opportunity to work at McDonald’s. I ended up sleeping in/suffering a mild catatonia/being too depressed to get out of bed/being too lazy to get up on my first day.
That same day, I got a call from Taco del Mar. I hadn’t even applied to work there, but the owners of that franchise also owned the Subway franchise a few blocks down, and had gotten my application from there. I interviewed and a few days later, was notified that I would be starting the next week (for reference, that was this past week).
The same week that I started working at Taco del Mar, I got a call from ShopKo asking to schedule an interview for the following Wednesday. I interviewed there yesterday and I am expecting to hear back from them tomorrow.
And then TODAY, my manager from Taco del Mar called me and asked if I’d like to pick up some hours at the Subway I’d initially applied to. She’ll be giving my number to that manager, and I’ll hear from her either today or tomorrow.
Let me get this straight, universe: for like, two years I couldn’t find a job to save my life, and now that I finally have one, you’re offering me a zillion more?!? Well, I guess I can’t complain.
Well this is embarrassing to admit. I’m normally so good with faces — and yet it took me months to be able to pick out one of my dear friends from a crowd, but anyway.
Concerning the men of Monty Python, I can’t match up names with faces. There, I said it. It’s the same with the Beatles — except for Paul. And with the Pythons, I can pick John Cleese and (after several years) Eric Idle.
Is it their Britishness or do I need to make flash cards or something?
This four-day weekend is my fall break from university, so my mother requested that I return home for a few days. One reason was because of an anniversary party for my brother-in-law’s parents, held today in a town about fifty miles south of my parents’ home in rural southwestern Minnesota. I was noticeably femme’d up for the occasion, so I got a few compliments from people and my mother kept passive-aggressively trying to hook me up with a young co-worker from her seasonal job. Anyway, onto the reason for this post.
We took two different routes to the party: on the way there we drove through a few towns, and on the way back we took more back roads. I saw fourteen “Vote Yes on the Marriage Amendment” lawn signs today.
In case you’re unaware, a proposed amendment to the Minnesota State Constitution is being voted on by the general public this November. Its aim is to super-ban same-sex marriage in the state of Minnesota; that is, to define marriage as the union between one man and one woman. It’s already illegal for gay couples to marry here, and if this amendment is to pass, the future of marriage equality in this state is pretty grim.
I saw a “Vote Yes” sign for the first time a few weeks ago, and I’ll be honest, I let out a few sobs (to be fair, I hadn’t taken my meds that morning either). I ought to be used to it by now, but it still hurts to be reminded that such hatred against people like me exists.
I’m just glad my parents don’t have a “Vote Yes” sign in their yard.
I have yet to write anything, but I have a project in mind. It’s a-comin’, I promise.