My daughter came out to me recently. She waited 23 years to tell me. I can only imagine that those twenty-three years were very long for her.
This is my narrative. I certainly can't speak for my daughter. I have no idea what she went through or how she felt those twenty three years. But this I know - she is brave beyond any bravery that I could ever imagine.
I learned so much from my daughter the day she came out.
Barbara Wold has left us. Political activist, blogger, progressive thinker, and, the smartest woman I have ever known. Ever. Many of you will remember her as Barbwire here at Daily Kos. I will remember her as a dedicated, hard as nails, advocate of all things fair and logical. She was the little voice inside many heads; the party, game players, politicians and special interest groups. She did her best to keep them honest. I was lucky enough to become her friend. I loved her very much.
I met her through Daily Kos so I thought it only appropriate I say goodbye to her, here.
Last October I was laid off and replaced by a 20 somethin' male who had about a tenth of the work experience I have for about half of what I was making. I hit the ground running and found a job within a month. I was lucky. But not lucky enough to have health insurance. No bennies where I work now. Needless to say, the news that I may be able to get my female "exams" done at the drug store down the street was about as refreshing to me as a new box of Summers Eve douche.
Getting a vaginal ultrasound is not a pleasant experience. They are invasive, scary and down right demeaning. They are necessary to diagnose multiple health problems. Doctors can't force a female patient to have one...well, until now in Oklahoma.
If reading about an invasive diagnostic medical procedure, that involves a vagina, makes you woozy, then skip this diary.
If you've never had a vaginal ultrasound and want to know more about them, read on. Or, if you are on the fence about the recent Oklahoma law that requires mandatory vaginal ultrasounds for women seeking abortions, read on.
I am legal. And by legal that means that I am a Hispanic female whose family has lived in what is now called "New Mexico" since the late 1500's. By the way, my family has lived under three different flags. Spanish, Mexican and, now, the American flag. Most of my family speaks Spanish at home or are at least bilingual.
I am an American citizen. I pay my taxes and hold down two jobs to pay my bills and live my life. And guess what? We vote. We don't miss any elections. And, I'll be damned before I carry a passport to the state right next to mine.
This election was all about two egos. And the Democratic voters lost. We lost big. An anti-choice, anti-Hispanic, anti-LGBT rights candidate won.
A very conservative Republican walked away with the mayoral race in Albuquerque last night. His two Democratic challengers fell short of the 40% threshold needed to win, or, to get the numbers to force a November runoff if none of the three candidates broke through 40%. Simple math shows that Democrats came out high for the Democratic candidates. Democratic voters totalled 45,360 with 97% of the precincts counted.
Martin Heinrich's health care Town Hall was yesterday. Heinrich is our rep for NM-01. I contributed money to his campaign. I voted for him.
After participating in the Town Hall yesterday, I am not so sure he will be a second termer. I am concerned.
A whole bunch after the fold.
Out of every negative comes a positive. And something positive has come from the Professor Henry Gates arrest. We are learning more about racial profiling. And we are discussing it. It serves all of us well to know as much as we can about what happens, every day, to a certain segment of our population. The 911 tapes have been released. With this release, more questions are being asked. They should be asked.
I want to tell you a story about a friend of mine, and ask you a question.
How much intimidation would you take before you became agitated?
My bedroom walls were plastered with posters of him. The monthly Tiger Beat magazines, loaded with stories and pictures of Michael, couldn't get to me fast enough.
A lot will be written about him but the one certaintly a young girl, like me, had growing up in the wilds of SE Asia was that I could always count on Michael Jackson to drive away the lonely hours. I didn't have a TV. I had no Pop Culture. But I had the magazines and the record albums that my grandmother sent me to keep me occupied.
She knew how much I loved him. Before we left the U.S. I used to lay on her bed listening to him on the radio. His voice was mesmerizing to me.
It is amazing how the gospel has changed since I used to go to Sabbath and Sunday school. My memories of Bible verses, religious songs, hand holding, prayer, potlucks and sermons will never be the same. Seems that the "old time religion" that I grew up with has regressed to a new low in a Kentucky church.
A Kentucky pastor didn't get the memo that churches are considered "safe havens" from all that is wrong with the world. They are now sanctuaries for firearms! Imagine that.
Has Jesus has come full circle?
I am absolutely giddy. I think I am even happier today than I was on November 5th, 2008.
A Hispanic Woman has been nominated to the Supreme Court of the United States of America. What does this mean for me and the other Hispanic American Women out there? I'll tell you.
We get to pull up our chairs and sit at the official table.
I dedicate this diary to those women in my life who influenced the way I feel today. To those women who kept pulling the chair out from under me and to those who kept pushing me forward.