Exile On Gay Street
Where in the hell have I been, you might have asked yourself the last month? Hells if I know, but SOME PEOPLE keep asking me things like who won what in the debates (does it matter what I think?), which party will have the most seats in the Senate (if you can figure that one out, you can have Nate Silver’s job), whether Rick Perry will ever go away (not likely, a government paycheck is all he’s ever known) and whether I’ve ever been in a m/m/f/ts four-way.
Well, the answer to the last one is: I’m not sure, but gender roles can be so damn confusing when you’re 13 years old, yaknow?
About all I know to tell you is thusly: vote, dammit. Like your lives, your vagina, your paycheck, your future access to affordable health care, your right to marry the one you love - regardless of sameness of gender or otherwise - depends on it. Because it does. When you add it all up, there’s really only one person to vote for.
And, no. Ron Paul isn’t on the ballot. Not that you’d go there, would you?