8:40
8:40
8:40
“Iowa Supreme Court Says Same-Sex Marriage OK”. OK. OK. OK.
IT PASSED!!!!!! Unanimously
7
0
7 – 0
7...
UNANIMOUSLY!!!
I’m an EQUAL citizen with EQUAL rights!!!
Unanimously...
Shock.
Wide-eyed.
I’m high above the world, watching – not really a part of it. I’m watching the news leak out into the world hitting everyone simultaneously and gathering them together in solidarity. Though I feel the solidarity – I feel the pull to the gathering of people – I am still somehow watching it, seeing the arms around me rather than feeling the collective embrace.
Want to feel...
Hit.
Tears, streaming down, tears. .
Stop. Start.
Hysterics. Dry-eyed.
Up. Down.
All around,
Inside. Outside.
High tide. Low tide.
Complete high.
Whole new world. Beautiful morning. Beautiful moment. Beautiful future.
So much energy – trapped inside – no where to go but the internet, Microsoft Word, cell phone. Wanna run. Wanna scream. Wanna cry. Wanna stop crying. Wanna work - get shit done. Wanna puddle stomp. Wanna revel in the sun. Wanna talk – about the struggle, about the strife, the families, the lives. Wanna hug. Wanna kiss. Wanna make-out...with a lady. Wanna have sex with a woman stranger on the front steps of the State House, unapologetically. Wanna get drunk, so incredibly drunk. Wanna hoist a rainbow flag a-top the Old Capitol; this is my state! Wanna let go – be free – dare to be free. All I can do is write...
It’s a high. I am high. I’m floating. I’m meshing. I’m heavy. I’m light. Scattered. Immobile. Itching. Striving. Happy. Rosy. Thrilled. Blissful. Joyful. Tickled-Pink!!! I’m gay – oh so GAY!!!
And Red. So very red. Red with courage – bold, fighting, courage.
Orange with openness, receptiveness, possibility – Oh the possibilities!
The challenge of yellow overcome,
Bleed to green with growth, solidarity, collectivity – power. energy. POWER! ENERGY!
And I – the blue pessimist – see solidarity. Miles...
And we – the people – are purple.
Love, together, peace, together, friends, together, family, together
TOGETHER...
Overwhelmed.
Overwhelmed.
Overwhelmed.
Energized.
She calls me, my mom, she finally calls me. I want to cry, but the roller-coaster isn’t at the top. I want her to hold me, but she is too far away. But she is holding me. She’s holding me tight as she displays her pride to the world: blogging, facebooking, emailing, phoning. It’s that coming out moment, again, all over again...
together
with love
mother and lesbian daughter
mother and daughter
loving mother and loving daughter
Generations of Change...
So much to do – Time stand still – let me fly
~as a flag~
Take a moment to celebrate
with community
-the community-
and every rainbow I own...
8:40
8:40
“Iowa Supreme Court Says Same-Sex Marriage OK”. OK. OK. OK.
IT PASSED!!!!!! Unanimously
7
0
7 – 0
7...
UNANIMOUSLY!!!
I’m an EQUAL citizen with EQUAL rights!!!
Unanimously...
Shock.
Wide-eyed.
I’m high above the world, watching – not really a part of it. I’m watching the news leak out into the world hitting everyone simultaneously and gathering them together in solidarity. Though I feel the solidarity – I feel the pull to the gathering of people – I am still somehow watching it, seeing the arms around me rather than feeling the collective embrace.
Want to feel...
Hit.
Tears, streaming down, tears. .
Stop. Start.
Hysterics. Dry-eyed.
Up. Down.
All around,
Inside. Outside.
High tide. Low tide.
Complete high.
Whole new world. Beautiful morning. Beautiful moment. Beautiful future.
So much energy – trapped inside – no where to go but the internet, Microsoft Word, cell phone. Wanna run. Wanna scream. Wanna cry. Wanna stop crying. Wanna work - get shit done. Wanna puddle stomp. Wanna revel in the sun. Wanna talk – about the struggle, about the strife, the families, the lives. Wanna hug. Wanna kiss. Wanna make-out...with a lady. Wanna have sex with a woman stranger on the front steps of the State House, unapologetically. Wanna get drunk, so incredibly drunk. Wanna hoist a rainbow flag a-top the Old Capitol; this is my state! Wanna let go – be free – dare to be free. All I can do is write...
It’s a high. I am high. I’m floating. I’m meshing. I’m heavy. I’m light. Scattered. Immobile. Itching. Striving. Happy. Rosy. Thrilled. Blissful. Joyful. Tickled-Pink!!! I’m gay – oh so GAY!!!
And Red. So very red. Red with courage – bold, fighting, courage.
Orange with openness, receptiveness, possibility – Oh the possibilities!
The challenge of yellow overcome,
Bleed to green with growth, solidarity, collectivity – power. energy. POWER! ENERGY!
And I – the blue pessimist – see solidarity. Miles...
And we – the people – are purple.
Love, together, peace, together, friends, together, family, together
TOGETHER...
Overwhelmed.
Overwhelmed.
Overwhelmed.
Energized.
She calls me, my mom, she finally calls me. I want to cry, but the roller-coaster isn’t at the top. I want her to hold me, but she is too far away. But she is holding me. She’s holding me tight as she displays her pride to the world: blogging, facebooking, emailing, phoning. It’s that coming out moment, again, all over again...
together
with love
mother and lesbian daughter
mother and daughter
loving mother and loving daughter
Generations of Change...
So much to do – Time stand still – let me fly
~as a flag~
Take a moment to celebrate
with community
-the community-
and every rainbow I own...
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