I have three singular emotions running through my mind:


1. Joy, joy, fierce, euphoric, such indescribably violent joy I cannot even - I just - joy.

Obama.


2. One giant scream of screw you to hell.

Prop 8.

How can people be so petty, so mean, so bitterly ignorant as to deny others the happiness of a union that exists as a manifestation of human love?


3. Hope.

Do we got it?
Yah.
Can we do it?
Can do.
Will we?

There's faith, then there's hope. One is a static, unwavering fixation on the joyously unprovable. The other is all momentum, a spark pushing us onward toward something just as joyous, but something that, however blurry and ill-formed about the edges, is something conceivable, something achievable, something that is more.




So that's me. What's you?