That all I have to do all I’d ever do

You’d pay good money to keep me out

For the summer I went around the East Coast working in politics at the behest of the world’s largest gay rights organization. I worked on 3 major campaigns, in Long Island and Philadelphia. We were so young and innocent, believed Bush could never get elected…the senate race I was working on also lost, so Sen. Santorum became a reality. And that’s all I feel about saying ‘bout that. When I returned from the East Coast, I had a queer fire under me and started off by writing a piece on Trans issues for UCLA’s LGBT magazine, 10 percent.

I was overwhelmed by the need to write you a letter and send it out right the fuck away. Was watching comedy central’s new show “I’m with Busey” which I found disturbing and hilarious which is a feeling that always makes me too nervous to continue. I was thinking about why I don’t call you or write, and I figure it must be the time zone. I always want to call but then realize it’s like whatever your time. Obviously I don’t get up all that early. I hate school, and it seems I only made it to school some days to keep up the reputation of being a student. Being asked what year you are is a bit gross all the time, but it’s doesn’t seem to be in any way an incentive! I just am so over it, and so very ready to move the fuck on to whatever. I want to be angry that I stayed so long at such a cost financially and emotionally and whatever, but I figure that I wouldn’t have been ready to go on to another place without the education I have received in the last year. I started to get more involved in school politics and organizing. I got two awards for that: women for change student leadership award and lgbt student leader award. This was the nomination form I filled out: UCLA WOMEN for Change 2003 Student Leadership Award Nomination Form 1. Describe your leadership activities at UCLA (and beyond) for this 2002-2003 year.

One of the worst dreams I ever had I was impenetrable. No bullet could harm me I was made of mercuryman stuff, like Robert Patrick in T2 and I made a habit of stealing from the rich to give to the poor. What I didn’t know was that on my back was a giant light switch, that when flipped turned my powers right off. Betrayed by a friend, someone snuck up behind me. I wasn’t worried because nothing could hurt me until I felt them turn my switch. I turned and taunted the police bravado unquelled. They shot me and I woke up screaming and swimming in sweat. My brother calls frantic during a late april wednesday afternoon.

is like a ride on Wonkerian machine something to really make you sing

INT. SHACK – DAYBREAK Four mattresses are shoved to the side of the one room house, each sleeping two to three men, women and children apiece. A pot-belly stove stands with its door open and a fire that’s barely breathing. A WOMAN slowly shuffles over to the stove and stokes it with a long piece of wood, causing sparks to fly everywhere. She does not seem to care, but does the duty monotonous. She walks over to a mattress and stand over it, looking at the moonlight that falls on a sleeping head.

On Dec 12th, 2003, after over 50 years of denials, retired Los Angeles schoolteacher Essie May Washington-Williams held a press conference to announce that she was the African-American illegitimate daughter of the famously anti-segregationist Senator Strom Thurmond (R-S.C.), recently deceased. Producing check stubs and personal letters written by the Senator, Washington-Williams’s claim was acknowledged by the Thurmond family days after her statement. It would be particularly easy to recognize the announcement of Senator Strom Thurmond’s illegitimate half-black daughter as just another link in the chains of a typically hypocritical and racist society. Of course, the self-proclaimed “Dixiecrat” senator from South Carolina would have a half-black child! Of course, the man who held the filibuster* record for his stand against the Civil Rights Act of 1964, would have tasted some chocolate! Of course, the man, who never apologized for his segregationist ways even at age 100, would have impregnated his 16 year old household servant! America didn’t seem surprised when the Thurmond family announced it would verify Essie May Washington-Williams’s claim, indeed the lack of controversy regarding the claim seemed to deflate the issue. Or did Americans simply want to continue believing that race can’t matter to their modern day society?