One minute my boyfriend and I are having deep talks about society, the next he’s romantic, the next he’s a freak. I love that man.
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I’ve always been pretty good at dealing with disappointment from the people I care about. I always seem to be able to have a grasp on reality and come to my senses, even though I’m a big dreamer. But with him, none of that matters. He’s the only person I’ve ever been sure about and it hurts so bad for him to not be sure about me, us, and what he wants. I’ve had boyfriends before and sworn up and down that I was in love, but none of that comes close to what I feel for him. I’m frightened because I know I’ve lost myself in him, I’m not the same person without him and that is such a powerful and terrifying feeling where I can’t even go throughout my day without him because I feel so dead and empty inside.
I want a dyke for president. I want a person with AIDS for president and I want a fag for vice president and I want someone with no health insurance and I want someone who grew up in a place where the earth is so saturated with toxic waste that they didn’t have a choice about getting leukemia.
I want a president that had an abortion at sixteen and I want a candidate who isn’t the lesser of two evils and I want a president who lost their last lover to AIDS, who still sees that in their eyes every time they lay down to rest, who held their lover in their arms and knew they were dying.
I want a president who has stood on line at the clinic, at the DMV, at the welfare office and has been unemployed and laid off and sexually harassed and gay-bashed and deported. I want someone who has spent the night in the tombs and had a cross burned on their lawn and survived rape.
I want someone who has been in love and been hurt, who respects sex, who has made mistakes and learned from them. I want a black woman for president. I want someone with bad teeth and an attitude, someone who has eaten that nasty hospital food, someone who cross-dresses and has done drugs and been in therapy.
I want someone who has committed civil disobedience. And I want to know why this isn’t possible. I want to know why we started learning somewhere down the line that a president is always a clown: always a john and never a hooker. Always a boss and never a worker, always a liar, always a thief and never caught.
written by Zoe Leonard (via sonofbaldwin)