Today is the second day in a row that I have watched an entire movie during nap time. It is like winning the lottery. The mom lottery.
the dmo show: that dan savage article about the teacher proposal really got me worked up.
Article here in case you missed it.
For those of you who just started following me within the last few months, or don’t pay attention to my tumblr beyond the mashups and pictures of my dog, I was an elementary school teacher in Florida up until this school year…
Speaking as someone who grew up gay but didn’t come out until college, it would have changed my life to have known when I was a teenager than one (or more!) of my teachers was gay. It would have made me feel like less of a freak. It would have helped me know that a person could grow up and get a job and live a regular life. It would have given me hope. But I suppose that’s exactly what the guardians of the closet are scared of. How dare I imagine I’m actually kinda normal.
And maybe more than anything else: how dare I imagine God loves me as much as God loves them.
#So TiredRAAAAWR.
I view this contraption, even in its modern form, as little more than a torture device. Take me back to the days of letter writing. Tweet me. Text me. Just quit making me talk on the telephone. Retro Black 706 Telephone (by Old Telephones)
