November 2012

Twenty states offer petitions to secede from the United States

The South still has trouble accepting that they lost the Civil War—and, apparently, the 2012 election.

Prior to the 2012 Presidential Election, the news that 51 percent of the population is prejudice against black people struck my heart with horror. I know that such hatred is commonplace, but half of the nation? Really? It’s worse than disgusting and depressing and infuriating; it’s all three wrapped up and more.

Now, after so many people are so outraged with Barack Obama as their president, many are threatening to leave for Canada. I did the same thing myself when GWII was re-elected; instead, I think I just drank a bunch of rum and stayed in bed for two days. But now we have all of these fun people petitioning to secede from the country because of the election results.

It’s just like your best friend screaming, “Give me your toy or I’m not your friend anymore!”

When you’re six.

A prayer for the country to get back on track

The election is over; it's time to be whole again.

I've been a registered voter and have cast my vote in several presidential elections since I turned 18, but none ever felt as tense as this one. For a long time, I thought it was the candidates themselves who had everyone so divided and passionate, but in retrospect, now that the election day has passed, I'm thinking what made this run so different, and tense, was social media.

Spain upholds same-sex marriage laws

After a seven-year struggle, the safety of gay marriage in Spain is finally cemented.

This year saw many advances in the realm of LGBT rights across the world.  Here in the United States our election brought forth gains in three states: Maryland, Washington and Maine.  Meanwhile, across the Atlantic Ocean, Spain was also doing their part to ensure that same-sex couples maintained all the rights afforded to opposite-sex couples.  After seven years of tenuous existence, the gay-rights laws of the country were cemented via a ruling from the

The world of erotic literature

It’s not as seedy as you think!

Yesterday marked the publication of my first ever eBook—ever book, really!—and said book just happened to be an erotic romance about a faery and some bikers… Yeah, I’m losing you already.

You probably think I’m some sort of sick weirdo, or someone piggybacking off of 50 Shades of Gray (which, by the way, I have never read). I guess I’m in between; I realize that there’s a need for erotica for women, and I happen to enjoy it myself—among just about every other genre—and I decided to try a hand at it for a contest. I won, hence my book.

I’ve been meeting many authors while I try to promote my book, and this erotic lit world is not nearly as seedy as people think it is. I still feel embarrassed to admit what it is to close family and homeschooling friends—several other authors are homeschoolers, so I need to make a note to ask how they do it!—and find myself referring to it as “supernatural romance,” which isn’t a lie, really…

As women, we are raised to be a lot of things. We are supposed to shoulder the burden, be ladies, not enjoy sex, not have confidence in our bodies or be athletic at all… Even though my parents didn’t teach me all of these things—they did teach me some of them—the media and our very culture, from our teachers to our friends’ parents, still do. I don’t know if I would like 50 Shades or not, but I do know that I like that women are finally getting their own erotica, that a sexual revolution that doesn’t just mean “freely have sex!” is happening. That revolution was important, for sure, but we still need more!

What I learned at the polls

Reaching across the aisle, I decided to share my cough drops with the poll people from the Right.

So much for your “personal responsibility” call, Republican woman across from me on Election Night who “borrowed” throat lozenges from me! Ha! I came prepared. You may have had gloves on that cold night, madam, but you did not have cough drops! An ex choir girl, I know to preserve my best instrument and weapon.

Seriously, though, when I heard these hoarse auctioneers talking about how “they treat us like we’re the bad guys”—speaking not of the two congenial gentlemen and my family holding our Democrat signs, but of Democrat voters who angrily shook their heads or even called out to them angrily—I had to offer my throat drops across the aisle—or, in this case, the entryway to our local recreation center. Most declined, save for a woman who claimed candidate materials filled her car. Why, I’m not sure, but she and her friends seemed to be quite anti-woman’s choice, ironically enough.

So I learned that it really is easy to reach across the aisle.

Watching Obama’s acceptance speech with a classroom of Mexicans

Analyzing a political speech

It’s true that Obama has a good image in many parts of the world, especially Europe. In some countries like Mexico (where I live and teach university), although the U.S. government in general isn’t much loved, people tend to like or at least have a forgiving attitude toward Obama. “He’s not Bush,” they say.

Growing up voting

Why I voted for a Republican in 2008 and a Democrat in 2012

I have a confession to make. It's not the sort of thing I like to discuss publicly, but I feel that by revealing my secret, I can come to terms with a past that continues to plague me. You see, in 2008, I voted for these two. 

I just wanted to slay Internet Dragons.

Politics are not a loot drop.

I will say this outright – I don’t enjoy political discourse. Not because it is not important (I think it is), or that it boring and unentertaining (OK, it can be those things but in general it is not), but that it brings out the worst in people. Especially people entrenched into believing that their side is the only correct side. And with the way it was shaping up between the two major parties, there was more infighting and disharmony between voters than between the incumbent and challenger. It left nothing but negativity and so just even engaging in it left me feeling drained and tired. 

So I pledged to do my civic duty and vote. I was lucky to have arrived at a quiet time at my polling station as the given picketers were placed a bit away from the door quietly holding signs, the staff inside were generally nice and me and my SO voted in those electronic booth things. We were in and out in less than 30 minutes.
But after that, we went home. We stopped a bit to talk but we were both now ready to simply lose ourselves in fantasy. This meant logging onto World of Warcraft and slaying Internet Dragons. We wanted to avoid the firestorm that was brewing. Either the person we voted for will win or not. Low key. No shouting.

Watching the elections on the Internet

Red, blue and plenty of advertisements

Like many people on the 6th of November, after casting my ballot I returned home to relax, have dinner and watch the results of the election play out.  Finding an election tracking site of some reliability, I left my computer ticking away while I did other things, glancing over every now and then to see which of the fifty graphical representations of states had changed to either red or blue.  Every once in a while, however, I had to walk back over to my computer and close some annoying pop-up advertisement that had appeared to block out my view of the election map.