It’s been nearly four years since my grandmother Charlotte died in July 2009. At her wake, I met a handful of people from Planned Parenthood of Cameron & Willacy Counties—two of the poorest counties in Texas. Family planning, and specifically abortion access, was Charlotte’s cause. In her obituary, the family asked that “in lieu of food or flowers, PLEASE send donations to the liberal charity of your choice, or to Planned Parenthood of Cameron & Willacy Counties.”
The right to safe and legal abortion was important to her because she witnessed firsthand the brutality women inflicted on themselves when it was not available: when she was a girl, Charlotte found her family’s housekeeper bleeding out in her bedroom after trying to self-abort.
I put this pair of her glasses in my purse before leaving to watch Wendy Davis filibuster to stop Texas Senate Bill 5 yesterday. I’d been encouraged to do so by Texas Monthly senior editor [note: my husband is on staff at TM] Erica Grieder, who said “I’m projecting a not-appalling day in politics.” Her full account is here.
And a not-appalling day in the Texas Legislature is none too common. In 1989 my mom brought me to my first rally—appropriately enough, one for NARAL—at the Texas Capitol. It was an excellent time for (liberal) women in Texas. Ann Richards would be elected governor the following year, and Mom would take my sister and me to La Zona Rosa—then mostly a Mexican restaurant that sometimes had music—to watch the returns and to the Hyatt to watch her victory speech. When you’re 14 and you see that as your first big in-person electoral moment, you feel pretty good about politics in Texas. Then you turn 18 and cast your first vote for Ann Richards and she loses to George W. Bush and you’re in for twenty years of fuckery.
i dont know why you are following me. i dont know why i havent deleted this stupid thing yet.
'Dear 900+ mostly strangers that follow me & don't pass judgement or hardly even comment on my silly little life, should I put my twitter account on lock down & kick out my husband because he's insecure & acts a fool when he sees something on here he doesn't like?
Oh, I KNOW he SHOULD be secure in his relationship with me, but I’m learning I married a big foolish insecure jerk who doesn’t understand that I don’t have to tell him every little thing that passes thru my mind because I feel threatened by his jealous possessive insecurity. After all, he does put holes in doors when he can’t control me. I mean, control his temper.
Every time we fight I am re-routing my escape plan & just yesterday I thought I should give back all the $$$$ my relatives gave me at my stupid bridal shower that I didn’t even want whenever we wind up getting divorced & the next time I think I want to get married, I sure as fuck aint bringin him home & ill go elope in vegas like a smart stripper would have without asking anyones permission (you know, cos you can take the girl out of the stripclub, but you can’t take the stripper out of the girl).
Why did I think it was a good idea to get married in the first place anyway? Why did I think it was a good idea to leave ATX in the first place? I feel like I’m back to missing my cat & my old life & my old friends more than when I first left, more than when I moved here a year ago, maybe more than ever. I even miss my old gold bike too, & that thing was a piece of shit. I mean, things sure have gotten better since I’ve been here, you know cos I really love all my aerial classes & I’m even starting to make some friends, but sometimes, and it seems more often than not, I think I may have made a big mistake committing so deeply to this relationship. To everyone that thought this was a bad idea, thank you for your concern & I’m sorry I hadn’t listened to you.
Thanks, 900+ mostly strangers that don’t think I’m less of a person for any stupid shit I do (like letting a fanged custy spank the living fuck outta me in VIP or getting married to a foolish & insecure young boy who already thinks himself a man), I really appreciate the space you give me to vent, and the complete lack of judgemental commentary & occasional minimal responses I receive from you. If only my husband were so supportive. Oh well, maybe next time.
just in case you were wondering if i dont love him enough, dont worry, ive already beat you to it, i wonder too.
I beg young people to travel. If you don’t have a passport, get one. Take a summer, get a backpack and go to Delhi, go to Saigon, go to Bangkok, go to Kenya. Have your mind blown. Eat interesting food. Dig some interesting people. Have an adventure. Be careful. Come back and you’re going to see your country differently, you’re going to see your president differently, no matter who it is. Music, culture, food, water. Your showers will become shorter. You’re going to get a sense of what globalization looks like. It’s not what Tom Friedman writes about; I’m sorry. You’re going to see that global climate change is very real. And that for some people, their day consists of walking 12 miles for four buckets of water. And so there are lessons that you can’t get out of a book that are waiting for you at the other end of that flight. A lot of people—Americans and Europeans—come back and go, ohhhhh. And the light bulb goes on.
OMG I USED TO DO THE SAME EXACT INVISIBLE STRING THING WHEN I WAS A KID!!!
Have you got a particular skill that people might not know about? (x)
This is pretty cool. I don’t think I could ever do it.
this was my cat. her name was CutiePie LuvBug. i just called her cutie. when we moved out of texas, she ran away from me at a rest stop in tennessee somewhere between memphis and nashville. sometimes i am still sad about it, and sometimes i still miss her. i loved her a lot.