"If the Supreme Court says that you have the right to consensual (gay) sex within your home, then you have the right to bigamy, you have the right to polygamy, you have the right to incest, you have the right to adultery. You have the right to anything." - Rick Santorum, 4/21/03
This quote was still in my head, three plus years later, as I watched the returns last night and saw that this asshole lost his Senate seat in Pennsylania. Granted, the Democrat who won the seat is anti-choice, but I can much easier stomach that than someone who is a hateful asshole in addition to being way more anti-choice. [I have decided to stop using the linguistic framework of the right in this argument. I am no longer going to say pro-life, but rather anti-choice.]
I don't know how Virginia is so close, or I do know, and that depresses me, but there is good news elsewhere, and possibly still even so in Virginia. The unqualified good news is that Eliot Spitzer easily won the New York governor's race, which is not a surprise at all, but still such good news. Spitzer is amazing in case you did not know. As Attorney General of New York, he put the fear of God into Wall Street, doing such amazing work. He is one of my heroes and I am so excited about what he might do as governor.
It is raining, dreary, and dark outside, and so, dark in my house also. I watched My Beautiful Laundrette last night and put my hand to my heart a couple times as if to calm it, or more likely to pretend that that touch of my own hand might be that of another, a film character, or, even better, someone in real life, someone to touch and to touch me and to send little thrills through my fingers, hands, body.