March 02, 2004
I wandered into my polling place about 30 minutes ago looking pretty much as I always look. Indie band t-shirt over long sleeves that are slightly too short, slouchy cargo pants that don't quite come up to cover my stomach tattoo, dirty hiking shoes, and half-inch eyelets in my earlobes. I found the right line to be in, gave my name and address, signed the register, and waited for my ballot card. While I did so, the following exchange took place between the poll worker who'd signed me in and the one who was preparing the card.
Pollworker 1: "What party is she again?"
Pollworker 2: "She's a Democrat. Can't you tell?"
I could just as easily be pegged as a Green, really (hiking shoes, people, hiking shoes!), but either way I'm just glad to have confirmation that the quality of Fucking Right I'm A Liberal seeps from my pores and glistens on my skin for everyone to see. Perhaps for the next election I'll carry a big sign declaring I'M ALSO NOT WEARING A BRA just to make it extra clear.
Posted by dianna at March 2, 2004 05:29 PM
You should wear a button that says "MY PENIS LEANS TO THE LEFT"
My housemate once dated a boy whose penis leaned to the left. This is what she shared when I told her your story.
[giggling in northern california]
This is Jolie's housemate, the one who once dated a boy whose penis leaned to the left. As cool as it was politically, it unfortunately made for some rather uncomfortable sex.
(and no, you don't know me personally, but I couldn't resist posting an expanded explanation of Jolie's post. ;) )
Er... are we talking, like, leaning WAY to the left? Because I've found a moderate amount of leaning to be perfectly comfortable. But then, in politics, if the word "moderate" applies then you're really not leaning that far left. Perhaps it's the same here.
Hi, Jolie's housemate!
couldn't you just lean to the left as well to mitigate the discomfort?
"so, are you straight?"
"no, i'm kind of to the left."
There's gotta be some way to correct that. Stretching one way or another... But I'd hate to tell you to stretch the wrong way and make it worse.