I'm running out of space

I'm drowning.  I'm suffocating.  I'm running out of space.

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Now whenever I send the words out into the universe there is someone I know, someone who knows me, who reads them and interprets them.  Sometimes things just need to be let out and let breathe.

Like me.  I'm in a cramped room, though I am surrounded by the things I love they're burying me.  That room is burying me alive.  So is my job.  I need to get out. And breathe.

We'll need to see your ID please, ma'am

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I'm disgusted by the proposed law in Arizona that would require women to "prove" their gender with ID when using a restroom. 

 If the bill passes with his amendment, police could stop any woman trying to use a women's restroom. She'd have to show proof that she's a woman, and if she doesn't have ID or the gender on her ID doesn't match her gender identity because she's trans – 6 months jail and a $2,500 fine.

When asked why the bill targeted trans people he explained that it's because he thinks "they're weird."

Well, bucko, WE'RE ALL FUCKING WEIRD. 
I'm a woman.  I have no problem with a trans-woman using the same bathroom as me. She's fighting a hard enough battle already without fighting a battle about where to pee.  GIVE HER A BREAK.
(I don't want to even wonder why there is a double standard for trans-men.  I don't.  I don't want to give Arizona any ideas.)

Arizona, and this isn't the first time, makes me ashamed of my country.  It really does.  I could rant or day.

Just please, if you care about this issue, go to this site and sign the petition.  Do what you can to stop the erosion of civil liberties.  And if you don't care about this issue, just please think about what civil liberties they can take from us next. 

When the worst happens

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I often think to myself that worse things could happen.  When I feel sorry for myself, I comfort myself by saying, "you have all your limbs!" or something similar ("at least both your eyes point in the same direction!").

Sometimes the worst things happen.  So far, the worst things have only happen to me a few times.  This has not happened to me yet.  And I will say, I doubt, NO, I know, I would not be so brave, or so graceful, if it did.
I have learned that I will do just about anything to live just a little bit longer.  And I hate myself for that.  Though perhaps the next time one of the worst things happens to me I will be brave, and graceful, and perhaps I am turning into a person I would like to be.

No matter what happens to us, no matter how many worst things happen (until the final one), there is always hope, however cruel and unlikely, and beautiful.

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