employ the pussy

chills run down my spine as i watch Hillary make her acceptance speech here in columbus. she is gorgeous in red. she is confident. she is joyful.

this evening when i told my daughter that we were going to vote, her response was "i want to be the president"

i then picked up my son and told him where we were going. he responded with "maybe i should be the president"

i feel hopeful.

the revolution is being televised. my children effortlessly declare a goal that was wholly unattainable when my parents were their age.

my life is a direct result of the women's movement.

when i was 7, i played sports with boys, i did so until i was 12. i played sports all through high school. at age 17 i chose to have an abortion and went to college to obtain my degree. i've left and stayed away from 2 abusive relationships. i am parenting my children with the support and community of my family...of origin and that which was chosen. i choose to love women. i choose not to wear makeup. i choose to wear makeup.

i am a woman...proudly.

to paraphrase ani d "...all decent men and women should call themselves feminists, out of respect to those who fought for this..."