I’ve always felt a weird sort of guilty glee at my role in the (temporary) psychological torture and murder of a poor, innocent Furby.
A list that rumbled its way through my head today at lunch: I am a 40 year old middle-class employed cisgendered straight white male married homeowner in good physical and mental health. That’s a whole lot of privilege all piled up. And I’m sure that doesn’t cover all of it.
If you truly support a community, why express that support through a phrase that begins by separating yourself from that very community?
I think that most people who follow me already know this, but one week ago, on June 19th, eleven years after our first date, Prairie and I got married in a small civil ceremony at the Kittitas County Courthouse here in Ellensburg.