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Tuesday, November 04, 2008 

I voted

I voted this morning. I was #8 in line when the polling place opened. Everyone was chatting about how excited they were without actually mentioning any names, lest that violate the "no campaigning" rule.

There were "No on 8" people campaigning 101 feet away from the polling place, God bless them.

When I leaving, I walked up to an elderly woman who was volunteering for "No on 8" and thanked her for getting out at the last minute. She told me that was German, having escaped concentration camps when her parents fled with her to the US when she was little. She started tearing up and told me how she had to help Prop. 8 in anyway she could because it was just too much like what the Nazis did to the Jews in Germany.

As I drove off, I saw a house with a "Yes on 8" sign in their yard and I got so mad.

I got to thinking...I feel very uncomfortable having more rights than someone else I know. It's a very uncomfortable feeling knowing that my gay friends don't have the same rights as I do...that they don't get treated the same way as me. What did I do that is so special that I deserve to be treated fairly and they don't?

*sigh*

It was really exciting to vote this morning, but also really scary.

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