OMG YOU GUISE!

I may still be a little tipsy.

I blubbered like a baby during Obama's speech, trust. Just ask scififanatic who was kind enough to sit through my ridiculous attempt to drive to Long Beach despite being lost at least three times. We met a lot of interesting people at the bar, and may have drank two extra Mai Tais (each) we didn't pay for *cough*. And there is nothing like being in a group of like-minded people shouting 'YES WE CAN' at a broadcast of the President-elect asking us to believe in hope and in change.

But right now, in my room with four extra Yes on 8 signs at my feet which I had grabbed from the road on the way back home, I want nothing more than for Prop 8 to not pass. Please, please, please, let there be light and let there be freedom from discrimination.

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This is bullshit.

According to the LA Times Proposition 8 won in Los Angeles County.

I feel so sick. How could this happen?

Right now the mood at the office is one of sadness, despite the wonderful results of the election. The first thing that came out of my mouth as I walked into work was to ask my co-worker, who also volunteered for the No on 8 campaign, what the latest numbers were. No words can express our shared misery then.

The co-worker, with the experience of Prop 22 back in 2000 under her belt, assured me there'll be lawsuits. Plenty of lawsuits to get this piece of turd proposition declared unconstitutional. I hope so, and I pledge to assist in every way I can to make sure same-sex marriage is legal again in California.

We may have lost the battle today, but not the war.