Why I protest

My protests are small.

I take to the streets now and then, but not often.

I confront people on facebook about their pictures, when I think those pictures are wrong.
Someone posted something about the Bible being banned in schools and allowed in prisons, with the implication that if it was allopwed in schools we wouldn't need prisons. I objected, shwoing him that nowehere in this country is the Bible banned from schools. What is prohibited is the teacher reading from it in an authoritative way.

I confront people about the Pledge of Alleigance. I do not stand for the Pledge. I do not bow my head for prayers. (they're never to my gods anyway, and my gods don't demand subserviance) These are small, every day protests. By choosing to stand against coerced displays of patriotism and faith, I am digging in my heels against America's slide into theocratic fascism.

I take it for granted that people won't care that I am queer, won't care that I am pagan. When the ladies at weight watchers start in about church potlucks, I mention coven potlucks. Because it desenitizes them to these things. Out of all the closets means bigger target, but it also makes you the human face.

I see my country, a country I work for, support and work to make better for my children, falling apart.

I see theocrats gaining power at every level, religious nutballs running for president and making a good showing.

I see my own wages stagnating, my children's hopes of college or even a better life evaporating. I see greed of a few being prioritiozed over the needs of the many every time.
I see people we elected to represent and help us blockading any and all help for us.
I see a future of debt slavery, corporate control and anesthsetized people who can't figure out why they can't afford all the shiny stuff they see on TV.

So, I protest. In my small ways.

My tweets

• Sun, 15:30: Weekly Round Up http://t.co/uLlW6hVM
• Mon, 01:56: Why I protest http://t.co/5XH6sPe2

No state of the Sooky today

I accomplished nothing except getting Olivia packed off to Ohio, cutting up a watermelon, making lunch and writing the synopsis for my space pirate story.

Taking title suggestions.


Commander Cliff Cody is the paragon of the Space Exploration Rangers, the darling of the galaxy-wide media. His charming three-dimpled smile, wavy hair and square jaw have inspired thousands of young men to don the midnight blue of the Rangers, and millions more to try for it.

So when he and his two husbands, Jake and Frank, are publicly stripped of their honors and uniforms and packed off to a prison planet for violating the Code of the Rangers, the galaxy is aghast.

But the hero of the spaceways is indomitable, escaping from the prison planet with his men, and turning pirate. He allies himself with the most feared and elusive pirate in the galaxy, Rafe Fioved, and together they make life a merry hell for the authorities.

The media adores their exploits and Cliff's fame soars. Then comes the day when the truth is revealed. Cliff hands Rafe and his galaxy-wide pirate network over to the Rangers. He and his husbands are reinstated and the legend only grows larger. As both his husbands can attest.