Gig 'em!
So Texas A&M.... there's a fine school. We had an okay day. We were there protesting "Don't Ask, Don't Tell", cause the Aggies have the largest ROTC program outside of the military academies. It was rainy and not so fabulous, but alright. The food was icky. We ate in the cadet dining hall for dinner. I had a good conversation with a guy who is taking his first sociology class and is having his mind blown wide open. He gave me a nice mini lecture on white heterosexual privilege. It was so cute, I just wanted to rub his little bald head. But seriously, he's a good guy and a good ally.
So our whole point was to ask ROTC members "Would you serve with me?" (as an openly gay person). I think our overall total as a group was about half and half, but the older cadets and the officers seemed pretty open. Personally, I learned that I feel very uncomfortable approaching men with guns to ask if they'll let me play too. But we're all learning to challenge our comfort zones.
By the way, the title is the Aggie cheer. I learned that it comes from a frog hunting term. Who knew?
This afternoon we arrived in Dallas and immediately began an hours-long photo shoot for The Advocate. We're going to be on the cover! We did a bunch of different poses, including many of us jumping up and down and yelling like enthusiastic activist maniacs. For some of those I was in the front row; that's not the way I want to make my major media debut. Oh, there's a short article in Newsweek this week about our stop at OBU, woot.
Anyway, this evening was a fundraiser at the home of former state representative and big ginormous ally Harryat Earhardt. It was a lot of fun; good food and good company and a good chorale performance, just hanging out with folks. So nice to relax.
Alright, I am off to relax even more in my lovely La Quinta room. At least the paintings aren't the same. Tomorrow is a rally at the CCCU conference and then I'm going to meet Robin's parents. Eep! I'm showing up with a bunch of dirty laundry... not a great first impression. Wish me luck!
So our whole point was to ask ROTC members "Would you serve with me?" (as an openly gay person). I think our overall total as a group was about half and half, but the older cadets and the officers seemed pretty open. Personally, I learned that I feel very uncomfortable approaching men with guns to ask if they'll let me play too. But we're all learning to challenge our comfort zones.
By the way, the title is the Aggie cheer. I learned that it comes from a frog hunting term. Who knew?
This afternoon we arrived in Dallas and immediately began an hours-long photo shoot for The Advocate. We're going to be on the cover! We did a bunch of different poses, including many of us jumping up and down and yelling like enthusiastic activist maniacs. For some of those I was in the front row; that's not the way I want to make my major media debut. Oh, there's a short article in Newsweek this week about our stop at OBU, woot.
Anyway, this evening was a fundraiser at the home of former state representative and big ginormous ally Harryat Earhardt. It was a lot of fun; good food and good company and a good chorale performance, just hanging out with folks. So nice to relax.
Alright, I am off to relax even more in my lovely La Quinta room. At least the paintings aren't the same. Tomorrow is a rally at the CCCU conference and then I'm going to meet Robin's parents. Eep! I'm showing up with a bunch of dirty laundry... not a great first impression. Wish me luck!
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