  Can I exist on NPR alone? Yet again, I made the two mile trek to Ralphs and back. A full moon following me, and a slight springy feeling propelling my gait a little faster than Im used to. I feel the swelling gathering force in my ankles, but it really didnt hurt all that much thanks to my pharmacist. I retrieved some goods, and then as Im walking out I stopped to check out the ballot measure proposals some guy was petitioning for.
Ive a strange lust for politics, so I stayed a while and went through all he had. I pretend Im educated, but my sources are somewhat limited to NPR and my parents conservative opinions/yelling spells. I signed most of them, but there were a couple I skipped. Primary education doesnt need more tax revenue to remain buoyant; it needs internal reform so the surplus of cash isnt squandered by unethical administrators. (if you spend it all unwisely, you can always cry for more - like CDF) And another one I had to question him on. Something about Megans Law to allow parents to go online and find the addresses of all the sex offenders in their area. Now, it kind of sounds like a good preventative measure. But I had to ask him: What about homosexuals?
In some states, the simple act of sodomy is reason enough to add these people into that same database. Doesnt that worry you? The guy had little to say other than, oh, well. Theyre trying to marry and do all these sorts of things, and I dont think it matters much. So, you dont think homosexuals ought to be excluded from this label of sex offender? I didnt let him respond. Because, Im queer. And I dont think you should be publicly identified if you for instance get a blow job from your wife. Ah, the free use of language I enjoy. A woman walking out of the store turned around at the word queer.
And then kept going when the word "blow job" (OK, two) was uttered. I mentioned Lawrence vs. Texas to highlight the fact that this kind of lumping together of sexual criminals and "deviants" still exists to a large extent and that more should be done first to clarify the issue. With cordial evasiveness, he placated my remarks and let me move on to the next petition without further disagreement. Blah. A part of me says, Sign it. Let the people decide. And then the informed, intelligent part of me says, People are too stupid and too uneducated (let alone devoid of enlightenment) to make such decisions in the voting booth.
I /like/ that voter turn-out is so low. Stay home with your _American Idol_ crap, and leave the real decisisons up to folks who care enough to investigate whats behind the brevity of yes or no. I shook his hand as I left. Apparently, I was a bit more interactive than most who stop on by. He proffered his paw first. And as you who know me could probably guessed, I sterilized my hands once I was out of ocular range. Couldnt we all just bump forearms? Why does it have to be contact with the dirtiest parts of us?
I need to begin a petition... So with that, I walked on home. Again, with a speed Im not used to. All the walking has paid off in stamina. Too bad its detrimental to my ankle's healing - the strain is only worsening the flawed healing of the bone and ligaments. Like all things I like and am good at. Writing, sports, pushing limits, enduring pain, and remaining in solitude for days on end Ah, the imbalance of being in ones mid-20s. 
