Crosses, countertops and crying “shame”.

The Republican play to “woo” women.

As I’m sure you all know, I have been a diehard, unwaveringly proud Democrat for my entire life. It’s been essential to who I am & how I think and it instructs nearly every facet of my life. It’s just an elemental component of my existence.

Well… it was anyway.

You see, that’s all begun to change in recent days and I confess, it started with Katie Britt’s State of the Union Republican rebuttal.

I didn’t expect it. I wasn’t looking for it. It just happened, like the time I woke up with a giant zit in the center of my chest the morning of my stripper step-sister’s wedding at the military base rental hall (she was marrying the police officer who’d arrested her about a year earlier, and after many months of romance and parole hearings, they were finally tying the knot), and I knew that I’d be covering that damn thing with makeup the whole night because the dress I planned to wear was really low cut and the Hope Diamond wouldn’t have covered that Fucking thing it was so big. It was so big it had an orbit, so big someone tried to strap a saddle on it and ride it, so big Elon Musk tried to buy it and Donald Trump claimed credit for it but I digress… because the point is this — it totally ruined my night and I went home alone, but in retrospect, after decades of soul searching, and several subsequently successful random wedding hookups, I realized that it’s just one of those things that happens in life that you don’t plan, but you have to accept and adjust, and that was me, in that moment, alone in the dark, watching my tv screen, my abandoned womb suddenly aching for an occupant while I sat silently transfixed by the forced vocal modulations of Fundie Baby in a bedazzled-cross and a Kelly green button-down.