For My Girls

Oh, we said our dreams will carry us
And if they don’t fly we will run
Now we push right past to find out
Oh, how to win what they all lost

Oh ah, oh ah
We know now we want more
Oh ah, oh ah
A life worth fighting for. – Santigold, “Disparate Youth”

Texas state senator Wendy Davis’s filibuster. The death of DOMA and Prop. 8. People standing tall for equality and autonomy. It was a great day.

We aren’t done.

Because the “T” in GLBTAP is so misunderstood, and the “P” hardly recognised at all, we aren’t done.

Because the attacks on female bodily autonomy will never stop taking new forms, we aren’t done.

Because marriage is not the only issue with regard to GLBTP prejudice, we aren’t done.

Because there are still people who shout with joy at the death of DOMA and excoriate Paula Deen, and champion equality, who then turn around and casually drop “retarded,” “retard,” “fucking retard,” or “fucktard” into conversation without seeing their hypocrisy, or suggest that the disabled are better off dead, we aren’t done.

The work has been strong, and today we should cheer. We should celebrate. But we should remember that we aren’t done yet.

There is much to be done. Let’s go do it.

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