My Dream

I dream of being valued by my employers.

I dream of never fearing when I might get fired because I am a muff-diving dyke.

I dream that, for once, things would get better and stay better.

I dream of having job security.

I dream of owning my own home.

I dream of growing old with my girlfriend.

I dream of going more than a week without hearing "CNAs are a dime a dozen."

I dream of not living paycheck to paycheck.

I dream of a stable life.

I dream of being able to take a family vacation every year. Hell, I'd settle for every other year.

I dream of world peace coming before my boys have to go off to war.

The sad, frakking reality is that I am nothing but a grunt. Maybe, I should be ashamed to wipe asses for a living. Maybe, nurses, administrators, and everybody else is better than me. Maybe, I shouldn't dream at all. Dreams might just be what us poor, unedjumakatd folk use to keep from drowning in sorrow.

I was told today that I am worthless. I was told that my sexual preferences make me less than. I was told that my sex life was the basis for getting rid of my shower aide position. That I needed to learn that I am no better than anyone else. That as long as I am a dyke I will never be considered for a promotion because my administrator doesn't like my personal choices. One mistake and I am out of a job. And, there is nothing I could do.

Fuck the world.