Tuesday, March 7
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.