“You post the lyrics on your blog…” ***

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*** I think very few people will get this reference, but I think Clay may pee his pants a little when he sees it. YOU’RE WELCOME. My shout-out — let me show it to you!

So, lately, I’ve been a tiny bit obsessed with the song Let It Go from Disney’s latest movie, Frozen. I have yet to see it, but this weekend, I will. I’m pretty sure it all started with seeing the sequence from the movie, and a couple of days later, seeing Court Clark singing a cover of it. And then I listened to it a zillion times. And then my iTunes BROKE, so I can’t even buy the soundtrack! DAMMIT!

So, yeah. This weekend will be a movie. And hopefully fixing my iTunes so I can sing in the car!

And now, the lyrics, after this here jumpy thingy!

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Still Second Class

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So, Leon and I have been together for 11 years. Comingled finances for about 10 1/2 years. Leases, loans, credit cards, everything. Thankfully, he’s always had jobs that offer domestic partner benefits.

Now, he’s unemployed and I have a job. I can get insurance through my employer. The insurance, while decent, is through two different providers, one for medical and one for dental and vision. I was filling out my applications for them today and got to the question about marital status.

Marital Status: Single // Married // Divorced

It’s always a tricky question. We’re not legally married in any state in the country (something that *will* change this year, dammit). If I have to get in on the fucking lawsuit against the state of Ohio to get my 14th amendment rights, I will. In, as my friend Zach says, a cocaine heartbeat.

Let me be perfectly clear about this: none of this is the fault of my employer or the insurance agent. It is completely the fault of the insurance providers. If I was married to a woman, this wouldn’t even be an issue. If I was a single parent, this wouldn’t be an issue.

For those of you who can’t seem to see that this is about creating a second-class distinction, you’re part of the problem. And that makes you one of the biggest fucking douchebags on the entire planet. Those of you who can’t seem to fight for anyone who’s not just like you, same pile of douchebaggery.

I’m so goddamned angry right now that I’m surprised that my hair isn’t on fire. There will be so much pixel death tonight. SO MUCH.