For The Women’s March

I confirmed all of his worst fears.  Because even though he was an atheist, he still believed women came from the devil.  My unwillingness to sacrifice my life on the altar of our relationship was the first hint that something was horribly wrong.

And something was wrong.  I committed one mortal sin after another.  Laughing too loudly.  Going out too often.  Writing too much.  Refusing to hide my weirdness.  Refusing to live like the saintly women I knew–starving themselves until they fainted, inspiring their men with their very presence, full of gratitude and grace.

Never satisfied, angry and opinionated.  The serpent from hell had once come to chat with a woman just like me, or so I’ve been told.

Well, you can have your devil.  He crumbles before my Kali–She who can destroy the universe you’ve built with one touch.  Fear of Her is the reason you’ve tied us down and locked us away for all these centuries.

But even when we’ve been tied down with velvet ribbons and smothered in lace, She never really goes away.  At night, when I’m curled up next to him, breathing into his ear, She’s there.  Silent, but breathing with me.

Are You still asleep, my love?

 

I hear a lot about the real America. I’m told it’s a very particular kind of place. It’s the heartland with its God-fearing and armed Christians which is the real America. Not the perverted coasts. Not elitist New York or liberal Hollywood.

Problem is, I love the fake America. I’m an immigrant–I know, we’re not quite as fashionable as we used to be–and I definitely didn’t come here for the real America. If I wanted to be surrounded by farms and church-goers, I could’ve stayed in rural Eastern Europe. Those of us around the world who dream of America dream of a glamorous and exciting place. I dreamed of the land of skyscrapers and city skylines, of jazz and rap. I didn’t think of Americans as people who followed conservative tradition, I thought of them as people who outraged their elders by doing inappropriate dances, and doing them with inappropriate dance partners. My parents imitated Americans with jeans and hippie hair and rock’n’roll. When we lived behind the Iron Curtain and we fantasized about the States, we didn’t fantasize about being a televangelist (except maybe for their wealth).

Our patriotic pundits like to remind us that America is exceptional. I agree that it is. But if it looked like they wish it did, it wouldn’t be exceptional at all. There are already plenty of narrow-minded and theocratic places on this planet–there’s no need for more. There’s not nearly enough of the mixed-up and the crazy and the sinful. Those are the parts of America I love the most. And I hope that God or Goddess will continue to bless them for many years to come.

So this is a good sign for the Obama campaign–conservatives are nervous enough that they’ve started talking to God.  A Utah woman named Mona Williams is calling for a day of fasting for Romney this Sunday.  She states that she is “frustrated” with the direction the country is heading in and asks that people fast and pray for Mitt to be “blessed in the debates”.  She’s not the only one.  I was watching Glenn Beck’s show a few days ago on his new channel, and he was exhorting his followers to fall on their knees and cry out to God about the election.

First of all, what does it say about Mitt’s skill and charisma that he needs divine intervention for the debates?  Overall, though, this is encouraging to hear.  Conservatives are starting to acknowledge that Obama could very well win re-election.  I’m no longer hearing them claim that the President is unpopular with the general public.  Now their theory seems to be that people have been deceived, and they’re praying that a miracle will turn this around.

Naturally, they’re making a huge assumption–that God is on their side.  Beyond the most basic questions–Does God exist?  Is He an automatic supporter of the Mormon Church, or any other church?–even the views within the LDS Church are divided.  Some Mormons are big believers in helping the poor and did not appreciate Mitt’s “47%” comments.  In fact, if Mitt gets elected President, he will join a ward in Washington DC in which most members are Obama supporters.

So if divine intervention does get involved, who knows which way it will go?  Personally, I believe we are the ones who are responsible for who gets elected, but if I decided to meditate to the Goddess, I know it would be for a completely different election result than Mona Williams.