If my heart were bleeding before I met him
… then now it must be hemorrhaging under his influence. Because this is pretty much only the second or third time in my life that I’ve met someone with political views even more radical than mine and my god is it insane/fantastic that I’m fucking said person.
It is so liberating to know that he agrees with everything I think. I don’t have to censor myself when it comes to anything: race, gender, sexuality, class, none of it. I’ve dated more moderate people before (who nonetheless describe themselves as liberals) and it’s like night and day. Sure, Democrats can fall for Republicans and people aren’t inherently incompatible for supporting different presidential candidates, but this isn’t really about Obama vs. Clinton. I’m not even affiliated with a political party nor do I follow the election because I could give less of a shit about the “issues”. The type of society I’d like to see is not the kind that could be implemented by any current platform. Most Harvard kids — and people in general — would think I’m crazy if they knew some of the things I advocate, which is why I do not discuss with even close friends these topics because someone will always get offended or accused of being crazy.
The Guy? Doesn’t think I’m crazy. Actually thinks I’m not crazy enough. Whether it’s my ardor for corrective public policy or my completely unjustified crying fits, he has a pretty amazing threshold for what he considers “still spoonable.”
