Blue v. Red (and, no - not the rivalry)

We’re trying to create a blue family in a very red state.
We’re blue. We’re very blue. We’re almost as blue as two lesbians in an eleven-year relationship can be. We vote blue. We talk blue. We hang out with other blue people. We yell at the TV when the not-blue president gives a speech.

Our state is red. It’s very red. In fact, it’s arguably the reddest state in the nation. It’s a state where the masses brainlessly follow any red leader without a second thought just like lambs being led to the slaughter. OK – that may be an over generalization, but not by far. We’re currently the only state with a presidential approval rating higher than the disapproval rating, and it’s not something skinny like 48% - 52%. It’s overwhelming – like 75% - 25%! Asinine.
So, here we are: two women in a relationship that is seen as a grievous sin by most, frowned upon by many, and accepted by few. It’s often difficult to get through a day knowing that being who you are equates to danger. Don’t misinterpret this to mean that we are confronted with violence each day. We’re not, but many people that we meet daily would just as soon spit on us than look us in the eyes. Most of the others are simply disgusted. So, it is difficult to function sometimes. It is a crazy reality.

Oh! Don’t even get me started on the “It’s a choice…” argument. Who chooses to be hated?