Have I told you that life is weird? No? Well then: Life is Weird. My coming out the other day has sort of snowballed into me becoming a member of my university's Queer Action Committee. Which is great, but... The last time I was involved in anything vaguely political was two years ago when the anti-racist high school union I was a part of collapsed under the weight of
misguided socialists and
crazy megalomaniacs (Hello, Jess!). It turned me off political activism completely. So now, even the fact that I'm involved in a "collective" makes me shudder instinctively, makes me want to wash my hands. Today, sitting and listening to all these very nice people with their speaker's lists, and motions, and plans to politely destroy the Christian Union for inviting homophobic public speakers, I felt a chill of doom. Maybe I'm just cynical, but I can't escape the feeling that youthful activists always grow into hardened, unfeeling old people with an axe to grind and the energy of the new youthful activists to exploit...