Dillon Black

“I want a dyke for president. I want a person living with HIV for president and I want a fag for vice president and I want someone with no health insurance and I want someone who grew up in a place so saturated with toxic waste that they didn’t have a choice about getting leukemia. I want a president that had an abortion at sixteen and I want a candidate who isn’t the lesser of two evils and I want… a president who lost their last lover to aids, who still sees that in their eyes every night they lay down to rest, who held their lover in their arms and knew they were dying. I want a president with no food on their table, a president who has stood in line at the meth clinic, at the shelter, at the welfare office, and has been unemployed and layed off and sexually assaulted, and gaybashed and deported. I want someone who has spent the night on the street, who has had to hold their breath for safety as they walk into the washroom that matches their gender identity, and survived raped. I want someone who has been in love and been hurt, who respects sex and choices, who gets consent, who has made mistakes and learned from them. I want someone who knows that rape jokes and saying the word Retarded perpetuates violence. I want a Black woman, a migrant woman, and a sex worker for president. I want someone with bad teeth and an attitude, someone who has eaten that nasty hospital food, someone who crossdresses and has done drugs and doesn’t have enough money to get the mental health services they need. I want someone who has committed civil disobedience, someone who’s been beaten by the police for no reason, and I want to know why we started learning somewhere down the line that a president is always a clown; always a john, and never a transgendered sex worker. Always a boss, and never a worker, always a liar, always a thief and never caught. I want someone for president.. someone who’s like you, or even someone like me.”