From my lips to the deity's ears

I stopped today at the No on Prop 8 office to sign up for a few more shifts volunteering. I was chatting with one of the other volunteers, and told her I was going to phone bank to Nevada for Obama on Wednesday this week.

She shuddered. "I'm shy," she said. "I hate calling people I don't know."

"Well, me too." I told her. "I did it for Howard Dean and I did it a little in the primary for Obama, and it freaks me out." Then I said, "But at this point, honestly? I'd take off all my clothes and walk across Market St. naked, cellulite shining in the sun, every day until November, if it would make Barack Obama president. And not even blush."

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And I agreed to walk with you.

You have that effect on me.