Another thing I could call C:
My "domestic partner". That's abbreviated "DP." "Domestic Partner" is not what "DP" means to me.
Anything but that.
Monday, November 19, 2007
Friday, November 16, 2007
I need a new word.
For years I have been attempting to find an appropriate description for my relationship with C.
I've lived with C. for four and a half years. We have a dynamic and rewarding friendship. We have a fulfilling (and frequent) sexual relationship. We fight. We bought a house together and we own a dog and three cats. "Boyfriend" doesn't quite do it, does it?
Why isn't he a "husband?" I'm a unrepentant feminist and I don't believe that we should own each other. Some of our dear friends are not allowed to marry the person that they wish. Seems unfair to me. All that, and I've been married twice--hasn't worked very well for me yet.
Other possible terms:
"Significant Other." Definitely something out of a "Cathy" comic strip. Also used frequently by my clients. Doesn't quite cover it.
"Partner." Closer, but since I am a lawyer, people ask me when I quit the public defender's office and started my own practice. Doesn't really communicate the depth of our relationship, does it?
My ability to communicate about this wonderful man is a bit limited. C. has been calling me "My Lady" for years (sometimes with a "darling") added in. It's a bit of that ownership thing, but I really like it. "My Man" or whatever, is just disturbing and repulsive.
So--you can see my issue. What the hell do I call this guy!?
I'd call myself happy.
I've lived with C. for four and a half years. We have a dynamic and rewarding friendship. We have a fulfilling (and frequent) sexual relationship. We fight. We bought a house together and we own a dog and three cats. "Boyfriend" doesn't quite do it, does it?
Why isn't he a "husband?" I'm a unrepentant feminist and I don't believe that we should own each other. Some of our dear friends are not allowed to marry the person that they wish. Seems unfair to me. All that, and I've been married twice--hasn't worked very well for me yet.
Other possible terms:
"Significant Other." Definitely something out of a "Cathy" comic strip. Also used frequently by my clients. Doesn't quite cover it.
"Partner." Closer, but since I am a lawyer, people ask me when I quit the public defender's office and started my own practice. Doesn't really communicate the depth of our relationship, does it?
My ability to communicate about this wonderful man is a bit limited. C. has been calling me "My Lady" for years (sometimes with a "darling") added in. It's a bit of that ownership thing, but I really like it. "My Man" or whatever, is just disturbing and repulsive.
So--you can see my issue. What the hell do I call this guy!?
I'd call myself happy.
Friday, November 9, 2007
Everyone Loves War Stories, Right?
I once second-chaired a murder case with the best facts.
Alright, they were really good facts for the state, but they make a good story.
My client walks in to Southeast Precinct one warm, summer afternoon and says, "there's a body in my bathtub. It's my husband. I want a lawyer." Good client. Good boy.
The cops ask if the client will take them to the house so they can get the body out if they promise not to talk to him. Client agrees. Cops ask no questions and the client lets them into the house. There is, indeed, a body in the bathtub.
Actually, there is a bathtub full of frozen food. Amongst the frozen food is a hairy, human toe. Cops exit and get a warrant.
My darling client (and he was a darling), not knowing what to do when he awoke from an alcoholic blackout to find his husband dead, had spent three days emptying the freezer in an attempt to preserve the body. Oh, and sprinkling baking soda.
The cause of death was blunt force trauma and/or strangulation. We had no motions. We tried to find a defense (in addition to the obvious alcoholic blackout). My client was horrified that we were even trying. He had a record, he just wanted the best deal we could get him.
We got him 20 years on a Manslaughter and a misdemeanor abuse of a corpse.
Alright, they were really good facts for the state, but they make a good story.
My client walks in to Southeast Precinct one warm, summer afternoon and says, "there's a body in my bathtub. It's my husband. I want a lawyer." Good client. Good boy.
The cops ask if the client will take them to the house so they can get the body out if they promise not to talk to him. Client agrees. Cops ask no questions and the client lets them into the house. There is, indeed, a body in the bathtub.
Actually, there is a bathtub full of frozen food. Amongst the frozen food is a hairy, human toe. Cops exit and get a warrant.
My darling client (and he was a darling), not knowing what to do when he awoke from an alcoholic blackout to find his husband dead, had spent three days emptying the freezer in an attempt to preserve the body. Oh, and sprinkling baking soda.
The cause of death was blunt force trauma and/or strangulation. We had no motions. We tried to find a defense (in addition to the obvious alcoholic blackout). My client was horrified that we were even trying. He had a record, he just wanted the best deal we could get him.
We got him 20 years on a Manslaughter and a misdemeanor abuse of a corpse.
Tuesday, November 6, 2007
Stop Picking on My Clients!
I'll admit it. I talk to myself.
More to the point, I talk, scream, and jump up and down at inanimate objects that bring me bad news.
Like this morning.
I represent this 18 year old kid. Sweet guy. Graduated from high school this past spring, doesn't cause any trouble, listens to his mom, and keeps his ears clean.
On a balmy spring evening last March, sweet kid is walking with his sweet kid friends, minding their own business. Officer Friendly sees these kids minding their own business and he thinks he needs to shake things up a bit. Must have been a particularly slow night in the Republic of Portland. After Officer Friendly engages my poor client in an illegal stop, my kid admits he has "quite a bit" of marijuana in his backpack.
A couple of notes for those of you who don't practice law in Oregon...
1. Our search and seizure law is good and it is getting better all the time. Our Supreme Court doesn't care what SCOTUS says. We're in Oregon, damn it and we do things our own way. Pioneering spirit and all that. Hell, we've got a whole wagon trail named after us!
2. This is Oregon. More importantly, this is Portland. I think I might be the only person in Portland who isn't getting baked on a nightly basis. OK, that's maybe an exaggeration. Point is, we don't care that much about pot in this city!
I've had this case since I took over another attorney's case load in May. In August I filed a kick-ass motion to suppress evidence. No reasonable suspicion to stop my client. No reason to demand his ID. Unlawfully extended stop. All the good stuff.
The DDA kept setting the case over. He's going to file a response to my motion. Yeah, right. In all my time as a PD in this city, I have never had a written response to anything from this DA's office.
This morning, I got my response via e-mail. "Dear Miss Conduct: Plead out your client now or we'll go back to the grand jury and we'll reindict him for much, much worse. Love, DDA."
I screamed at my computer.
More to the point, I talk, scream, and jump up and down at inanimate objects that bring me bad news.
Like this morning.
I represent this 18 year old kid. Sweet guy. Graduated from high school this past spring, doesn't cause any trouble, listens to his mom, and keeps his ears clean.
On a balmy spring evening last March, sweet kid is walking with his sweet kid friends, minding their own business. Officer Friendly sees these kids minding their own business and he thinks he needs to shake things up a bit. Must have been a particularly slow night in the Republic of Portland. After Officer Friendly engages my poor client in an illegal stop, my kid admits he has "quite a bit" of marijuana in his backpack.
A couple of notes for those of you who don't practice law in Oregon...
1. Our search and seizure law is good and it is getting better all the time. Our Supreme Court doesn't care what SCOTUS says. We're in Oregon, damn it and we do things our own way. Pioneering spirit and all that. Hell, we've got a whole wagon trail named after us!
2. This is Oregon. More importantly, this is Portland. I think I might be the only person in Portland who isn't getting baked on a nightly basis. OK, that's maybe an exaggeration. Point is, we don't care that much about pot in this city!
I've had this case since I took over another attorney's case load in May. In August I filed a kick-ass motion to suppress evidence. No reasonable suspicion to stop my client. No reason to demand his ID. Unlawfully extended stop. All the good stuff.
The DDA kept setting the case over. He's going to file a response to my motion. Yeah, right. In all my time as a PD in this city, I have never had a written response to anything from this DA's office.
This morning, I got my response via e-mail. "Dear Miss Conduct: Plead out your client now or we'll go back to the grand jury and we'll reindict him for much, much worse. Love, DDA."
I screamed at my computer.
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