Thinking about all the women in my life tonight, all of the queer people I know, the gays, lesbians, bi, the trans people, the immigrants and the sons and daughter of immigrants, all the people tonight who are probably feeling like this country hates them, and they have good reason to feel that way. It isn’t decided yet, but I think we can all feel it already: the fascist is going to win. I’m so angry about that. I feel so much heartbreak and rage over what electing someone like him makes all those people who are dear to me feel like.
I want you here. I love you. I will support you and continue to fight for you. I’m not going anywhere.
I honestly might delete the social media apps off of all my devices. In that sense I might be going somewhere. But only because I’ve become convinced that being on those app is actively a part of the problem. I think we might need to let them die, and take our discourse back into the real world. Which sounds insane. I know. Like pandora’s box, how can you expect to put something back inside once it’s out—social media is out there. How can we possibly put it back? I don’t know. But, at the very least, I know it’s fucking toxic, and I can’t go through again what it felt like to be online eight years ago when this happened last time. It was hell. So…
Yeah. We’ll see. I don’t know yet what I’m going to do, but that’s on the table for me.
I’ll be here though. And out there in the real world. I’ll look and see if there’s some sort of in-person organization I can join to help. I just don’t think I can do the online thing.
I’ll never forgive the conservative movement in this country for Trump. Ever. He’s the worst possible kind of person to give power to: a narcissist. The most corrupt president in a hundred years, maybe two hundred. Racist. Sexist. Completely out of touch with normal life. It’s…insane, and I don’t mean that as hyperbole. It’s literal insanity to me, and they’ve done it twice now. For as long as I live, I will fight the conservatives tooth and nail forever and ever.
It’s going to be a rough four years, which seems like forever. I’ll get through it. I know that. I did last time. But it’s going to be really, really fucking hard. Worse than last time, and last time, there was a fucking pandemic.
If you’re out there feeling like I do, I guess this entry tonight isn’t so much about making any of us feel better because I don’t think we can right now…but at least you can know that you’re not alone. I feel the same way. We’re here, in this together.