Well shit... is putting days of grief into two words. The United States of America, my country, chose fascism.
Everyone has a right to opportunities regardless of wealth, race, identity or any other arbitrary lines. Everyone has a right to food, shelter, and healthcare. Everyone has the right to love and marry whatever consenting adult they so choose. Everyone’s gender and identity is their own business, no one gets to tell them whether they’re right or wrong, and no law should prevent them from being who they are or who they want to be. A person’s uterus is theirs alone, and that goes for what’s inside it too, if they no longer wish for it to be there. Everyone has a right to express themselves freely.
These are the basic human rights I believe in. I will stand by these things until the day I die, and I am determined to make sure that happens long after Trump and his bigoted cronies are dead and gone.
These next four-to-ten years are going to be bad, very bad. If you’re like me, you’ve probably seen plenty talking about that already. I don’t think it is productive to waste further breath on it here.
If you’re a strange creature like me and feel like giving up, I implore you not to. Don’t make it easy for them. You can outlive this. Fascist states DO NOT LAST. Your very existence is an insult to their sensitive egos; make that hurt for as long as god damned possible. Find that spiteful bone in your body and use it.
I don’t care if surviving looks like staying safe in the closet so you can spit on their graves afterwards, or being out and proudly strange for every second of it, or organizing and holding up your friends. Whatever you do, your mission is to survive.
As my therapist says, “you’ve survived 100% of the days leading up to now, you’re an expert at surviving, you’ve got this.”
I personally will continue posting my strange sexual creations for as long as the first amendment retains any meaning in this god-forsaken country.
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Comments disabled, because god damn that was a shit-show I do not wish to repeat.
