I’m still processing my grief from the election. I’m not gonna lie, I’m gobsmacked he won. What hurts the most is the majority voted for him knowing exactly who he was.
While I’m still trying to come to terms with my profound sadness, I do have a few thoughts:
- I’m grateful to be in SF and a state that will fight for my rights instead of throwing me under the bus.
- My faith in humanity has been shaken and I don’t know if I will ever recover it.
- I’m a kind person but some will soon discover how truly cruel I can be.
A part of me I thought dead is waking up. It scares me, but I’m past caring now. It speaks to me in my dreams but I remember in the waking world.
Take precautions to protect yourself and those you love. Logic is broken and the mob rules now.
I feel some of the dread and fear, thankful I am in IL, where our Gov hates that fothermucker.
The part I fear most is that the SOB’s have the couch lover to carry the torch after this. I was hoping it would fade into the history pages.
Chin up Chest out and it’s time to kick some ass.
We live in a weird, weird country now. Luckily, you and I are from a that pre-Glee era where we know we have to be cautious gays in certain parts of the country. As “eldergays”, we have to watch out for the younger generations that have no idea what could be coming their way.
I have no idea what the general populace was thinking, but it wasn’t pretty.
We need to stand up for one another. It’s time to kick a lot of ass.