I feel gutted, completely heartbroken. Last night I quietly cried myself to attempted-sleep, but self-preservation readied me for flight or fright. I clenched my jaw, balled up my fists and tried, unsuccessfully, not to focus on the bile bubbling up. I tried to relax into my husband’s warm embrace, which usually makes me feel safe,…
It’s so important for all of us to get out there and vote today. I’ve said this once and I’ll say it again… As a black gay male, I’m terrified! The best I can do is be present for my future and for all the progress our country has seen over recent years.
Losing my right to be married to my husband… continued unjust treatment to black and brown people… I can’t begin to imagine what would happen if for some reason he-who-must-not-be-named were to take office. I’m most certainly not down for being forced back into any closets or back into slavery. Maybe that’s too much, but really, is it?
At least race relations is a real conversation this country is FINALLY having. It’ll get way worse before it gets better. I’m doing my best to remain hopeful and positive. I hope you are too.
Have a lovely day, everyone! And happy voting.