honkity honk honk!
For cis folks who maybe don't get how bad it is: Here's the map. Red or Orange? There's at least a half a dozen laws that attack trans rights ranging from Healthcare bans to risking being arrested for "drag near kids" by being in public. Dark green? Basic human protections. That's the reality.
Normalize virus reports like weather reports. We appreciate weather reports even if they bring us bad news, as they help us plan ahead and avoid accidents. We need to stop being in denial about airborne viruses spreading. Sharing data helps us prepare and makes our lives easier.
There is so much good happening that each of us will never see. Good people who are not sharing or seeking accolade. Good people who want to create a better world. You are not alone. Choose kindness. Keep trying.
Kinda distrustful of white folk who are like "they'll come for us next!", as if that suddenly makes it important. We don't fight for civil rights because we might be impacted down the line. We fight for civil rights because other people are hurting right now.
Fuuuuck. Please stay safe, mask, take precautions, etc. I have not stopped masking and will not, but like... we're still in this together, whether we like it or not, and public health depends on cooperation. If you haven't been masking, now's the time to start again.
thank you <3 i felt better after a while yesterday, but inevitably this feeling comes back in the quiet moments. my processing inbox is overflowing, it feels like. too much to cope with, too much to make peace with and sense of. but i'm sick of sitting with it in silence.
#disability tagged because it feels like I am utterly brokenhearted, staring up at a mountain whose air is so thin at the peak I would need a spacesuit to traverse it and make it to the other side. Another side for some of us is myth, fantasy. Impossible fairy wishes. And it comes with such sadness.
Struggling so much. With so many things. I don't even know what to say. "Please see me." But who am I speaking to? Others, yes, but at least partially myself. I am trying, so fucking hard. And it never feels good enough. And it hurts. I want to be more than rust and tears. I want to shine too.