I remember reading about history as a kid. I remember reading about the underground railroad and women's suffrage. I remember my mom telling me about her and her mother walking in women's rights' rallies. I remember thinking that these people were so brave. That faced with that level of oppression and fear mongering, that I didn't think I'd ever be brave enough to do that. When I got a bit older, I remember learning about Stone Wall and the gay right's movement. I remember feeling a bittersweetness that I had missed that. That I lived in a bright blue state where we don't need to do that anymore, especially once we get (now got) marriage equality passed.
And now Donald Trump has been elected to the highest office in the country. A man who has promised to send out police squads to register all the muslims in the country. To deport all of the undocumented immigrants. To destroy the marriage equality that was so hard won, and to work with someone that wants to reintroduce conversion therapy. I thought we were past this shit, but I guess not.
At first, I was on the front lines of GTFO. I was pretty sold on moving to Costa Rica. (Canada is too chilly.) But as more and more of my friends in real life and online came to my side to grieve this utter catastrophe, I realized not only that we have to stick around to fight this, but we that get to be here to fight this. We get to be here for it this time. I get the chance to show my inner child that I AM brave enough. I get to show my teenage self that this was not just idle thought. We get to be the heroes to our communities that we never thought we would have to be.
And once we have at least put our heart and soul into blocking every sexist, racist, homophobic, or otherwise fucked up measure that comes through the pike, we will get to live the rest of our lives knowing we didn't sit on the sidelines.
A Nasty Woman