It’s almost a week after the US election and I’m slowly pulling things together. I don’t know what is coming for the country. I admit, I got slammed into a depression as I tried to figure out what the hell happened. I remember making a statement back when Trump won the first presidency, “This is not who we are.”
Well, this election proved me wrong. This is exactly who we are. Or who the majority of us are.
I am a white, cisgender woman, who is unmarried, in my mid 50s, and have no children. I will be affected. But nothing like my friends who are queer, trans, Jew, Muslim, Sikh, Hindu, who have skin darker shades than mine. And I am worried about them all.
I’m also in this weird position of having to promote a book that will release after the inauguration. And while I’m proud of my work with Chaos Kin, for a few days I considered pulling it, and my other books offline due to the queer themes in them.
No, they don’t get to take that away from me.
That’s exactly what they want. They want us afraid to the point where we freeze up, deer in the headlights, unable to move as they bowl us over. They want us joyless and hopeless.
So I’m buckling down and prepping for a long four years. It won’t be easy. But I will fight to keep them from taking my joy and hope from me. And from you.