Parts of me broke over the past 5 years, starting with Trump& #39;s nomination.
As I watched historians call shot after shot, I buckled, terrified of what would happen to my spouse and child, to my BIPOC friends, and possibly to me.
I don& #39;t think I& #39;ll ever get over it.
As I watched historians call shot after shot, I buckled, terrified of what would happen to my spouse and child, to my BIPOC friends, and possibly to me.
I don& #39;t think I& #39;ll ever get over it.
I& #39;ll never recover from pulling back the mask on dozens of "friends" and "family," only to discover sneering predators, waiting for their chance at a coup.
I& #39;ll never forget the number of people who wanted to jail or kill me and my friends.
I& #39;ll never forget the number of people who wanted to jail or kill me and my friends.
Earth is a tiny, vicious bubble, floating through a cold vacuum.
Today, it feels a little like a planet.
Today, it feels a little like a planet.