I never post this kind of thing but DAMN I'm depressed. [View all]

[nolabear]

I grew up in the super duper red South when it wasn’t even known as “red”. I’ve mentioned that my people can be among the most diverse in the nation without it being known—I mean, drag was part of New Orleans since before we were a country.

But I went to a high school that was integrated while I was there, in 1970. I had a grandfather (disowned) who was both a state patrol and a KKK member. So you’d think I could hitch up my drawers and fight on.

And I will. I’m lucky to live in one of the most liberal, diverse parts of the country (Well, there are damn near no black folks here but that’s just a function of how slow people are to leave familiar places). But I’m terrified for my beautiful biracial grandchildren who may be denied and hated and discriminated against, even here in the PNW. I weep for my many gay and trans friends, my Southern friends and relatives, some of whom are reasonable human beings. I’m sad for women of childbearing age who will suffer and die without support. I’m afraid because I damn well know that it takes nothing—NOTHING—to be generous and kind and loving toward others except letting go of the community of fear and hatred. And I’m just plain depressed that this country has gone so far off the rails it’ll be a very long time before we find our way out of this labyrinthine hell. If ever.

If you’ve got an optimistic word I’d appreciate one right now. Because OUR community is based on caring and helping people thrive. Ach.