My partner woke up at five thirty in the morning, read the results of the election, and rolled over to hold onto me. What else can we do? We’re all we’ve got. Xy’s all I’ve got to hold on to.
Our vice president elect supports conversion therapy. Our president elect is a rapist. Our options are limited. I want to get married. I want to adopt a child. I want, gods, I want to be safe.
We are not safe.