Since last Wednesday morning, when the results of the U.S. presidential election were announced, I have not been feeling well.
At this point, I struggle to find anything positive to say about any of it. My mind now drifts toward what the next four years will look like. If we take our new president’s words at face value, a mountain of hurt stands before us.
I have been taking the time to process all of this and feel my feelings. I do not want any sugar coating or silver linings.
I mourn the fact that we will not have a woman and a person of color for president.
I fear for my community of queers, Black and fellow POC people, and immigrants.
I fear for all the daughters of this country whose rights to bodily autonomy are being gutted.
I fear for our libraries and public education.
I fear for Gaza, the West Bank, and the regions in the Middle East that are under siege from Israel’s continuing onslaught.
I fear for the people of Ukraine as they struggle against violent Russian imperialism.
I fear for our environment and shudder at the worsening climate catastrophes to come.
As a queer immigrant and person of color who is not a billionaire, I know that I am vulnerable to the white supremacy and hate that is part of the ultra-conservative agenda that is now taking hold of the country.
At this point, I only have questions.
HOW AM I GOING TO GET THROUGH THIS?
HOW ARE WE GOING TO GET THROUGH THIS?
I have no answers at the moment.
Until I do, I will grieve and figure out how to work through all my fears.
The song posted above is called The Boy in the Room. I wrote it at a time in my life when I felt imprisoned by many forces that were out of my control. It is a song that offers no answers but only comfort and solace. Take a moment to listen when you get a chance.
Think of it as a sonic, musical hug from me to you.
It is the best that I can give for now.
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