The day I’ve been dreading since November 8th has been slowly inching up on me. We are now three short days away from inaugurating President Trump. I’m sad and confused and worried, and I am so, so tired.
I’m tired of being told to “get over it.”
I’m tired of being poked and prodded.
I’m tired of thinking about my maybe-someday-children, and how I’ll have to homeschool them if I want them to learn science and evolution and the arts and sex ed that’s worth a damn.
I’m tired of debating what consent actually means.
I’m tired of being told what I can and can’t do with my body.
I’m tired of white boys getting probation for “lack of compliance” while black boys get buried.
I’m tired of alcohol excusing a man’s actions, but condemning a woman’s.
I’m tired of being told who I can and cannot love.
I’m tired of people who believe that their religion should determine another’s fundamental rights.
I’m tired of being paid $0.77 on the dollar.
I’m tired of being grateful for my $0.77, because compared to the $0.64 earned by African-American women and $0.56 earned by Hispanic women, I “should feel lucky.”
I’m tired of being told that rightly accusing someone of racism, sexism, or homophobia are actually worse than the thing itself.
I’m tired of being little lady‘d and sweetheart‘d in court.
I’m tired of men calling the shots for a nation with a female majority.
I’m tired of hearing about the “climate change hoax” from people who don’t give a damn about the ecosystems, deforestation, fracking, the ozone, or global warming.
I’m tired of being told that sexism in America doesn’t exist because “women have it much worse in the Middle East.” I have apparently been completely unaware than sexism is a zero-sum game.
I’m tired of being “protected” in open and inclusive restrooms, but shunned and distrusted if I’m raped and have the audacity to report it.
I’m tired of the selfishness of those who are ready and willing to pull healthcare from twenty million Americans who could not afford it otherwise. Hey, though, their premiums went up, to hell with everyone else.
I’m tired of hatred and bigotry and mockery in the name of God.
I’m tired of being called hysterical and dramatic when I speak or write anything like this, anything that resembles an opinion that doesn’t match a man’s.
I’m tired from trying to wrack my brain, wondering how we, as a nation, elected someone who embodies everything that has made me, and million of others, this damn tired.
I. Am. Tired.
I’m exhausted. I’m sad. I’m worried.
And it doesn’t matter.
The world will not wait for me, for you, or for anyone else, to rest. There is no down time, there is no nap, there is no vacation. You don’t cross the goal line, you don’t do the dance. When you want something, you fight for it. When you deserve to be acknowledged, you don’t stop until you’re heard. And if you have to start from square one, fighting for rights that should be inherent and fundamental, you do it. Because it is always worth the fight. Always.
*and if President Trump doesn’t drive us into a nuclear hellscape of poverty, coat hangers, and Russian vodka, one that looks remarkably similar to the alternate present in back to the Future II, I will very happily admit that I was wrong. I want so badly to be wrong. I sincerely hope that he can check his ego and do a great job. I’m not playing games with my country by cheering for his failure.
I will be kind, but I will not be weak. I will be fair, but I will be firm.
Do no harm, but take no shit.