I dunno, not wanting to be trapped in a room with you people seems like the sanest course of action to me.
Hey, uh, is it cool if I get weirdly real again? I know, I know, been doing that a lot lately, will try to keep this brief. So you mighta heard about our Glorious Leader’s latest fuckery. I’m not gonna get into it — frankly we’d be here all day — beyond saying this:
Transgender kids are, basically, the biggest at-risk group out there for suicide. I’m 33. One less friend here or there and, quite honestly? I wouldn’t have made it this far. I’m profoundly lucky. Lots of trans kids aren’t. So. If you’re as pissed about this latest round of bullshit as I hope you are, I’d like to ask that you consider donating to The Trevor Project.
It’s a suicide hotline for gender non-conforming youth. We love your support. We’re thrilled that you’re as mad as we are. But at the end of the day? The Trevor Project saves our kids’ lives. Full stop. If you can, please think about donating. If you can’t, hey, don’t sweat it. This is not about guilt tripping. I just know there’s a lot of people out there who wanna help, and I wanted to let you know about this particular help-vector.
…Christ, I’ve been maudlin lately. I swear, it gets any more moody in here, the website’s gonna start wearing black lipstick and parting its hair over half its face.