Wisdom. . .

Wow.

It seems like the world is in a special time of upheaval and turmoil. Every interaction with the newsfeeds, social media, or local media promises to offer some new sorrow to ignore, fear or empathize with. It can feel exhausting. It feels exhausting to me. But I was born with one of those systems that can’t shut out the sorrows. I wish I could, sometimes, but there we are.

We are who we are. And at times, it can feel like everything we are is under assault. Legislation criminalizing the very existence of Trans people, assaults on Roe V Wade which gets tossed about as simply an abortion bill, but which really represents so much more for so many more people than solely those who can become pregnant, gas prices (LAWD), housing prices, and let’s not forget COVID is STILL a thing (C’mon now).

It’s a lot, y’all. A lot.

What can be done? And WHO, pray tell, is gonna do the doing?!

You all know the answer to this. It’s us. AGAIN. We are the hope we have been waiting for. And YOU ARE NOT ALONE. I promise you that. While it may really feel like that sometimes — heck, even most times — there are people who care the same way you do. There are people who want to support you and all those you love. There are people, possibly closer than you can even imagine, who love you and yours, simply because you exist.

And we are all clear that love and support through the ether can’t always been enough. So there must be material support. There must be mutual aid. There must be support gatherings for mental health, physical health, economic health. And those things exist. They are real.

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