Tag / RBG

by LG

9.19.20

The Day After.

I woke up still struggling to comprehend that this is real, although it definitely feels real enough when I see how the GOP is salivating at the opportunity act as duplicitous(ly?) as usual. It makes me sick. I needed to do something, anything, that felt like a real action. I’ve wanted to volunteer on Election Day for a long time, so I decided this is the year to do it. I will mask up and drink a gallon of hand sanitizer and do whatever it takes to help people vote.

The second picture is from a distanced get-together with our friend this afternoon. We already had it on the calendar and decided that maybe the solidarity and commiseration would help a little bit. The pitcher of mango margarita that comes with a straw also helped a little bit.

by LG

9.18.20

Gutted.

I don’t know how else to describe the way I feel. Let’s throw in nauseated, too. When our friend texted us earlier tonight saying, “Did you see the news?” I knew it wouldn’t be good. Fuck, I texted back. I think that’s what I said to B, too – I don’t really remember. It’s going to take a while to process what this means, and I think we will see decades of ripple effects. But tonight, we weren’t the only ones who found ourselves mourning and trying to make sense of such a devastating loss on the steps of the building. She wasn’t perfect, but she did what she could. More in the coming days, I guess.