Things which have changed this week, only some of which are surprising:
- All of our family’s charitable donations now go to the ACLU and Black Lives Matter. (Those links will take you straight to their donation pages if you have anything extra in your pockets.)
- Just about anything can make me feel like rage- crying.
- I’ve started running again.
- I’m smoking, too (but I’m not planning on buying another pack).
- I’m also drinking a great deal more wine and bourbon, but I’m working on that, because I don’t want to end up like my mother (or look like her, either really, but that’s quite an aside). This is no way to cope.
- I’ve become a bit of a point person when it comes to advising my trans and queer friends on their handgun purchases. Those who know me well, especially those familiar with my work on projects like 600 Monsters, will understand what a massive switch this has been. I hold very firm beliefs about gun control. I also want the people that I love to be safe, and they are absolutely going to buy these weapons, so I want them to do so safely, to purchase the correct weapon for them, and to be safe while they have and handle them. (Are you queer, a Muslim, a person of color, or a woman looking to purchase your first weapon and feeling uncertain, or just have some questions? Please feel free to use me as a resource, whether we know one another personally or not. I am a veteran who has held expert qualifications on multiple weapons. Your comfort, privacy, and most importantly your safety are my priotities.)
- I’ve signed up to be a clinic escort and poll worker in my state.
- I don’t smile at strange white men.
I want to say so many things: all of the things, any of the things, but I don’t have it in me. It’s not here, it’s not happening, everything is stuck. I’m doing things instead: mobilizing. Gathering. Getting my shit back together.
A while back, I’d thought that really, things couldn’t be much worse than 2014, as cumulative spans of 365 days go, but here we are: 2016, a truly shitshow of a year. 2017 is going to open with a frightfest, and I don’t know what comes after that. I don’t know a lot of things. I know how I’ll be spending my time, though.
In between planning, gathering resources, comforting friends who are (quite correctly) now concerned about losing their marital status, adoptive children, health insurance, recognized gender identity, already tenuous physical safety, access to birth control, jobs, protection from sexual assault, access to reproductive choice, religious freedoms, liberty and lives, I’m engaging in massive amounts of anxiety handspinning, which I highly recommend. I’m also working up a design in Neighborhood Fiber Company‘s Studio Worsted with a bevy of wonderfully distracting cables. If you don’t spin, consider casting on something mildly complicated in a technique you feel pretty confident in; it’s a good way to feel productive and keep the mind moving when you can’t be actively doing anything.
What are folks doing this week, both to make things around you better, and to make yourselves (and each other) feel halfway okay? It’s been one hell of a week, which still isn’t over, and outside of curiousity, I’m collecting suggestions.
Be good to one another. We’re going to get through the next four years, hand in hand, goddamnit.