Canada

Also American. Being a minority (specifically trans) is fucking scary here right now, and it's depressing knowing how many people see us so negatively now. Rightfully so, but as someone who lives closer to Canada than the next closest state, it's saddening how much we've hurt our friends and neighbors.

For me, surreal currently. Live in a somewhat more rural area. But surrounded by racist hateful zombies.

Every time I hear somebody having a conversation in a foreign language, I get a wave of fear in my heart. For their safety. The violence hasn't reached my hometown yet, but I know it's coming.

My father and I were estranged by the rest of my brothers; but now I must turn my back on him for the safety of my own family. He's lost. A whole life eagerly internalizing the hateful rhetoric of the Republicans. I've done my best, let him be a part of my life for as long as I can. But he is a danger to my children.

I've seen through the charade to the festering evil underneath all my life. But have never found the means nor opportunity to act against it, as I definitely was not born into wealth. So I do my best to focus on the small things, to find the good where I can.

In short, it fucking sucks.