Well. I’m...depressed and a little numb but I can’t do the catastrophizing talk: call it denial or call it centering, that’s where I’m at. This plurk will be for hugs and feels and maybe some folk music. (After I sleep a couple hours.) 
I love you guys. All reactions are understandable reactions right now, I want to be clear not talking about my fears and anger is just how I’m holding my shit together; it’s not a reflection on anyone else or even necessarily good.
But I do want to make sure you know you’re loved and understood, today especially. As an unemployed-ish disabled trans (and otherwise queer) polyam anti-Zionist Jew I’m ...not having a great morning, and I’m pretty sure no one else on my feed is either.
(also not sure how I’m gonna clock 6 (active) hours of prompting but.
We put one foot in front of the other.)
We put one foot in front of the other.)
I promise to use all my privilege to fight for you and others like you! And unlike you. And just everyone.
bradwick: you’re such a Good™️, Brad ❤️❤️❤️❤️
okay. Okay. Sleep. It’s a thing. 