Dear Mr. Trump,
I did not vote for you so right from the start that makes me useless to you. I have to be honest, though, because while I have lost most of my will to fight anything any more, I do at least still have most of my belief system intact.
I don’t know if you can see past your self-insulated world, your ego, your need to always be right and in control, but I hope you can at least see that there is a difference between hate and fear among the people who did not vote for you and are living in the aftermath of what can only be described as a living nightmare.
You’ve said in the past that your defense for not sexually assaulting a woman is because “she’s not your type,” as if that is a reason and as if that doesn’t open up a huge can a worms of what you would do if she were.
If you were to ever meet me, you would see right away I am “not your type.” I am not only not attractive, I am an aberration in terms of what straight men look for in a woman. The only person who has ever given me a hard time about not being married is my mother but with everyone else I get a pass. I am just that undesirable or appealing as a person or woman. I guess the very thing that is my albatross is also my blessing.
No matter that, though, “unattractive” women deserve to exist too. And women, whether married or single, deserve self-autonomy. I am celibate by both choice and design and I am okay with that. I am okay with passing so far under the radar that even your VP Vance would let it slide that I am a childless cat lady.
So though I am a celibate, asexual lesbian (you’ll probably have to look up exactly what that is) and I am very much scared as a member of the lgbtq+ community, I am even more scared for all the women out there who didn’t vote for you and whose health and healthcare is in jeopardy.
The first time you were President I did not feel this much fear. I saw how problematic you were (and obviously still are), but I thought there was still possibility that you could be human and somehow empathetic. I see now that is highly unlikely and along with my fear I feel such heartache.
This is my hypothetical letter to you. Though I am terrified of you and wish you had not won the election, I have no hate for you in my heart. I just do not that, even when people hate me.
I beg of you to reach in your heart and find your humanity and consider that the part of the country that did not vote for you is really not your enemy.
Most sincerely,
An old maid childless cat lady in Maryland
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