I'm finding I have less and less energy and heart to be angry about Trump and 2025. I wouldn't quite call it giving up or depression, more like any feeble attempt to fight is immediately toppled over by something as simple as a feather. 

I can't even get worked up over reading (and I'll take this with a grain of salt as I haven't seen this happen in the library I am a part of) that LGBTQ+ books are being ordered by librarians at a significantly lower percentage. Not even seeing that Disney is pulling a trans character from an upcoming movie has upset me, at least not like it would have in the past.

Instead, there is this detached resignation that has bled into all areas of my life, so that I really don't care about anything anymore except my cat and (if I can find the oomph during the day) a good book to read.

These issues are still important to me and it's not that I'm giving up because they don't directly affect my life (I'm a celibate asexual lesbian with no partner nor interest in dating nor do I have any queer friends). I still care about queer issues because they are human issues and I see people out there who do have partners and are in love and happy and they deserve to be able to stay that way.

The reason the fight is gone in me and that I no longer get riled up like I used to is that all of those reactions have burned out. It's almost impossible to live life 24/7 outraged and devastated by a world that is so hard to bear.

Even so, the small but not insignificant part of me that still feels things deeply is a bit gutted by this from a recent article on Disney's decision:

“The episode in its final form was so beautiful — and beautifully illustrated some of the experiences of being trans — and it was literally going to save lives by showing those who feel alone and unloved that there are people out there who understand. So it’s just very frustrating that Disney has decided to spend money to not save lives.”

https://movieweb.com/trans-pixar-employees-reveal-disney-conservative-views/

 

I feel like I go on and on about how it wasn’t until the 1984 NBC show Double Trouble came along that I even began to wonder if there was something wrong with me because I found a girl so cute and adorable and attractive. (Kate Foster, played by Jean Sagal, was absolutely fascinating to me.)

It felt so wholesome and yet I knew it wasn’t normal ...because in real life, at the same time, I was starting to have a crush on a junior, I barely knew but found very appealing, even though she and I could have come from two different planets.

So many things and feelings I thought I had forgotten are rushing back in my mind right now...not just the bad stuff (maybe if I had had straight crushes and liked boys instead I wouldn't have experienced so much unwelcome-ness with my emotions) but the good stuff too...like how a simple nighttime sitcom could make you happy and have something to look forward to when your daytime life came with lots of crappiness.

I have more to say, but need to get my thoughts together about it all...yet also avoid the overwhelming power of chronesthesia (mental time travel).

Late at night, when I get on social media and see my Facebook friends’ posts I realize just how much I have screwed up my life and how much they have not theirs.

And I’m happy for them because I know them from high school or college and know that the ones that are happy are also the ones that were nice people, decent people so they deserve every single good thing that’s happened to them.

I never had someone like me in high school or college and even if I had tried to pretend and gone ahead and played the straight life, there was no one who wanted to play the straight life with me 

I have really really really messed up and it’s just really hitting me right now, more than it ever has before. I first wrote this after having two glasses of wine, but it's now the next day and I'm not drinking and I still feel the same exact way.

It doesn’t matter that I was bullied in middle school and part of high school. Maybe I even deserved it. 

I should’ve risen above it.

If I were a really good, decent person, I would’ve met someone who would want to marry me and I would have had marriage and children 

No wonder my mom is so disappointed in me

It’s not so much I’m pining for the life I don’t have, but that I know I really messed up when it comes to what society expects of people, even now in 2024.

In that regard, I have failed miserably and I beat myself up over it more than my mom ever could. 

 On Netflix

Two (imho) terrific shows I've recently binged within a short period of time are Don't Come Home and The Last Night at Tremore Beach.

I would call both limited series mind-bending, a quality I often seek out, especially in Netflix shows.

Of the two, Don't Come Home is a bit more succinct and more obviously eerie, with a jaw-dropping ending and echoes of the also terrific Haunting of Hill House. But The Last Night at Tremore Beach, far more of a slow burn, will deplete your soul and is so beautiful, both visually and emotionally.

I am absolutely fascinated by Javier Rey's gut-wrenching performance as Alex. Without him, I think the series wouldn't be as effective as it is.

 

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