(Update: I changed my mind, you have to read two things today, because you should also know about Trump erasing the LGBTQ community and the truth about climate change — that it exists — on his very first day! And yes, I’ve read the Snopes page “explaining” this, but I still think the original point stands, and it’s still scary and worth knowing about.)
I have loved Obama for eight years and I mourn the fact that as of this evening I will no longer be able to call him my president. For the past eight years I have had the privilege of feeling as though my president cares deeply about me and about the citizens of this country, and when I go to sleep tonight I will no longer be able to say I feel that way.
I’m going to resist and fight for the next four years — for myself, but more importantly for those who have more to fear than I do — but today I just feel very sad. I wanted to write more, say something more meaningful, but this is all I’ve got for now.
Oh, and here are some photos from November 4, 2008, when I still lived in New York and Obama won for the first time and it felt like the happiest day of everyone’s life. I looked through them when I woke up this morning and they brought me the smallest amount of joy because I thought, we will get to that place again. We have to.