No Words

Very sound advice.

I’m mentally exhausted. Truly.

I thought I had prepared myself for the fallout of the SCOTUS leak but I really didn’t. I don’t think I was ever truly prepared. I knew it would be awful, but I didn’t think it would be this overwhelming, this fast.

I’m terrified of which direction this country is going. It’s not a good one. It’s absolutely bad, believe me.

As I’ve mentioned before, this really won’t concern me. My libido is pretty much shot; I blame the tamoxifen. So my chances of getting pregnant are damn near zero. I’m almost menopausal right now. My fertile years are long past. They faded away in 2016 when I took my first dose of tamoxifen. But I digress.

No, instead, this will affect others far more than me. They will be the ones dealing with the fallout, dealing with death or disability for having to carry and give birth to a child they never wanted, having to care for it, possibly even coparent with someone who assaulted them, be forced into a loveless, abusive marriage by other family members wishing to save face, end up coerced into signing over their child for adoption, and on and on. It will affect them, not me.

They will bear the scars. I will not. But I feel heartbroken all the same.

I’m not proud to say that I’m an American. Not anymore. I don’t have the same rights as others in this country and there are those who wish to strip me and others of even more rights, so that we’re forced to live under their heel.

Gay marriage is next. Contraception is also on their list. Transgender people will face more and more legislation against them. Women will be prosecuted for traveling to states that allow abortion. That’s just the beginning.

I don’t see this ending well.

It’s been said that empires only last 250 years. America is 246 years old. Think about it.


About Silverwynde

I'm a Transformers fan, Pokémon player, Brewers fan and all-out general nerd. I rescue abandoned Golett, collect as many Bumblebee decoys and figures as I can find and I've attended every BotCon--official and non--since 1999. I'm also happily married to a fellow Transfan named Prime and we were both owned by a very intelligent half-Siamese cat, who crossed the Rainbow Bridge on June 16, 2018. We still miss him. But we're now the acting staff of a Maine Coon kitty named Lulu, who pretty much rules the house. Not that we're complaining about that.
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