Slaughterhouse- Motionless In White

What the actual fuck….

Hi, guys.

Uh.

I hope you’re doing alright after the shitty election outcome. I’m doing…as expected. I woke up yesterday to discover Trump had won the presidency and the rage that filled me could have burned down a city block. I sat on the side of my bed dissociating for the majority of the time I was supposed to be getting up and getting ready for work. I was trying in vain to figure out my next move. Finally, I dragged myself through my morning rituals and was eventually in my car with my roommate next to me and our dogs in the back, staring out at the road while she cried and ranted. We process emotions differently. She tends to cry, I tend to crash out.

I came to work and sat at my desk, seething with malice. The fury in my veins was animalistic. I wanted blood in my teeth. I wanted to rip a building down to its foundations with my nails until they were ragged and ruined. I wanted to deconstruct, knock everything over, and flee the fucking country. I wanted to watch the people who had doomed this nation get thrown screaming into a black hole.

I have a therapy appointment today, so I’m sure my therapist is already preparing for the rant I’m about to go on.

There are people saying “We can love one another despite our political views! We can get past it!” No. No, we can’t. You voted to hurt the people I love and care about. You voted to give away rights and freedoms that never should have been up to give away. You voted for hatred, racism, bigotry, a felon, a rapist. I have no sympathy for you. I hope you get everything you deserve. I hope you choke on it. I don’t want you anywhere near me if you’re so quick to sign away the lives of humans for cheaper fucking groceries and gas. When you eat those eggs, I hope you fucking choke to death.

Writing is political. Human lives being at risk should not be.

If you voted for Donald Trump, fuck you. Fuck you, and fuck everything you fucking stand for. I don’t want you to read my stories. I don’t want your support.

In other news.…

I’m taking a break from writing. I was planning on releasing ARCs for Bound by Blood this month, but there are bigger, more pressing things to be concerned about. I am actually hoping to start a nonprofit religious organization to help the people who will be affected the most by the new administration while battling against oppressive Christian ideologies. I’m kicking around the name The Temple of Lilith.

Stay safe out there, people. Protect yourself. Utilize your second amendment rights if you have to. It’s okay to cry and grieve but, after that, get up. We have work to get done.