Refusing Hopelessness

Focused or delusional WHO COULD SAY

I continue to not know what to say.

Dear Readers,

I keep saying “I refuse to give them all my hope and productivity and joy” and then finishing it off with “AM I DELUSIONAL” so that’s where I am. Today I got stuck driving in a Trump parade. In Hollywood. On Hollywood. If you saw a Trump parade and in the middle of it a woman was looking horrified inside a small red car with very stupid vanity plates, hi.

I saw a lot of theatre this week (and more next). It all makes me think of a favorite quote from a favorite book*, because survival is insufficient. I need art very much. I need to consume art, and I need to create it. I used to spend a lot of time fretting that the kind of art I made was unimportant, that it was a pile of fluffy books about shenanigans and making out and falling in love, and, for god’s sake, without shenanigans and love — much less making out! — where even are we? So I keep going.

Just saw my second post of the post-election timeline that said not to fret that their spaces online would remain politics-free, and, y’all, I am exhausted. Firstly it’s a hugely political stance to take, remaining “politics-free”. Ask a marginalized person right now how that works, ‘cause I wouldn’t know.