I was going to put the blog on hiatus, work on other projects, and take some time for myself, but now is not the time for that. I want to, I need to say something.
I believe in a better tomorrow, I want you to know, whoever is reading this, that I believe it will be okay, and that someday, we will be able to look back and be proud of who we were and what we did when the world went to shit.
I don't have the answers, but I do have hope. And for now, that will have to suffice.
Those of you who are friends with me on social media have seen me talking about it all night/day. But I feel the need to just write this, even if it's just for myself. Even if this helps not a single person other than myself, I will write it.
This is an incredibly frightening time, I cried this morning for my sister. A young girl in a conservative town who is gay. And I'm sorry Cam if I'm not supposed to talk about it, but I'm doing it right now. I cried this morning thinking about her, and the world she now lives in. The people who would oppose her now have had their vileness reaffirmed. But I so desperately pray we go past that. We don't do that. But we see the wrongness that has been exposed in our country, that we as people, not, as a government or as parties, but we as a collective people can join together and make this world a better, kinder, and more accepting place to live.
I know that Donald Trump is a symbol of everything that frightens and hurts so many people I love, and myself. But I promise you are not alone. I promise you deeply, from the bottom of my heart, you are not alone.
I know that Donald Trump is a symbol of everything that frightens and hurts so many people I love, and myself. But I promise you are not alone. I promise you deeply, from the bottom of my heart, you are not alone.
I've seen people I idolize crumble in the face of this new world we live in. I talked to my father as if one of us were dying. I watched Stephen Colbert lose the will to make jokes and light of this situation. I felt myself be swallowed by hopelessness as the numbers rolled in. And even when I finally went to bed 12 hours ago at around 3:30, I saw that Donald Trump had won, and I didn't believe it. I hoped that if I went to bed I could wake up in a slightly new reality, that the moment where I read the words was a dream, brought on by the stress of the night, but it was not. And as I awoke the next morning, that was confirmed.
Now I am not here to spread hate, or anger. I refuse to hate the people I know who voted for what they believe in. I can't do that. And maybe that comes from a place of privilege and if so I am so sorry, I do not mean to perpetuate that. What I want to perpetuate is love, and understanding and forgiveness. I've watched hell erupt on Earth the last 24 hours. I woke up yesterday having a panic attack about the election. And I refuse to push that on to others.
I can't promise everything will be okay, and I refuse to send out empty promises. But I know that I still believe that this isn't over yet. The race maybe over, but the world, it is not. We will persist. We will move on, we will fucking survive. We will find love and compassion. We will protect the people we love, we will still find a way to be on the right side of history.
There will be people who want to come out as their true selves. As gay, or trans, or bi, or pan, or asexual, or anything else, and they are now in a society that has leaders who are against that. And I just need everyone to know who reads this, you are not alone. You are never alone, you will never be alone. There will always be someone to love and accept you, I promise. Even if you are now in a world that doesn't seem like it, I promise this hell will pass. This fucking hell will pass.
We can do better, America. This isn't who we are. This isn't what we stand for. I promise you that it is not. And I'm so sad, and sad isn't even the right word, I'm so disenchanted to see that this is who and what we have representing us as a nation, but I hold on to hope that we will be better, that we can be better. That this isn't over yet. Tomorrow the sun will rise, the sun will always rise, and one day, the sun will once more rise on a world that I can be proud of.
The city of Boston is quiet today, strangely quiet for this city. But the city is in mourning. Maybe we as a city aren't perfect, but this isn't fucking what we stand for. Maybe Hillary Clinton wasn't perfect, but that woman has been shit on too much by the American people to be as evil as she has been made out to be. I just can't believe it, maybe I'm wrong but I need to believe that there is good in her. Because the man in fucking charge is not a man I can find good in.
I believe in you America, you fucked up, but this isn't who you have to be. You can rise above this, you can be more than this. You can move past this and become the ideal you so tightly cling to. You can be a haven and a utopia for all peoples. I believe in the greater good, and the basic good in all people. And after last night, that's hard. But I believe we're more than this. As a country, as a people, I believe despite our differences, we can be more than this.
I believe in a better tomorrow, I want you to know, whoever is reading this, that I believe it will be okay, and that someday, we will be able to look back and be proud of who we were and what we did when the world went to shit.
I don't have the answers, but I do have hope. And for now, that will have to suffice.
I love you America, you let me down but I still love you.
You're more than this.
Fuck Hate.
Love.
Stay strong
Stay strong
<3
Love,
Bailey S. Fox
