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But no matter what happens tomorrow, no matter what the result is, the fight is far from over. ICE agents are grabbing people off the streets, our public institutions are being systematically destroyed, and our international and diplomatic relations with historically close allies are just, honestly, fucked right now. Today is Trans Day of Visibility, and trans and queer rights have been under steady attack by the right. As a nonbinary person and member of the trans community, I'm genuinely scared for a lot of my friends right now.
But we fight. We stand up. We survive.
If we accept defeat, we are handing victory to those who want us dead. By living and fighting, we carry on to the next day and then the day after that. I know I posted it right after the election last November, but there's a pretty famous Joe Hill quote everyone should keep in mind: "Don't waste any time mourning. Organize!"
Go out, hug your friends. Build a local community if you can, and get involved in your local politics. Make sure you call your Reps and Senators every day if you can, and for pete's sake fucking vote.
We can make it as long as we don't stop fighting.
Remember that on April 5th at 11AM Eastern/10AM Central you can join me for the Critical Thinking Witches' Collective's April Brew virtual event! Attendance is free, and you can register here!
*cries*
I posted this on the Facebook page for UnCONventional, but I figured I’d put it here too:
This particular comic is the moment that inspired this entire storyline. I was sitting down thinking about how I hadn’t done a serious story in years, and the idea “What if Megan’s Dad Died?” popped into my head. Just the thought of losing someone you loved deeply while you were at war with each other. How do you process that loss when you know you can never resolve things? I thought about Megan sitting up in the middle of the night unable to sleep thinking about what had happened.
And then I cried.
And then I thought “Holy shit, I need to make everyone else cry!” because part of me is a terrible, terrible person.
I mostly cried because I my mom died when we weren’t on the best of terms. But at least her last words to me was “Happy birthday.” Today was the anniversary of her death, so it hit extra hard. @_@
Holy cow, I’m so sorry to hear that.
wow….it reminds me of my dad. He alienated all of my sisters and I was the only one who kept in real touch with him. When he died ( he was a WW2 and Korea vet ), My wife, daughter and I were the only family members at his funeral. None of my sisters were there and 2 of them considered him to be dead to them. My middle sister later on was the only one who actually saw what he was suffering from and that took her son coming home from Afghanistan with a bad case of PTSD, the same thing that had alienated my sisters from my father so many years ago.
Yes. yes, you are a terrible person for that, Trae!