I can’t even read a comic outside in the sun on weekend afternoon without the words of a revolution jumping out at me from the page. Maybe it only feels relevant to me because I just uprooted my family, moved hundreds of miles, just to get a bit more fresh air.

Well alright it was a more than fresh air that made us move. Shifting tides of the political landscape, a feeling that the religious right will not be stopped until everyone with queer or POC identities are silenced or worse wiped out. We escaped Missouri to be free. Only to realize the problem was so much deeper than we had been taught. And now I work three jobs trying to afford a life on the West Coast where we are supposed to be comfortable, and try to tell ourselves that we are comfortable.

We’re fine here. We get some air at least. 

My partner and I are very cis-straight couple presenting. Our little family has a mom and a dad and a kid and all we need is a little picket fence. Only we can’t afford a fence much less anything to put inside the fence. And both the ‘’mom’’ and the ‘’dad’’ have struggled with the gender binary, acting out, dying our hair, dressing up in other’s clothes, only to be too fucking tired at the end of the day to do anything more than weakly protest,

“This is not who we are.” 

 And behind us a wave of anti-trans bills are sweeping the nation, making me just a little glad neither of us have felt a need to medically transition. Will those bills make it here to Sunny Oregon? People in Eugene don’t think so. They think if we vote more and protest harder and maybe run for local office the ideals of a nation founded by Puritans will simply disappear. But I just learned that the Nike founder just donated one million dollars to a Republican candidate, which isn’t surprising but does feel like the next domino to fall. But I shouldn’t complain, it’s obviously worse elsewhere. 

Besides what’s the point of complaining? Why write anything about this at all? I want to call for a revolution but I’m too tired to do anything about it. Today I got my period and it’s a fucking bitch of a cycle. I got out of bed today and could barely stand but I’ve got to go to work. There’s rent to be paid. Groceries to be bought. My son needs outside toys and I don’t know how to build him stuff. I don’t know useful skills. I can just sit here, feed the baby I nanny, write a few pissed off words on the internet, go home and hope to some made up gods that my son will let me sleep tonight. 

Am I reviving this blog just to put something out there? Yes. Will this continue? Probably not.