A lesbian coworker asked why i seem to cry every other day. I told her how afraid i am of being rounded up and deported to some gulag in another country. She said something flippant about how if they did that she'd be rounded up along with me, because she's gay, and that's why i've stopped talking about why i cry.
If it comes to that, sure, she might be. But i'd be long gone by then. Doctors aren't refusing to treat cis lesbians. They're not being banned from sports by executive order. They're not being called inhuman vermin by politicians on television.
I don't know what i'm trying to say. Something. I'm just too overwhelmed to know anything anymore.