The ELECTION…

Well. Here we are, America. Just when I thought we could all get behind not voting the felon back into office, over half of our country decided that Trump, Vance, and the looming threat of Project 2025 weren’t that bad. Or maybe they just didn’t care.

I’m frightened, and I am sure some of the people who are reading this are also frightened. This development spells bad news for lots of Americans. As much as I want to say that things will be okay, I can’t for certain.

I am a queer furry writer who writes a lot of fiction with queer characters and themes featured in them. Hell, two of the next three stories I am releasing feature queer couples! And the third is in a zombie anthology which — you guessed it — also features queer characters and authors.

So, what happens now?

I still don’t know if I am really correctly processing things. Most of the people in my town happily voted for the man. Family, coworkers, acquaintances. I am putting on a strong face around them. (Thank goodness for mediocre acting skills.) But I am worried. Very very worried.

I have been practicing some escapism lately. Horror movies. Writing down things. Working on some proofreading. But I feel so stuck. I am working on saving up and putting something together. I am not going to share too much about that just in case it doesn’t work.

But the most important thing to remember, that I keep thinking about, is that the people behind the awful legislations and plans of Project 2025… They want to see anything that doesn’t fit into their little boxes taken out and squashed. They’d be more than happy to see us break. Staying alive and doing our best is all we can do. We’re here. We can’t let them take us down so easily. If we stay alive and united, we can spite those motherfuckers who would rather see us dead and silenced.