Who Am I This Time?

I started this essay before the election, but was knocked completely off balance by the results and couldn’t get back into it until this morning. The first thing I felt on that horrible Wednesday morning was shame. Shame that millions of so called progressives chose to stay home instead of voting for a black woman.

I mentioned my shame to my brother, Tom, who replied that his immediate feeling was betrayal, and I think that’s right. Harris wasn’t my ideal candidate — not nearly left enough for me — but she is a highly intelligent, qualified, capable, and compassionate person, and the alternative was… a dottering, raping, money-laundering, hatemonger and wanna-be fascist dictator? Make it make sense. That Fucking Guy’s votes increased by less than 2 million (which is shocking by itself), but the Democratic vote decreased by 12 million. In other words, the left did this. Betrayal, indeed.

I refuse to stay knocked down. We are all #antifa now. Mutual Aid is what will get us through. Let’s get to work.

I started seeing a new therapist, Billy, a few weeks ago. The first session was exhilarating.

One of the key symptoms of paranoia is the belief that one is the literal center of the universe. What I mean by that is that the entire world, as far as human perception allows, exists solely for the purpose of tormenting, and ultimately…