The WTF Happened, How Will I Survive post.

Yesterday I wore white. I voted for a biracial woman to become my Senator. And I voted for a woman who has devoted her entire life to public service lose to a man who has been the most divisive racist, misogynistic, bigoted cunt this country has seen. So as you can see I feel some sort of way about this. 

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We are all figuring out ways to cope. Last night I ate and drank my feelings. As I think most people did. 

I tried to take advantage of the food but to be honest my stomach was topsy turvy last night

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I went to bed like this. 

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I woke up like this. 

And even though I'm mourning the loss. Several good things happened during this election term. 

And locally Prop HHH passed! This is something that Mike has been working on all election season. I am very proud of the work he does on Home For Good. I normally watch election returns at home because I don't like sharing my anxiety with strangers, but for Mike I celebrated HHH. 

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I know that we will survive this. We will cope. We will organize. We will work. We will create dope ass shit. And in that vein this is the music that is helping me get to that point. 

My brother Bambu has been speaking the truth for years. I have bought every album a) because he's my friend, b) I want his family to be able to eat, and c) he makes good music. You can also listen to the full album here: 

I have also created a spotify play list called "How To Survive." 

This is my way of figuring out how to survive the remainder of 2016, which for all intents and purposes has been a real dumpster fire of a year. And if you think I'm being dramatic. Well yes I am. ​

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​I am grateful that last night when I went to bed, Mike held me and said "We're going to be alright. We're going to be okay. It just means we're going to do the work. We have to work harder. And I'm thankful we have each other."  He put it so much more eloquently than my Jesse Spano sobs. 

Mike's post this morning elaborates on what we need to do. 

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Also in a completely irrational turn I'm never eating Cheetos again. It's not Cheetos fault, but they remind me too much of someone I'd like to not think about. I'm pretty much going to spend the next four year's saying President He Who Must Not Be Named. I am grateful for Takis. Takis Forever