I just start crying at random. I am giving you a big internet hug...

Hillary will be grace personified in public, but I can’t even imagine what she’s going through right now. This has got to be utterly crushing, beyond words.

The referendum is clear: Americans don’t like women in positions of power, and will vote for anything at all against that, given the choice.

eight years ago to the day, i thought anything was possible...now, i think, everything is lost.

Racism is real. Sexism is real. Xenophobia is real. Homophobia is real.

The image of Clinton, or even anyone, having to call and concede to and congratulate Trump on becoming president, is going to fucking haunt me.

As if his hands could wrap all the way around a baby’s neck.

Here’s the difference between the Stanford douche and this guy:

This same thing happened to me before the days of video. My boyfriend “shared” me with his friends in a dorm room after I had passed out from drinking. I only had odd Rosemary’s baby type remembrances, and could very well have thought I had dreamt the whole thing until the next morning, when he actually bragged about…

let us have this, even for just a little while. k?

What an awful thing to uncover about someone you love and trust. I hope she can find peace.

Do I believe they called him “Diaper Don?”

I phrased my reply badly, I’m sorry, I wasn’t being critical. I know a lot of Trump supporters — I’m avoiding them all and that will likely continue as much as possible after the election (I hope Trump realizes some time the damage he has wrought to the fabric of democracy) — and at least some of them are genuinely…

I. am. so. here. for. this. Drag them to hell, Leah.

The bullying element has grown SO much now that kids have technology at their fingertips 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. Used to you could go home and be safe from hate, but not anymore. Bullying (combined with mental health issues) is what landed my daughter in a psychiatric hospital last month with suicidal thoughts.…

Fuck you people who keep your guns ”hidden.”

Goddammit, lock that shit up in a gun safe and the bullets some place else.

Is anybody else drinking A LOT more than usual these days?

It ought to be three hundred, but thirty is a start.

Seriously. I teared up a little thinking he’s still carrying around shame for not coming out sooner. I hope he finds a way to lay down that burden.

I need to give him a hug, or a belly touch. What a sweet, great man. I hate that he felt the pressure to remain closeted, and I hate that he feels guilty over heeding that pressure.