Fool Moon: Survival until the Dawn

A Proper Introduction

Well, another day another rebrand. I can already hear the voices of my friends telling me: 'Geez Kat! When are you gonna settle on a real format for a change and stop fucking with placeholders?'. Well, friends. Allow me to introduce you to Fool Moon. This is my blog. My journal. My 'Newsletter', if you're feeling quaint. A little spot in the darkness where I can post my writings and, maybe, hopefully, it will resonate with some of you.

Further Data

It was really strange and naturally awful when the election of '24 ended in a relatively-unsurprising-yet-still-embittering result. I felt the country shift under my feet as it was happening. The people I interact with at work day-in, day-out shifting their belief systems to match the overton window in lockstep with the party line. Even if they 'supported' me, they certainly didn't support us. The few years where trans folks could live in relative peace have dissipated in front my eyes as if it were but a fleeting moment, and the rhetoric espoused by so-called 'allies' who in-turn blamed us for the election loss is, I posit, obeying in advance: The exact same things those people espoused in the same breath. I implore to those people to realize how absolutely fucking ridiculous they sound, but I know already that my pleas will fall on deaf ears.

Better Living Through Malevolence

Yes, I'm scared as hell, but I'm not going to sit back and simply let them take my life because they request it. I exist for myself, and I will continue to do so because I demand it.

No one else defines me.

I am reiterating this point because it's important to hold onto this truth as I navigate the now substantially darker world. If my existence causes some whiny politician to feel exorbitant pain, then that whiny politician can suck it the fuck up. I'll keep living just to spite you, and we'll see just how long we can play this stupid fucking game where I still continue my transition and you still complain about it.

Keep Hope Alive?

It's difficult, even as I'm typing this, to have any kind of hope for the future. I see it in the posts of my sisters. I saw it in their eyes in DC, at home, heard it in their voices.

Same as me.

I admit I cannot provide any words that would totally help people claw from the pit of despair, but I can fight for a life worth living, for all of us, and that matters to me deeply. Those flames must never go out.

So I will keep fighting for them.

I will have more details as things fall into place, but for now, I implore all of you to hang on to what you hold dear. Everything's exhausting, I know. I see it. Every headline, every shitty post. I know. But it's painfully important not to lose sight of everything we are in the desolate noise of oppression we're facing.

Take it one day at a time, protect our own, and we will see it through. This much, I can assure you.

Take care of yourselves. I love you.