I’ve always had trouble staying angry. At worst, I think, I’ve been angry for 2 hours-long. 2 hours. Some folks make it last a lifetime.

This weekend there’s been a lot of stupid out in the world. I heard that at WisCon, where I would have wanted to be, had I not been selling/buying houses, there was some particularly unthinking stupid at what should have been a fat-positive panel, but that one of my good friends (even though I don’t know her that well) saved it, did her job as a moderator, and changed the tone of the panel when the other panelists didn’t really do their jobs so well.

There’s also Clinton and comments about assassination, and implicitly, about race. For about 10 minutes this morning I seriously considered just throwing in the towel. About fat acceptance, about anti-racism, just figuring if folks were with me, they already were. If they weren’t, then fine, whatever.

But the anger went away and I’m left with who I am, which is a warrior (thank you, Rea), and I’m here to fight. So let’s do this thing.

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