And I’m kinda dreading it, to be honest. My Meeting, lately, has become an increasingly Trumpian place, to the point where I ALMOST no longer feel safe. That’s what I’ll be working, trying, hoping to figure out tomorrow. But not going, which is another option, kinda feels like giving up. And I genuinely HATE that. But going to Central Philadelphia IS a viable option.
a blog that is also meant to serve as a recovery journal, for this gay, Quaker, writer dealing with t.b.i., from surviving a hate crime in Sligo, Ireland, on 1.31.99.