in my best shoes

Election day last year, around this time, I came home alone. I left all the lights off, and cried on the floor with my confused dog.

The next morning, I got up and it was my turn to drive carpool. I have wanted to write about it for a long time. Isaac was curled sideways in my front seat. I'll never forget it--we were dressed like paramilitaries and both red-eyed. At a certain point, he started telling me that he was sorry, not for anything he had done, but for how he understood that something powerful had been taken from me. It was one of those strange, defining 2016 feelings that I am still finding the words to talk about.

Tonight, one year later, my old NoVA trash civil war junction hometown, home of all my hangups and shame and pitiless Christian conservative adders from ECS, elected the first transgender delegate in the country.

I know there's still so much to do, so far to go, but fuckfuckfuckfuckyesyesyesyesyesyes and also, guh, c'mon, rally behind the Virginians.