10.27.20
Over the past couple of months, I’ve found myself doing something my younger self swore I would never do: getting involved in politics. But as I’ve grown up, I realized that lots of things that are deemed as “political” are really just basic human rights. As a queer, transgender individual, LGBTQ+ rights and accessible healthcare remain at the forefront of my mind as I navigate my everyday life. It is terrifying to walk through life and wonder if people even acknowledge my existence. But this helps fuel my fire and vow to fight the good fight in electing leaders who will help implement social change, even if incremental.
So, over the past two months, I have taken to the phones, and am *that* annoying person texting and calling you asking if you are registered to vote. I have learned how to engage, disengage, inform others of political platforms, and that a lot of people do not have faith in our electoral system anymore (ex: last night, someone asked me what the difference was between National Senate and Maine Senate)… Despite my crippling anxiety and dismay when I get yelled at by angry voters, I persevere. Each vote counts, especially in my home state of Maine where we have ranked choice voting up and down the ballot. I am hoping all of our efforts will be worth it.
With just a week left to go until the Election, I am both filled with optimism of the outcome, and sickened at the thought of what could happen should Trump win another term.
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