ivebeentravelling:

I’m disgusted, I have a big ol’ mason jar full of wine, and this Southern motherfucking Democrat is about to go off on some rude ass fuckers up in Philly tonight.

I don’t give one single fuck about your moral purity. I don’t give one single fuck about how much you think the DNC is corrupt or that Hillary is a liar or that she’s a fucking war hawk. I don’t give ONE SINGLE FUCK that you can’t support someone who didn’t support same-sex marriage until 2013.

I spent a whole fucking week listening to people laugh about how Trump’s third wife plagiarized a speech. I spent a whole week listening to people joke about how the Republican convention was a dumpster fire. Y’all didn’t give a shit that their platform is going to literally fucking kill queer people, young people, people with disabilities, and people of color.

Y’all wanna stand in Philadelphia at the fucking Democratic Convention and shout down those who are standing up against the tyrannical, antediluvian beliefs of the pasty-ass GOP who decided, last week, they wanted to send people like 14 year-old me to a camp where I’d be tortured into believing I wasn’t worthy of life.

Y’all gonna shout down the fucking black man who’s on stage advocating for a future that includes a president that believes that his life matters, while y’all spent a whole damn week quiet about how Donald Trump couldn’t care any less about the lives of Trayvon Martin, Eric Garner, Michael Brown, Philando Castile…

Y’all were invited into this room. I was at a Trump rally. I saw that shit. You know what happened to protestors there? They didn’t get to hold up signs and shout down the speakers. They were hauled out on their heels by off-duty cops getting paid to take out their aggression on protestors. Your voices are welcome, your voices are heard.

But now is a good time to shut the fuck up and listen.

My life depends on keeping Trump out of office. The life of my friends, my family, the people I love, depends on keeping that rat away from the White House. You know what your choices are this November? Depending on your state, you got up to four choices:

1) The libertarian who supports deregulating banks and healthcare and vaccines, who would lead to a future America that features such hits as corporate slavery and inaccessible healthcare.

2) The green who has no experience and also doesn’t believe in vaccinations and called the racist, xenophobic Brexit a victory for British people.

3) The fascist, xenophobic, homophobic, hateful demagogue who genuinely has a chance of winning this election because 50% of this country is disgusting and awful.

4) Hillary Rodham Clinton.

In many states, you don’t even get choice number 2.

I’m scared that so many of you are gonna go out and vote for 1 and 2 that y’all gonna let 3 win and then guess what?

14-year-old me is dead. You killed him.

When these people stand up to address the country this week in Philly, you know what you need to do? Listen. Learn. Understand. This is the most progressive platform in the history of American politics. There have been queer women of color, women with disabilities, black men, children of undocumented immigrants, sharing the stage with the first lady and the president. This is a platform that includes raising the minimum wage, eliminating college debt, ending police brutality, standing up for the rights of queer Americans and children.

And y’all wanna shout NOW?

Go home. Get the fuck out. You do not own this country. You do not own this struggle. You do not get to decide how the fight is fought.

You need to listen.

Bernie Sanders ran a messy campaign on clear, powerful ideals and I respect that shit. But the people on stage, the people with the microphone, those are the people who are going to lose everything because you won’t let this shit go.

You won’t vote for Clinton? You won’t stand up for the party of people of color, of people with disabilities, of queer people, of women?

Okay, fine, but don’t you fucking speak to me. Your moral high ground means shit to me when it could mean leaving my loved ones in graves.

I’m not done. I’m never done. But I’m tired. I’m scared. I wanted to see Michelle Obama speak to me and my heart and give me hope, but I couldn’t get the fear out of my heart. Ask me a month ago and I would have said that there was no way that we’d see Trump in the White House, but ask me tonight and I just don’t know. I don’t know.