I haven’t blogged lately because I’ve been too busy trying to win the election to write about it, but I wanted to share a few thoughts in advance of election day.

I’ve been becoming increasingly frustrated with single issue anti-abortion voters who are either voting Trump or refusing to vote for Clinton because of abortion. When you declare that is the one and only issue you consider, you’re telling me that my life doesn’t matter to you.

I’m not talking about my life in some sort of existential, quality of life sense, I’m talking about me not being dead.

The rise of Donald Trump has unleashed violence against every marginalized group in this country. This didn’t make the news because the victim didn’t want to go public, but last Friday a man was gaybashed by Trump supporters in downtown Sarasota. They told him in a gay slur-laden rant that when Trump is president, people like him will be illegal and have to go away.

I’m scared of what will happen if Trump becomes president and the people who are resorting to violence now believe that they have the support of the nation. I’m afraid for my own life, I’m afraid for my friends’ lives, and in the moments when I’m not busy distracting myself by doing everything I can to make sure the unthinkable doesn’t come true, it starts becoming overwhelming.

When you refuse to vote for Hillary because of her position on abortion, even knowing that abortion rates fall under pro-choice Democrats and increase under “pro-life” Republicans, you’re telling me that you care more about maintaining ideological purity than people’s lives. You make me feel like my actual life right here in front of you is meaningless to you and that I’m disposable.

But hey, the evangelical world wants me dead, they proved that with their non-response to the Pulse massacre (well, non-response except for a hell house to tell us how much God hates us), so why should I expect my evangelical friends to feel any differently?

I’m tired of feeling like evangelical Christians think I’m disposable. Prove me wrong. Show that you do care about my life.

I’m not going to hold my breath though.

Published by Kathryn Brightbill

I was born at a very young age.

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