I feel like I’m on a bus barreling downhill towards a brick wall and while most of the bus is screaming the people at the front won’t let is stop the driver because they think he’s a great business man even though he’s already crashed six smaller busses into walls and he’s told them that the wall is paper and they’ll go right through and be right at their desired stop which is six miles in The other direction.

That’s what it feels like to be in the USA right now.

Also, I’m trans, so half the bus hates me regardless and doesn’t think I should have a seat in the first place.