That’s right – this tangerine-tinted dickwhistle has united the majority of America (and the world) against him, which is no small task. For me, with his boastful, windy grandiosity, Trump is an uncanny stand-in for the animal who saw to the financial and emotional ruination of my family for nothing more than greed and sport. Never gave myself gastritis from panic and shame and dread. With his tyranny he has challenged us to fiercely fight for our democracy. He has made demonstrators out of derelicts (and I firmly count myself here). Donald Trump has unwittingly brought us together as a nation aghast. Some folks are made to re-live the vicious bullying of their middle school years every time he tweets, because Trump is nothing if not a Bully. No scandals, no pussy grabbing, no name calling or tantrum throwing. With that gracious, elegant leader at the helm I literally never once woke drenched in the night unable to breathe, or frantically checked my phone for Endtimes Alerts. So much that if I’m being honest, I barely paid attention. With his rhetoric he has brought us together to remind us to rise up.He mentored and encouraged me, and before long I was no longer making art for the pleasure of the process, or the sense of achievement it gave, but for his approval, his attention. With the excuse of doing photo shoots, or working on community art projects, we spent a lot of time together outside of school, which involved increasing physical intimacy.On one occasion when things were progressing far too fast, I stopped him, saying I didn’t think I was ready yet; not in that setting, not there, not then.And even now, the memory of that time is complicated.
If you see beyond what's not to like in people, and humankind, as whole, you will see what is there to like. My closest friends, and even my family, sometimes act in ways that I don't think very highly of. To sum it up for you, yes, it is alright to be a misanthrope. And owing to my artistic ability (or so I assumed) I pretty quickly became a cliche; the other kids called me “teacher’s pet”.Courted (today, we’d call it “groomed”) by this man I so admired, he approached me on the first day of my junior year with the proposition that our relationship become “something more.” If it didn’t, he said, he would resign his teaching position.The rest of the year was filled with drama and deception. So at the risk of, well, everything – I think I’ll stick to the path I know best.While my classmates were going to football games and prom, I was going to dark restaurants and motels with a man 32 years my senior. I would have willingly and happily walked into a burning building had he asked me. I’ll keep falling down and fucking up until I finally get it right, or not.