I put up my pride flag at my desk at work this morning, and I’ve stared down anyone who has even looked like they want to comment on it. I’m scared for my LGBT family, I’m scared for myself, I’m scared for my country. But the prevailing emotion in my heart right now is defiant anger. Every act of personal queerness for the next four years is going to be an act of protest, and I want everyone who comes in contact with me to know it. I will hold my partner’s hand. I will fly my flag proudly. I will kiss who I want in public. I will get married to whoever the fuck I want and anyone who has something to say about it can eat my entire ass.

I’m here, I’m queer, and I’m fucking pissed off.