Who Matters Post Election?

Reflections from a Black, Queer, and exhausted woman

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It’s interesting how Black women are always okay. Whether we are or we aren’t, we are. We have to be.

Or we’re just perceived that way.

That thought’s been running through my head a lot lately because, as a Black, queer, 36-year-old, polyamorous woman with multiple partners and two small uterus-bearing children, I’m one of the people most affected by the recent election results.

I saw it coming, honestly. I knew Kamala Harris wouldn’t win. But I hoped. You know, we all hope, even when we know better. I knew it was too little, too late. She wasn’t enough of anything—didn’t lean far enough one way or the other to grab attention or energy.

Regardless of how I felt, it happened. And here I am, dealing with it like always.

I’ve been talking about this a lot with one of my friends. Over the past week, I’ve been feeling... off. Like things don’t matter, like people don’t turn out the way they claim they will. We’ve been joking back and forth about life, trying to keep things light. Yesterday, which was election day, he asked if I wanted to grab dinner today. I told him I’d let him know in the morning.