Believe Survivors. Stop Kavanaugh.

I watched all 9+ hours of the Senate Judiciary committee hearings yesterday, and like a lot of you I feel awful.

I feel sick – physically. I feel emotional. I’m angry, but also deeply sad. I feel, in fact, a lot like I did the day after the 2016 election when Trump “won”.

But here’s the thing, this isn’t the day after. It’s the day of – today the Senate Judiciary committee is scheduled to vote on this disgusting, planet killing, rape-culture-affirming, nominee. At about noon is the moment to show up. Will you join me?

I live in South Carolina, which means Sen. Lindsey Graham is my Senator. I’ll be going to show him how I feel about his passionate defense of rape culture yesterday. I’ll be going because nobody gets to tell me and my friends what to do with out bodies or how to feel about the men who oppress us. I’ll be going because this hasn’t happened yet and I don’t want to sit downstairs and wonder why the music is so loud upstairs where Lindsey, Brett and the other boys are.

Yeah, I don’t know if I can change my Senator’s mind. I rather doubt it. But it’s not too late to stop this and a great many other harms, yet.