I get deleted a lot on social media. Usually by men. Usually by men I actually know and counted as friends. Today, I finally realized who deleted me this week when I posted about feminism and the DAPL.
Dang. He was a pretty rad dude.
But here's the thing. This is my tough time. This is my extremely difficult time. And not just for me, but for our nation. I have the opportunity to try to speak out and change things. Something. Anything. Nothing at all. I don't know. But what good does it do to be silent?
I don't intend to be quiet on issues that matter.
I will not suddenly decide to be silent and submissive.
I will be a lion.
There are a few times when I pause and consider the embarassment I might be in other people's eyes--how they shake their head and sadly say, "Poor, poor Roger."
My funeral will at least be interesting.