If We Were Having Coffee // This Election Triggers My Anxiety

Hello, hello, dear readers! Thank you for stopping by for a little coffee and conversation. I’m sorry, I am running so late this weekend, we had a new dishwasher delivered, and I am currently struggling with the installation. Also, the debate is on tonight, and I plan to let that play in the background while I finish this up.

If you don’t mind the tools and the occasional f-bomb, I welcome you to sit and chat with me while I work and watch.


If we were having coffee, I would tell you that like everyone else I am anxious not only to see if Trump’s demeanor will be different from the first debate but to hear what Trump has to say about the recent release of his disgusting comments made over ten years ago..

Like most, I cannot believe a man like this has become a real candidate for our nation’s highest office, and as a woman, I felt sickened. I thought of every time a man treated me like a piece of meat or made me feel ugly, or disgusting because I wasn’t what he thought I should be. I thought about how nearly all women know what that feels like.

I thought about how a man like that could become our president and make us feel like that for four years.

I thought about that and felt real fear.


If we were having coffee, I would tell you that the debate is actually on now and I almost ashamed to call myself an America. How did we get here? How did we let this happen? We are better than this.

I actually feel bad for Hillary. She isn’t perfect but to have to stand next to a man like that, a man that is less qualified, a man with such hate in his heart, and a man who shows very little respect to her or any woman has to be humiliating. I would have preferred, and I’m sure she would have too, that her opponent would have been someone worthy of the fight.

This election feels a lot like what a lot of women go through every single day.


If we were having coffee, I would tell you that, as for me, last week was a pretty good one. Nothing much happened, as they say, no news is good news. I am still

I am still working on an outline for my NaNoWriMo, and I still have no idea what I’m doing. For the most part “working on” means research. I worked on world-building last week, and I plan to flesh out a few more characters and work on the story’s opening chapters this week. I still have o idea what I’m doing, but I’m doing it.

Today I did a little shopping and bought The Elements of Style by William Strunk Jr.and Writing Down the Bones: Freeing the Writer Within by Natalie Goldberg. I hope both will help me make a little more progress with my prose both here, and in novel writing. I love learning everything I can about the craft, and I am interested in learning some practical tips on style as well as looking at the act of writing from a new perspective.

I also bought The Republic by Plato, but I feel like I should have gone with my first instinct and picked up Wuthering Heights by Emily Brontë. Oh well, next time.


If we were having coffee, I would tell you that while the week was one of the most uneventful I’ve had in a long time, this weekend was a fun filled one. Friday night I stayed in with my lady. We’ve been missing each other since she’s had to work so much and I’ve been doing my writing thing. We had a few drinks and watched some shows we’d missed during the week. We stayed up late like, giggling and playing like we were teenagers again.

Last night we went spent time with a few friends—another gay couple, two men—we haven’t seen in awhile. They happen to work with us, and both in similar positions as both my lady and me too. It’s nice to talk with another couple who has so much in common with us and who understands what we go through. It’s nice to know that you are not alone is sometimes feeling frustrated and angry, but also loved and happy too. It’s nice to know you are normal, for the most part.

We had dinner and drinks, and we drove a little way out of town to check out a haunted house. I love Halloween, I love scary movies and costumes and all things creepy but this haunted house was almost too much! There was so much fog and either complete darkness or strobe lights so bright I couldn’t see all the clowns and men with chainsaws until the were right up on me.

I was awful and so much fun!


If we were having coffee, I would tell you that I was very sorry I had to go. I know our visit has been shorter than usual, and I know that is my fault, but it is late, and I am feeling more tired than I expected to. I don’t have a whole lot to update you on, and this debate has triggered my anxiety and exhausted me all at once. I’m going to bed.

I really hope you had a good week, a relaxing weekend, and I wish you nothing but productivity and good vibes thru Friday.

Until next time :)


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4 Replies to “If We Were Having Coffee // This Election Triggers My Anxiety”

  1. Glad you enjoyed the haunted house. Those are too scary for me!

    Your comments about Trump and Hillary are pretty much exactly how I feel. Listening to that tape of his disgusting comments made me remember every time a man had made me feel less than or objectified. I do not understand how a man like that could be a viable candidate to run our country. As a woman and the mother of two daughters, it sickens and frightens me. I was really curious about how he would handle it at last night’s debate. His “apology” wasn’t really an apology but more of the excuses and deflection that we have come to expect. And then all of his supporters that dismiss the comments as “locker room talk” like it means nothing. Sad state of affairs.


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