Last night I had what was best described as a “mind-blowing carnal experience.” I don’t recall a time I have ever so relished and given in to the absolutely hedonistic joy of being alive, in love, and in glorious rapture. So much so that for a brief moment in the midst of uncontrollable orgasms, I actually thought I might be dying – and while it scared me, I kept on going.
I wasn’t dying. I was living.
In the moments that followed, I had a bit of an epiphany about what it means to me to push past that fear and live passionately.
Right now, watching the world through twitter and facebook. Planning which protests I can attend and how I’ll get there. And with every tweet, retweet, and blog post I share, I feel myself more and more exposed.
I don’t think it will be long before they come after his detractors.
I don’t think it will be long before outspoken members of the resistance start “disappearing,” silenced by a regime that fears and abhors dissent.
I ask myself, will it be worth it? The hell that might rain down upon my happy, comfortable life – for the sake of speaking up?
I think you know the answer.
If you ever read the books and thought you’d join Dumbledore’s Army despite the danger – now is your chance.
If you ever thought you’d have marched in the days of Martin Luther King, Jr. if you’d been alive to witness it, now is your chance.
If you ever thought you’d have given sanctuary to Anne Frank’s family, or to people fleeing slavery through the Underground Railroad, now is your chance.
We’ve not yet reached the point where our resistance is illegal. Not yet. But don’t think for a second that’s not their goal.
Should the time come when executive action is taken to try to make it illegal, I don’t think there will be grandfather clauses written in. There is a nonzero chance that the people speaking out against this administration, regardless of their citizenship, will find themselves in peril in the future.
I’ve spent the better part of today making my peace with that. If it happens, I’ll know that I’m standing on the right side of history. Without a God or descendants to judge my actions, I make this decision because my own conscience dictates that it is the right thing to do.
I won’t make any grand sweeping statements about my further intentions for this blog. Not saying I’m done writing about BDSM, sex, or relationships. I’m just saying that, for now, I don’t see that being a priority in my life.
I’ve joined Dumbledore’s Army.