Dear Trump Supporters,

I am not okay.

I am not okay with the decision you've made. Well, I should say "the decision the electoral college made," because let's face it, Hillary won the popular vote. However, each and every single person who voted for him is also responsible. You are now responsible for his actions, and I hope you have a lot of space in your conscience, because you're going to need it.

I am not okay your sympathy. You've made your bed; now lie in it. Don't expect absolution from the billions of people now fearing for their lives. Don't expect them to brush it off because of past friendship. Your disregard for my life is enough to end any friendship. And while we're on the subject of sympathy, I don't need your patronizing "be safe" statements when I go out to protest. It's simply an admission that I have something to fear by voicing my opinions. If you really cared about my safety, you would have voted differently.

I am not okay with your own cry for sympathy. If people are labeling you as racist, sexist, homophobic, etc., you don't have the authority to dismiss their claims. You don't get to decide that you're not racist. Minorities decide that for you. All you can do is modify your words and actions accordingly.

I am not okay with your statements that "everything will be fine." How wonderful it must feel to be so privileged that this election doesn't affect you. It must be great to be a white, cisgender, straight man of considerable means right now. I'm sure that for you, the sun has never shone brighter. However, as a bisexual woman trying to make it through college on student loans, you might understand where I take issue with your complacency.

I am not okay in general. I fear for my safety, and I fear for the safety of my friends and loved ones. I fear an increase in hate crimes, now that hate has been validated on a national scale. I fear for the safety of our country as a whole, now that your president has access to the nuclear codes. I fear for the little girls who looked up at the TV to see a strong woman trying to break the ultimate glass ceiling, only to be silenced by a man accused of rape and sexual assault. They are too young to be cynical.

I am not okay, and I never will be.

Sincerely,

A Woman Fearing For Her Safety