I was over at my dad's wifes boyfriends apartment today helping with some household chores. He lives in a very urban area of a very blue state. At the end of the work we went to one of the nearby barcades. It's the kind of place that journ*lists, therapists, legit spinny dress wearers and the LGBTQ2SIIA+ class go to unwind with a hoppy IPA brewed by s*x workers of color.

Former President Trump was on the TV and the local weed dispensary owner said to his gay trans nibling (spide/spideself),

"You know what? He ain't so bad. The reparations are flowing, nobody's kneeling on anyone's neck, and we're letting trans women compete again. Can't believe I'm saying this but Ol' Manhattan Don's got my vote this year."

I looked around and all I saw were heads nodding in agreement. I heard a few calls of "Yassssss queen" and "oh your gods yasssss" from the folx around me. Even saw the lonely huwhite investment banker man in the corner raise his drink with a nod.