Tanis Nikana

I’ve had two strokes; sex is the least of my worries.

My goal is to be weird and intimidating now, and I’m pretty good at it. Still friendly though.

I manage. There’s no sex in my day to day life, no libido either. It’s not a thing that comes up often.

Eh, I’m also intersex and lack the musculature to do anything with my genitals.

It’s also a physical problem. Doesn’t really need fixing.

It’s temporary, forty or fifty more years and I won’t have to worry none about it.

I’ve never actually done it before, because sexual thoughts bring nothing but fear and terror to my mind. They all feel like Silent Hill 2.

No can do, taking this virginity to my grave.

I’m not about to provide you with masturbation material.

Women. Queer people. Non-white people. Hell, even white straight cis evangelical Christian rich men who die from being sick.

There will be so much death.

It will be unending.

We may yet manage as a country, but the millions that die from this election won’t get to see it.