I got you. You got me. We are in this together. There will be a great soundtrack, lots of authentic conversations, belly laughs, tears flowing, and extra long hugs in our dumpster fire floating up the creek with no paddles. I’m with you beloved. Always. XO
Mesa, your words speak to something deeply human—the ache, the fear, and the quiet persistence that comes from knowing that all we truly have is each other. From here in Germany, I see the same dumpster fire from a different vantage point, and yet the themes are universal: systems collapsing under their own weight, cruelty normalized, and people struggling to keep hope alive.
What resonates most is your focus on community and the small acts that tether us to each other. It’s easy to feel powerless in the face of so much unraveling, but when we look closer, we see the ways people step up—unprompted, out of love and empathy, to help their neighbors, strangers, anyone in need. That capacity to care is where hope finds its footing.
Your call to act, even in small ways, is a grounding reminder. Writing, creating, refusing to comply with injustice—these are acts of courage, even when they feel insufficient. From where I stand, it’s these moments of connection and resistance that offer the clearest path forward.
Thank you for your honesty, your dissent, and your willingness to keep showing up. All we have is each other, and that can be enough. Let’s keep going.
Thank you, Jay, as always for getting to the heart of my words. I’m so grateful to be a part of this world with you. I’m proud to keep going right alongside you!!
I'm here for this empathetic and subversive magic you're weaving. LET'S GOOOO! ✨️🙌🔥
YESSS!!!! Thank you friend! I’m so glad you’re here 🩵🩵🩵🩵
You’re on fire, Mesa! Count me in to write with you! 💪💚🖊️
YESSSSS!!!! 😍😍😍
😭❤️✨ I dissent too & I’m able to allow myself to SAY IT because of you Mesa.
😭😭😭 Love you, K. I’m so glad we’ve got each other 😭🩵🩵🩵
I got you. You got me. We are in this together. There will be a great soundtrack, lots of authentic conversations, belly laughs, tears flowing, and extra long hugs in our dumpster fire floating up the creek with no paddles. I’m with you beloved. Always. XO
Thank you, love. I am so grateful for you 😭🩵
Mesa, your words speak to something deeply human—the ache, the fear, and the quiet persistence that comes from knowing that all we truly have is each other. From here in Germany, I see the same dumpster fire from a different vantage point, and yet the themes are universal: systems collapsing under their own weight, cruelty normalized, and people struggling to keep hope alive.
What resonates most is your focus on community and the small acts that tether us to each other. It’s easy to feel powerless in the face of so much unraveling, but when we look closer, we see the ways people step up—unprompted, out of love and empathy, to help their neighbors, strangers, anyone in need. That capacity to care is where hope finds its footing.
Your call to act, even in small ways, is a grounding reminder. Writing, creating, refusing to comply with injustice—these are acts of courage, even when they feel insufficient. From where I stand, it’s these moments of connection and resistance that offer the clearest path forward.
Thank you for your honesty, your dissent, and your willingness to keep showing up. All we have is each other, and that can be enough. Let’s keep going.
Thank you, Jay, as always for getting to the heart of my words. I’m so grateful to be a part of this world with you. I’m proud to keep going right alongside you!!
Xoxo 🩵🩵
Me, too Mesa.
I'm here to join the rebellion.