Tayvis Oneshots

Only the young

Trigger warnings: mentions of sa, rape, guns, abortion, political talk

TAYLOR
This election has definitely been rough, scary and completely horrifying. Neither of the candidates are perfect, but only one is a convicted felon, which should mean there's a very clear and obvious person to vote for, but apparently not.

The second I saw Trumps electoral vote number increase like that, I knew it wasn't going to be good for anyone, well, other than straight cisgender white men.

While Kamala might not be the most perfect president in the history of the world, she's still a million times better than Trump.

I haven't slept at all through the night because the stress and anxiety this election has been causing me, and Travis has stuck with me through it all.

We watched the election together and we both knew it was going downhill for us.

The second I saw Trumps electoral votes hit 270, tears welled in my eyes. We are fucked.

"Tay, honey." Travis said, wrapping his arms around me, he knew how much I cared about this, and now he does too.

"It's so fucking stupid. I just want people to have basic human rights." I cried, it wasn't fair.

"There's so much wrong with trumps ideas." I begin. I was aware Travis knew most of this, but I just needed to vent about it.

"It's so stupid. Like, what if I needed an abortion? Then what? What if I have a girlfriend? What if I want to use IVF to have a baby someday? I just want some fucking rights!" I complained.

"Like what if I was dating a girl? Then what would happen? I don't want myself, or anyone to feel attacked because of something like that." I stated.

"And IVF. There are so many people want to use this. Queer couples, or just people who are struggling to get pregnant. I just to be able to live in peace." I sighed, tears pouring down my face at this point.

"Gun laws too. I'm pretty sure guns have more rights than women at this point." I sighed, the realization sinking in harder.

"It's all just... fucking insane. We would rather have a convicted felon run our country than a black woman. He's a fucking felon, and people still voted for him." I sobbed, none of this made sense.

"I'm pretty sure felons can't vote for president, and yet they can be the president. That's messed up." I mentioned.

"And don't even get me started on the rights men made about my uterus." I sighed.

"It's my body, and therefore I should be the one choosing what to do with it. Biological men can't get pregnant, and yet they are the ones making laws regarding what I can do with my uterus." I cried, it wasn't fair.

"And it's not just as simple as not having sex. What about rape? Then what?" I questioned.

"Like, someone shouldn't have to carry a fetus around for 9 months, unless they choose too. My purpose in life isn't being a human incubator." I explained.

"And young girls can techniaclly get pregnant too, why is it the old men making the laws about this?" I questioned.

"The scary thing with the abortion ban is all the young girls. Girls can technically get pregnant after they start getting periods, which could be as young as 8. Now, imagine an 8 year old being forced to give birth to her rapists baby." The words fell out of my mouth, it felt like the worlds was going backwards.

"Or even if it's not a kid. What if you and me aren't careful enough and I end up pregnant. We know we can't handle a kid right now, what if we lived in a state without any abortion access?" I said, everything about this world felt so scary.

"If anyone voted for Trump, they basically voted against, queer people, trans people, anyone who isn't white, women, and so much more." I cried, our country was doomed.

"Baby, I know, it sucks. But we did what we could to help. We voted." Travis softly said, his hands playing with my hair.

"I know. It just pisses me off that people would rather have a felon run the country simply because the other candidate is female." I stated.

"Me too, me too. I know I don't exactly understand quite as much as you or any other woman, but I definitely agree with you." Travis promised me.

"And it's not just women. It's queer people, transgender people, non-white people, and basically anyone who isn't a straight white dude. It's not fair." I said, Travis nodding along.

The day ended with me crying myself to sleep, this was horrible. Kamala isn't perfect my any means, but Trump is pure evil.

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I am so fucking scared right now as a queer woman living in the US. I live in a very blue state luckily, but I don't know how long that'll keep me safe for.

I just want the right to exist without the president trying to make laws about my body, or who I can be in a relationship with.

It scares me that so many people prefer Trumps over Kamala too. Personally, I do think there are better candidates than Kamala, but she is very clearly better than Trump.

I just don't understand how we are going to a convicted felon as our president.

Also, this chapter was also more of me putting my feelings about the election into Taylor's words. I know it's not the greatest thing I've written, but I didn't want to be silent about such an important topic like this.

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