No Kings for this Queen.

I’m going to the No Kings protest tomorrow.

My intention is to go and exercise my right and the right of the people peaceably to assemble, and to petition the Government for a redress of grievances.

I’m a lover. Not a fighter.

I want to hug, not hate.

Of course, I go into that sea of solidarity peacefully. Willingly. Proudly.

I also go prepared for the unthinkable. (It’s just how my brain works.)

So know this: should my time come while doing something I believe is right, good, and justified, then so be it. I would be honored to have that be my last act in this human go-round, rather than succumbing to some awful disease or worse.

That said, I’m going to be alright. Maybe even better than alright. I’m going to come home refueled by the energy of human empathy, radiating across the nation, marching shoulder to shoulder, to defend the country we love. 🇺🇸

As always,

Live, Laugh, Fight.

XO, Me ✊💋