“On November 8, 2016, I am old, a sexagenarian—the only label that anyone notices. I live alone, and no one asks whether I am a lesbian or a feminist or Zen Buddhist.

“I am wrinkled beyond my years; time and illness blur my sexuality. All I did never slowed either.

“I am ten days out from the first of two hip replacement surgeries. Being old is being invisible, and what was once disability off and on for nearly forty years, is now the frailty of chronic illness.

“All around me the trappings of my privilege unravel. It was never enough to always recycle, to be almost vegan or mostly Zen Buddhist, or to be selective in my support of causes, including which Member of Congress to write.

“All necessary but never enough.

“A hard, hard rain falls as hate reveals us. My own white privilege blinded me to the white women of my own generation who vote against reason and for…chaos. What could they possibly fear in a multicultural nation led by a woman?” 
Excerpt from ” Confessions of a Closet Activist” by KM Huber, in volume 1 of The Nasty Women Project set for publication, March 1. Currently, the story appears on the NWP website at: 

http://nastywomenproject.com/confessions-of-a-closet-activist/