Because you need something to be happy about otherwise you’ll lose all hope, forget what you’re fighting for and die from apathy.

For an example: I live in Texas and, being trans myself, have a lot of trans friends. Yet, last night we had a housewarming party for one of them who recently moved within the city to be closer to her boyfriend. Instead of sitting there having a group meltdown session, which would have been a relatively reasonable thing to do, all things considering, we played drinking games and cuddled for hours (furries are very cuddly). We had a lot of fun and ultimately we all left the party significantly happier than when we got there (at least I did, anyway).

I have more hope for the future now than I did before Trump won the election. Why? Because even if civilization collapses and we return to the dark ages, I’ll know where to go to be with my favorite people. I’ll know that we’ll be forging for food and searching for safe places to stay together. You have to find your spark in the darkness and then nurture it to become a flame to keep you warm in troubling times. That’s why they’re celebrating. They’re feeding their flames so they can remember what’s worth living for.