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The Gay Agenda, But Make It Catnip: A Household Report on Trump-Era LGBTQ Changes

“When the world starts smelling like political mildew, light the charcoal. Call your ancestors. And let the queer folk lead the way back to sanity.”

-This Puzzled Life

Light the charcoal. Sprinkle the sage. The energy in this house, and frankly, in this entire country, has gotten so funky that even my cats are refusing to walk through certain rooms without spiritual PPE.

I woke up this morning with my hair looking like a disgruntled possum. Before I could even sip my coffee,  the cats were holding a household meeting about “the state of the union.” Which is always a bad sign. Coco had a clipboard. Tink was already in the hallway wearing her imaginary reading glasses. Which were radiating the kind of disappointment usually reserved for people who microwave fish at work. Piper also whispered, “Ma’am, the political nonsense has reached critical levels. We need a blog post before Tink files a grievance.” She was chewing on the corner of a cardboard box like she was absorbing strength for the battle ahead. And she was also eating the minutes.

And here we are. I’m half awake. Half-caffeinated. Fully irritated. And spiritually powered by coffee and queer rage and fully done with the world. The cats, unionized and dramatic. The political landscape is acting like it needs to be put in time‑out with no tablet. And I’m ready to unpack the latest political nonsense like it’s a Walmart bag full of mystery items you forgot you bought.

Let’s begin. The cats have taken their positions. Tink is pacing like a union rep preparing for a strike. Coco is perched in a sunbeam like a disappointed CEO. And Piper is licking an outlet for emotional support.

Filed by Piper (Gremlin-at-Large), Tink (Union Rep), and Coco (CEO of Sunbeams)

Ladies, gentlemen, gays, theys, strays, and anyone who has ever been personally victimized by a legislative session. welcome. I, Tinkerbell, your local union rep and part‑time conspiracy theorist, have called this emergency press briefing because the humans are stressed. The news is chaotic. And the federal government has once again discovered a new way to make LGBTQ folks’ lives harder. And when the humans are stressed. We are stressed. And when we are stressed. Someone’s shower curtain is getting shredded. That’s democracy, baby.

Coco here. CEO. Visionary. Keeper of Warm Spots. I run this house. And I run it with dignity. That’s something certain political leaders could try sometime. Let’s talk about these changes that have been rolling out like a bad reboot of a show nobody asked for.

1. Policies targeting transgender people

Tink’s summary: “Why are they obsessed with people’s gender? They can’t even manage their own hair.”

From restrictions on gender‑affirming care to attempts to limit trans people’s rights in public life. The changes have been hitting the trans community hard. Tink’s official stance: “If someone tried to regulate my litter box access, I would simply bite them.”

2. Attempts to roll back protections for LGBTQ workers and students

Piper interrupts, “We in the Feline Union stand firmly against workplace discrimination. Especially discrimination that interrupts nap time.”

Some policy shifts have weakened protections for LGBTQ employees and students. And this is making it harder for queer folks to feel safe at work or school. Piper’s stance is, “If anyone tried to discriminate against me, I would scream at 3 a.m. Until they reconsidered their life choices.”

3. Changes affecting LGBTQ families and adoption rights

Coco says, “Imagine telling someone they can’t adopt because of who they love. Meanwhile, I’ve seen humans who can’t even keep a houseplant alive.”

Some policy changes have made it harder for LGBTQ couples to adopt or foster children. Coco: “We support all families. Especially the ones who provide snacks.”

4. The demonization of the LGBTQ community. Especially trans folks

Piper: “Oh, the irony. The same people clutching pearls about ‘protecting children’ are the ones passing laws that harm them.”

Some political messaging has painted LGBTQ people, especially transgender people, as threats or problems. Tink: “If anyone is a threat, it’s Coco when she hasn’t had her 2 p.m. zoomies.”

Piper here. I’m the emotional support gremlin. I don’t understand politics. But I do understand vibes. And the vibes are rancid. Let me tell you what I’ve observed. The humans are tired. The queer humans are extra tired. And the trans humans are tired, angry, and carrying the entire moral backbone of the country on their shoulders. And the cats? We’re eating plastic. And knocking things off counters in solidarity.

Coco’s official statement: “Stop targeting LGBTQ people. They’re fabulous. Also, give me treats.”

Tink (adjusting tiny glasses): “We stand with the LGBTQ community. We stand with trans folks. We stand with queer families. We stand with drag queens, bisexuals, nonbinary babes, leather daddies, sapphic aunties, and anyone who has ever had to explain their pronouns to a man who thinks Wi-Fi is witchcraft.”

Coco (basking in a sunbeam): “We reject policies that harm queer people. We reject discrimination. We reject cruelty. We reject anything that interrupts my naps.”

Piper (chewing a cardboard box): “We reject bigotry. And also, gravity.”

And that, my friends, concludes today’s episode of “Why Are Humans Like This?” starring a government that needs therapy. A household that runs on chaos. And three cats who have officially drafted a cease‑and‑desist letter addressed to bigotry itself.

Coco has stamped it with her paw. Tink has notarized it with a dramatic sigh. Piper tried to eat it, which counts as approval. Coco has filed the paperwork. Tink has approved it with a single judgmental blink. Piper tried to eat the evidence, which honestly feels symbolic.

Coco: “If the government wants to keep messing with LGBTQ rights, they should know this household is ready. We have claws. We have opinions. We have a gremlin.”

Tink: “And we have a human who writes like a Southern Shakespeare with boundary issues.”

Piper: “So consider this your warning. Stop targeting queer people. Or we will knock over everything you love.”

Let me say this with the clarity of a Southern auntie who has had enough. And also, loud enough for the ancestors, the neighbors, and the lawmakers who pretend not to hear. Queer people aren’t the problem. Cruelty is. And this household does not negotiate with nonsense. Queer folks deserve safety. Trans folks deserve dignity. And bigotry deserves to be escorted out like it just caused a scene at Applebee’s. 

This household stands with the LGBTQ community. We have claws out. The sage lit. The charcoal glowing. And Piper ready to scream at anyone who needs a reminder. The cats strut away like they just won the Miss America pageant. They exit the room in slow motion. With tails high. And theme music swelling. Thanks for reading! Happy Pride!

Affirmation: My spirit is steady. My boundaries are blessed. And my queer joy is non‑negotiable. No law, no headline, and no nonsense can dim the light I carry. Or the claws backing me up.

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The Bitchuation Room: When “Love Thy Neighbor” Has Conditions

“My peace stays protected because I refuse to wrestle with hypocrisy. Especially when my cats can spot it faster than I can.”

-This Puzzled Life

Light the charcoal. Sprinkle the sage. Negative energy go away. Today we’re talking about conservative Christians who shame the LGBTQIA+ community while swimming in hypocrisy so deep they need a snorkel, a flotation device, and a word with Jesus Himself. And doing the spiritual equivalent of showing up to church with a flask in their Bible cover.

Piper has already put on her “I’m judging you but politely” face. Coco is pacing like she’s waiting for someone to confess on camera. Tinkerbell has taken one look at the hypocrisy and gone back to bed because she said, “Mama, I don’t have the emotional bandwidth for this.” If hypocrisy were a sport, half these folks would have endorsement deals. It is not ankle‑deep. It is not knee‑deep. It is baptism‑level immersion. Gather your spirit, your boundaries, and your emotional support snacks, we’re going in.

You ever notice how the loudest voices yelling “SIN!” are the same ones who have a secret second family. Or are having premarital sex that they condemn others about. They have a prayer request list longer than the CVS receipt. And a browser history that would make a demon blush? They’ll shame queer folks for existing. Then turn around and gossip so hard the angels have to put in earplugs. They’ll say, “We’re just protecting traditional values.” While their own values are out back doing donuts in the church parking lot. They’ll say, “We’re worried about the children.” While their children are on TikTok learning more compassion in 30 seconds than the adults have learned in 30 years.

Piper watches conservative Christian culture shame queer folks and whispers, “If hypocrisy were a spiritual gift, half these people would be apostles.” She sits on the arm of the couch like a bishop. She remembers the potluck of 2014. She knows who brought the store‑bought potato salad and lied.

Coco sees the hypocrisy and immediately starts knocking things off the counter. She says it’s “symbolic.” She says she’s “cleansing the space.” She says if one more person uses Jesus as a weapon, she’s flipping the whole table like it’s the Last Supper Reunion Special. And she is one tail flick away from staging a full‑scale revival.

Tinkerbell curls up in my lap and whispers, “If they spent half as much time loving people as they do policing them, the world would be healed by now.” Then she falls asleep because the hypocrisy exhausted her spirit. It hurts. I really does.

To be told you’re wrong for loving. To be told you’re broken for existing. To be told your joy is sinful while someone else’s cruelty is “righteous.” But the ancestors keep whispering, “There is nothing wrong with you. There has never been anything wrong with you. The problem is the mirror they refuse to look into.” And that mirror is dusty.

Piper says, “Judge not, lest ye be caught doing worse behind the fellowship hall.” Coco says, “Shame is not a ministry. But I can make it one if needed.” And Tinkerbell says, “Take a nap. You deserve softness.” And I say, “We will not shrink. We will not apologize. We will not dim our joy to make someone else’s fear comfortable.”

That concludes today’s sermon on love, truth, and the Olympic‑level gymnastics required to shame queer folks while ignoring your own mess. Piper has officially closed her Bible and whispered, “This ain’t what Jesus meant.” Coco is knocking over a decorative cross because she said the energy is fraudulent. Tinkerbell has curled up on my chest and declared the hypocrisy “spiritually crusty.”

Bless your identity, your joy, your pronouns, your peace, and your whole queer spirit. Because if conservative Christian culture insists on swimming in hypocrisy, then we’ll be over here floating in truth, glitter, and emotional freedom. And supervised by three cats who refuse to let shame win.

Affirmation: I walk in truth, joy, and glitter‑coated freedom. No shame formed against me will prosper, because my spirit is protected, my boundaries are blessed, and my cats will hiss at anything that tries me.

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Things I Trust More Than This Administration: Queer, Southern, and Unbothered

“I’m not saying my life is chaotic. But even my sage asked for PTO.”

-This Puzzled Life

Light the charcoal. This is the moment that coal hisses. The ancestors lean in like, “Oh Lord… Dana ’bout to talk her talk again.” And the cats scatter like federal agents just pulled up in the driveway. And they should. This intro is hotter than Mississippi asphalt in July. And twice as disrespectful. Bless the yard. And hide your rainbow koozies. Because I’m about to say something that’ll make a Southern conservative clutch their pearls so hard they turn into diamonds. The smoke ain’t even settled yet and already my spirit guides are whispering, “Don’t hold back, sugar. Drag them like folding chairs at a riverfront brawl.”

The cats have formed a prayer circle. The neighbors are peeking through the blinds like they’re watching a tornado touchdown. And I’m standing in the yard with a rainbow apron and a spatula like, “Welcome to Pride, y’all. Let’s talk about trust. It sure ain’t coming from the administration.”

This ain’t just an intro. This is a front-porch sermon. A queer revival. And a Southern auntie prophecy delivered with the accuracy of a gossiping church lady who knows everybody’s business. It’s the version where Mississippi aunties, closeted deacons, rainbow‑flag‑waving cousins, and your one libertarian uncle who only shows up for barbecue all gather on the porch to say, “I don’t know what they’re doing up there in Washington, but it ain’t right.” And honestly? They’re not wrong.

Let’s talk about the things I trust more than this administration. Which is said through the lens of Southern conservative energy, queer resilience, and the chaotic truth of living below the Mason‑Dixon line.

1. A Southern conservative who says, “Now I’m not homophobic, BUT—”

At least I know what’s coming. Predictability is a love language.

2. The church fan with MLK on one side and a funeral home ad on the other.

That fan has been holding the community together longer than any policy.

3. The rainbow flag I hung outside that mysteriously disappears every June and reappears in the church lost‑and‑found.

Even the thieves have a conscience.

4. The deacon who whispers “I’m praying for you” but also slips me $20 for gas.

That’s bipartisan support.

5. The Southern mama who says she “doesn’t agree with the lifestyle” but will fight a senator with her bare hands if they try to take away her gay child’s healthcare.

That’s the kind of political complexity Washington could never handle.

6. The Pride parade in a conservative town where half the crowd is cheering and the other half is pretending they just happened to be walking by.

And yet it still runs smoother than federal operations.

7. The cat who judges my outfits but still shows up to Pride wearing a tiny American flag bandana like she’s running for office.

Piper 2028: “Claws Out for Civil Rights.”

8. The Southern conservative who says, “I don’t trust the government, but I trust Jesus and my tractor.” Honestly? Same.

9. The rainbow glitter that refuses to leave my floor.

It has more staying power than any administration I’ve lived through.

10. The HOA president who hates everything but still approves my Pride decorations because she’s scared of my grandma. That’s real governance.

Living queer in the Deep South means navigating a political landscape where people will vote against your rights at 9 a.m. Bring you a casserole at 11 a.m. And ask you to fix their Wi-Fi at 2 p.m. It’s a region where people say, “love the sinner, hate the sin,” but also “come get a plate, baby, I made extra.” Where the same person who says, “marriage is between a man and a woman” will also say “but y’all looked real cute in your engagement photos.” And somehow all of this still feels more stable, more honest, and more navigable than whatever the administration is doing on any given Tuesday.

May your charcoal burn steady. May your sage smoke be thick. May your boundaries be fortified like a Mississippi grandma’s chicken and dumpling recipe. May your Pride be loud and your joy be protected. And may you always trust the things that have never failed you like queer resilience, Southern contradictions, ancestral side‑eye, and the unstoppable force of a community that survives on humor, grit, and the ability to say, “bless their heart.”

And that’s why, at the end of the day, I trust my cats’ union bylaws, a drag queen’s wig glue, a conservative uncle’s “I ain’t sayin’ I agree, but I love you,” and the glitter that’s been stuck in my carpet since Obama’s first term. And it’s all more than I trust this administration. So, Let the rainbow flags wave high. Let the Southern conservatives keep pretending they “don’t get it” while secretly watching RuPaul’s Drag Race in 480p so the Lord can’t see.

Pride ain’t waiting on permission. Pride ain’t asking for approval. Pride is the mic drop. The finale. The fireworks. The testimony. And the whole damn altar call. And if the administration wants to catch up? They better lace up their boots, ’cause the queer South already left the porch. Thanks for reading! Happy Pride and keep resisting bigotry.

Affirmation: I move through this world like a Southern thunderstorm in June. It’s loud, dramatic, cleansing, and absolutely nobody’s business but God’s and the cats who witnessed it.

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Dear Allies: The Gays Salute You With Both Hands And A Fan Snap

“I’m not saying I’m dramatic. But if God wanted me to stay calm, he wouldn’t have given me this much personality and this many conservative relatives.”

-This Puzzled Life

Light the charcoal. Today we’re gathering around the communal table to honor a sacred, undercelebrated, and deeply cherished group of humans. Our allies. The real ones. Not the “I posted a rainbow square once in 2020” crowd. Not the “I love you but don’t tell my pastor” crowd. Not the “thoughts and prayers for your eternal soul” crowd who clutch their prayer list so hard they leave dents.

I’m talking about the folks who show up when nobody’s watching. The ones who defend us without needing applause, cameras, or a political campaign ad with soft piano music and a bald eagle crying in the background. The ones who embody actual Christianity. The kind Jesus practiced before it got franchised. Monetized. And turned into a small‑town HOA with a pulpit.

Piper has already hopped on the counter and declared, “Finally. A blog about the humans who actually act right.” Tinkerbell is nodding solemnly like a tiny furry deacon. Coco is passing out imaginary communion wafers made of Temptations treats.

And me? I’m over here emotional because these allies, the everyday saints, remind us that our souls aren’t one color. Our souls are a rainbow quilt that is stitched together with joy, grief, glitter, and generational resilience. Humanity was always meant to be fabulous. Some folks just missed the memo while they were too busy policing everyone else’s salvation.

To our allies who stand up for us in grocery store aisles, family dinners, church parking lots, and in group chats where the bigots get bold. And we see you. You don’t do it for credit. You don’t do it for clout. You don’t do it because it’s trendy. You do it because your moral compass isn’t powered by fear, shame, or whatever Fox News is microwaving that day. You do it because you know love is supposed to be lived. Not legislated.

You do it because you understand that Jesus wasn’t white, wealthy, or sponsored by the pulpit politics committee. You do it because you know that if Jesus showed up today, half these conservative Christians would call the cops on him for wearing sandals and hanging out with marginalized people. You do it because you know the difference between performative faith and actual compassion. And the difference is louder than a praise band with a broken sound system.

Meanwhile, some conservative Christians are out here condemning queer folks by day and conducting their secret lives in the dark night of shadows like they’re auditioning for a low‑budget soap opera. Piper said, “Mama, the hypocrisy is giving mildew.” Tinkerbell added, “It’s giving spiritual swamp water.” And  Coco simply hissed and walked away. Honestly, they’re honesty felt like Scripture.

Tinkerbell (the eldest emotionally, the judge, the one who has seen things): “First of all, thank you to the allies who defend my mama like she’s the last biscuit at a Baptist potluck. Y’all are the reason she walks around this house with her shoulders back and her spirit moisturized. I watch everything from the top of the fridge. And trust me. The world needs more of you and fewer people who weaponize Scripture like it’s a coupon they clipped wrong.”

Piper (chaotic, believes she is a pastor): “I would like to personally thank the allies who understand that Jesus hung out with the marginalized. And not the HOA board of conservative Christianity. If Jesus came back today, half these folks would call the police because he looks ‘suspicious.’ And the other half would ask him to sign their Bible like it’s a meet‑and‑greet. But you allies would offer him a seat, a snack, and a safe place to rest. That’s ministry.”

Coco (the one who knocks things over for emphasis): “Thank you for clapping back at bigots with the precision of a cat swatting a glass off a counter. Thank you for knowing that love is louder than hypocrisy. And that closets are for coats, not people. Also, I knocked over that decorative cross because the energy felt off. You’re welcome.”

Piper (interrupting): “And let’s be clear. The allies who show up quietly and don’t need applause, y’all are the real disciples. Meanwhile, some folks out here preaching purity while living double lives that smell like unwashed secrets and expired communion juice.”

Tinkerbell (fanning herself with an imaginary church program): “It’s always the loudest ones who have the most to hide. But our allies? They’re out here living the gospel without needing to weaponize it. They’re out here loving people like Jesus actually instructed. They’re out here doing the work while others are doing theatrics.”

Coco (dramatically rolling onto her back): “Thank you for loving my mama in ways that make her laugh. Breathe easier. And feel safe. Thank you for being the humans she trusts. Thank you for being the reason she doesn’t hiss at the world like I do.”

And before this blog sashays off the stage in a cloud of glitter and righteous truth. My cats insisted, loudly, dramatically, and with the authority of three tiny elders, that they get the final word.

Piper (tail flicking like a church lady’s fan): “Thank you, allies. Without you, Mama wouldn’t have had the courage to build the life she has now. And without that life, we wouldn’t have our brothers. The chaotic, beloved, biscuit‑stealing boys who complete this household circus.”

Tinkerbell (paws folded like she’s about to deliver a sermon): “Y’all didn’t just stand up for Mama. You stood beside her. And because of that, this rainbow‑stitched, Southern‑chaotic, cat‑ruled family, exists exactly as it should. Our brothers are here because you helped create a world where love could breathe.”

Coco (rolling dramatically onto her back again for emphasis): “Thank you for giving Mama the safety and strength to choose love boldly. And because of you, we have brothers to wrestle, cuddle, judge, and occasionally blame for things we definitely did.”

To every ally who shows up without needing a spotlight, thank you. Thank you for representing the Jesus who loved without conditions, fear, or a PR team. Thank you for knowing that our souls shimmer in every color ever created. Thank you for standing in the gap when the world gets loud, cruel, or hypocritical.

And to the conservative Christians who are more performative than biblical? Your secret life is showing. And it’s not giving Beatitudes. Our allies are out here living the gospel without needing to weaponize it. They’re out here loving us in ways that heal generational wounds. And they’re out here proving that humanity, at its best, is a rainbow. 

All three, in a furry chorus of gratitude, “Thank you for helping build the home we nap in. The love we live in. And the family we purr in.” And with that, the cats have spoken. The rainbow has shimmered. The truth has been told. The gays salute you with both hands. A fan snap. And three very grateful cats. Piper has closed her laptop. Tinkerbell has said “Amen.” Coco has knocked over another decorative cross for emphasis.

And me? I’m ending this with a fan snap. A grateful heart. And a truth that cannot be dimmed. Real allies don’t just stand with us. They help us rise. Spirit moisturized. Rainbow restored. Thanks for reading! And Happy Pride Everyone Especially Our Allies! 

Affirmation: Today, I walk in my truth, glitter, and my God‑given audacity. I am loved. Protected. And too fabulous to be bothered by anyone who still thinks ‘rainbow’ is a political statement.

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The Divine Blueprint Includes Queer People and Zero Homophobia

“If God made us in the divine image. Then queerness is not a rebellion. It’s a reflection.”

-This Puzzled Life

Light the charcoal. Sprinkle the sage. Today, we’re not just cleansing the room. We’re cleansing the ignorance. We’re diving into the science of being gay. Which is the most Southern thing ever. 

Everybody’s got an opinion. Nobody’s read the research. Half the town swears they “just know” because their cousin’s friend’s nephew once wore a sequined vest to Vacation Bible School. And trustmebro.com is their only source.

Unlike the folks who think sexual orientation is a “lifestyle choice,” we’re going straight to the biology, the hormones, the genetics, the epigenetics, and the brain science. And yes, science says queer folks aren’t broken, confused, rebellious, or possessed by a demon named Carl. We’re just built this way. Literally. Cellularly. Hormonally. Neurobiologically. Now let’s get into it.

Scientists have found that sexual orientation has genetic components. This means that some of us were coded a little extra fabulous from the jump. Research shows multiple genes contribute to sexual orientation. Sorry but it’s not a single “gay gene” that’s being held responsible. It’s a constellation of them. Think of it like a queer genetic gumbo. A little chromosome spice here. A little epigenetic roux there.

 Source: ArcGIS Story Maps overview of genetics, hormones, and neurobiology in sexual orientation 

Epigenetics is basically the universe’s way of saying, “Let me sprinkle a little glitter on these genes and see what happens.” Epigenetic markers can influence how genes express themselves. Especially those involved in sexual differentiation and attraction. These markers can be shaped by hormones, environment, and developmental timing. They don’t rewrite your DNA. They just DJ the playlist.

Source: Chapter on epigenetics and sexual orientation from UCLA researchers 

Before you ever took your first breath, your brain was marinating in a hormonal jambalaya. And those hormones? They matter a lot. Studies show that prenatal hormone exposure, especially androgens, plays a major role in shaping later sexual orientation.These hormones influence brain structures tied to attraction. And they help determine whether your brain lights up like a Christmas tree for men, women, both, or neither.

Source: Prenatal hormone theory of sexual orientation 

Neuroscience research shows differences in brain regions related to attraction, behavior, and sensory processing. These differences aren’t “defects.” They’re natural variations. They show up consistently across studies, across cultures, and across time.

Source: OpenStax Behavioral Neuroscience on sex-linked brain differences 

The most accurate scientific conclusion? Sexual orientation is shaped by genetics, hormones, brain development, and environment. It’s a complex, beautiful interplay that makes each queer person a one‑of‑a‑kind masterpiece.

Source: University Observer on genetics + environment in sexual orientation 

Here comes the cat‑powered theological commentary you didn’t know you needed but absolutely deserved. 

Your living room. Sage still smoking. Charcoal still glowing. You’re typing. And the cats have convened an emergency meeting of the Queer Science & Spirituality Committee.

Tinkerbell (Union Rep, Conspiracy Theorist): “Alright, everyone, settle down. We need to address the ongoing crisis. Conservative humans still think Bible verses are part of the genetic code.”

Piper (Chaotic Neutral Gremlin):  “Honestly, I checked the genome myself. Not a single verse. Not even a stray Corinthians. Just DNA doing its thing like it’s supposed to.”

Coco (CEO, Sunbeam High Priestess): “Yeah, but conservatives act like chromosomes come pre‑loaded with Leviticus. Like God was up there knitting embryos saying, ‘Let me just stitch in a little homophobia for flavor.’”

Tinkerbell: “Exactly. Meanwhile, real Christians, the ones with functioning empathy, are over here like, ‘Science exists. Biology is real. Love your neighbor. Stop weaponizing scripture like it’s a Nerf gun with anger issues.’”

Piper: “And let’s be clear. Bible verses are not molecules. They’re not proteins. They’re not alleles. They’re not epigenetic markers. They’re not even in the mitochondria. And that’s the drama queen of the cell.”

Coco: “Bible verses are opinions written down a long time ago that conservatives now use like emotional nunchucks.”

Tinkerbell: “Exactly. They’re not part of anyone’s genetic makeup. They’re part of someone’s political makeup.”

Piper: “And the anger? Whew. That’s not holy. That’s not righteous. That’s not divine. That’s just unresolved childhood issues marinated in Fox News.”

Coco: “Real Christians aren’t out here screaming at gay people. Real Christians are like, ‘Hey, science is cool. Love is cool. Jesus literally never said anything about queer folks. Y’all need a nap.’”

Tinkerbell: “Honestly, if conservatives want to talk about genetics, they should start with the hereditary nature of minding your own business.

Piper: “Science says gay people exist naturally.” 

Tinkerbell: “Faith says love your neighbor.” 

Coco: “Conservatives say whatever their pastor yelled last Sunday.”

And that’s the absurdity of it all. The cats have spoken. The meeting is adjourned. Snacks will be served in the kitchen.

Let’s just go ahead and say the quiet part with our whole diaphragm. If theology is correct. If we are truly made in the image of God. Then God’s image is not some beige, monotone, heterosexual stick figure with a side part and a fear of sequins. No. Absolutely not. The math ain’t mathing.

Because if queer people exist. And we do, loudly, beautifully, and biologically. Then queerness is not a glitch in the system. It’s part of the blueprint. Which means God’s image includes queer joy, queer love, queer brilliance, queer softness, queer resilience, queer creativity, and queer fabulousness. If we’re reflections of the divine? Then the divine must contain all the colors we carry. And that’s a lot of colors.

Let’s talk about the rainbow for a second. Conservatives love to act like queer folks “stold” it. As if we broke into Heaven’s craft closet and ran off with God’s Crayola box. But if God created the rainbow. And theology says God did. Then God created a symbol of diversity, beauty, and spectrum. A spectrum of light. A spectrum of identity. A spectrum of creation.

And you’re telling me the same God who painted the sky with a multicolored arc after a storm didn’t know that one day queer people would claim it as our banner? Please. God knew exactly what God was doing. The rainbow is divine foreshadowing. A cosmic wink. A holy Easter egg. A celestial “just wait, y’all.”

If God’s image includes all of humanity. Then queer people aren’t the exception. We’re the evidence. The evidence that God loves variety. The evidence that creation is not limited to one shape, one love, or one expression. The evidence that the divine is not threatened by color, complexity, or creativity.

Queer people are the parts of God’s image that sparkle. The parts that dance. The parts that refuse to shrink. The parts that remind the world that holiness isn’t about conformity. It’s about authenticity. Queer people are the divine’s flair. God’s glitter. God’s jazz hands. God’s reminder that creation is supposed to be vibrant, not beige.

Not the corporate kind. Not the “rainbow logo in June only” kind. Not the “love the sinner, hate the sin” kind. I mean the real kind. The kind who understands science. The kind who celebrates diversity. The kind who doesn’t weaponize scripture to justify fear. The kind who looks at queer people and says, “Yes. I made you. And I made you on purpose.”

If we’re made in God’s image. Then God’s image includes every queer soul who has ever existed in past, present, and future. Which means God is not just a Pride ally. God is the original Pride ally.

The first one to paint the sky in rainbow. The first one to celebrate diversity. The first one to say, “Let there be light.” And then break that light into a spectrum.

The next time someone says, “Being gay is a choice.” Smile sweetly. Bless their heart. And say, “The only choice I made today was whether to wear the boots or the heels. My sexual orientation was assembled in the womb like a limited‑edition collector’s item.” Let the science do the talking. Being gay isn’t a phase, a fad, or a political statement. It’s biology. And biology don’t lie.

So here we are. Charcoal glowing like an altar to common sense. Sage swirling like ancestral Wi‑Fi. And the cats still muttering about conservatives trying to splice Leviticus into the double helix like it’s a DIY craft project.

The science is clear. The biology is clear. The genetics, the hormones, the brain structures are all clear. The only thing foggy is the worldview of people who think sexual orientation is a rebellious phase. But their own anger is a divine calling.

Bible verses are not molecules. They are not nucleotides. They are not tucked between adenine and thymine like a passive‑aggressive Post‑it from God. They’re words. Words that can heal or harm depending on who’s holding them. And conservatives have been swinging them around like rusty machetes. And trying to carve their fear into other people’s lives.

But the real Christians. The ones who actually read the parts about compassion, humility, and minding your own business, they just know better. They know science isn’t the enemy. They know biology isn’t propaganda. They know Jesus didn’t come down here to micromanage who anyone loves. Real Christians don’t need queer people to shrink so they can feel tall. They don’t need to weaponize scripture to justify their discomfort. They don’t need to pretend their prejudice is holy.

They understand something conservatives keep tripping over. Faith and science are not rivals. They are two different languages describing the same universe. One is poetic. One is empirical. And both are pointing toward truth.

And the truth is this. Queer people exist because nature made us. Biology shaped us. And diversity is the signature of life itself. We are not mistakes. We are not warnings. We are not tests of anyone’s faith. We are living, breathing evidence that creation loves variety.

Bless the room. Bless the science. Bless the ancestors. Bless the queer babies still figuring out their shine. And to anyone still clinging to ignorance like it’s a family heirloom, may your heart soften. Your mind open. And your Bible fall open to literally any page that isn’t being used as a weapon. The science is settled. The spirit is settled. And the cats are settled. And the only unsettled thing left is the people who can’t handle the truth that queerness is natural, holy, and here to stay. Thanks for reading! Happy Pride Yall!

Affirmation: I am a radiant, intentional part of creation. My identity is not a mistake, phase, or a debate. It is a divine color in the spectrum of existence. And I shine without apology.

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Glitter, Gays, and Good Weed: The Ultimate Pride Strain Lineup 

“If God didn’t want me to be this gay and this high, he wouldn’t have invented glitter or hybrids.”

-This Puzzled Life

 Light the charcoal. Sprinkle the glitter. And hydrate your inner diva. Pride Month is coming in hot. If you think I’m marching through a parade. Dodging microaggressions. Dancing on asphalt. And flirting with strangers named “Starfox” without the proper cannabis support system, you are out of your rainbow‑bedazzled mind.

We’re talking strains that uplift, energize, and moisturize the soul. And they keep you from cussing out the man wearing a “Straight Pride” shirt ironically. So, grab your fan, sunscreen, rhinestone koozie, and your emotional support joint. Let’s get into the Top Cannabis Strains for Gay Pride. It is being curated by your favorite Southern‑chaotic budtender who knows the difference between “high” and “spiritually elevated.” And has enough Southern gay energy to make the ancestors ask for a hit.

This is the kind of menu you’d find taped to the wall at a Mississippi back‑porch drag brunch. Where the preacher’s wife is pretending she “didn’t know” it was Pride weekend.

1. SUGAR PUSS (Cheetah Piss × Bakers Dozen)

Category: The Glitter‑Coated Crowd Pleaser 

Flavor Notes: Citrus sparkle, sweet pine, floral sass 

Effects: Giggly, uplifted, moisturized in the soul. 

Southern‑Gay Vibe: This is the strain that shows up to Pride wearing a sequined romper and a monogrammed flask. She’s loud, sweet, and will absolutely flirt with your mama.

2. RAINBOW BELTS (Zkittlez × Moonbow)

Category: The Fruit Snack of Queer Joy 

Flavor Notes: Tangy candy, nostalgia, fruity chaos 

Effects: Balanced, chatty, socially hydrated 

Southern‑Gay Vibe: This one tastes like the candy your cousin Trey hid in his sock drawer next to his “perfectly straight” fashion magazines. A Pride classic.

3. PINK ROZAY(Lemonchello #10 × London) Pound Cake #75)

Category: Soft Femme Icon 

Flavor Notes: Floral, berry, bougie 

Effects: Warm, glowing, emotionally expensive

Southern‑Gay Vibe: Pink Rozay is the girl who shows up to the parade in a pastel mesh top smelling like generational healing and Bath & Body Works “Champagne Toast.”

4. GELATO 41 (Sunset Sherbet × Thin Mint Girl Scout Cookies)

Category: Chill Masc Bestie 

Flavor Notes: Sweet cream, earthy calm 

Effects: Relaxed but functional, supportive 

Southern‑Gay Vibe: Gelato 41 is the friend who holds your purse, your fan, and your dignity while you dance on a float you were not invited onto.

5. LEMON CHERRY GELATO (Sunset Sherbet × Girl Scout Cookies × an unknown lemon‑leaning cultivar)

Category: Loud, Proud, Fruit‑Forward Diva 

Flavor Notes: Bright citrus, cherry pop, fruity drama 

Effects: Euphoric, witty, ready to read 

Southern‑Gay Vibe: This strain is a drag queen with pyrotechnics. She’s fruity, she’s bold, and she will absolutely yell “Woo Girl” before you’re ready.

6. DURBAN POISON

* Pure African Landrace Sativa No parent strains. No hybridization. No backcrossing. Just nature + time + regional adaptation.*

Category: The Energized Parade Athlete 

Flavor Notes: Pine, spice, clean energy 

Effects: Focused, energized, ready for cardio

Southern‑Gay Vibe: This is the “I can walk six miles in platform boots and still make it to the after‑party” strain. Godspeed.

7. BLUE DREAM (Blueberry × Haze)

Category: Soft Masc Daydream 

Flavor Notes: Berry haze, sweet calm 

Effects: Floaty, loving, creative 

Southern‑Gay Vibe: Blue Dream is the emotional support water bottle of weed. Reliable, soothing, and always invited to the cookout.

May your joints be smooth. And your glitter be biodegradable. Prepare your soul for the rainbow‑drenched chaos ahead. Pride isn’t just a celebration. It’s a full‑body spiritual experience. These strains are here to keep you lifted, hydrated, and protected from bad vibes, exes, and anyone who says, “I don’t really watch drag.”

If God didn’t want me to be this gay and this high, he wouldn’t have invented glitter or hybrids.” Smoke responsibly. Laugh loudly. Love boldly. And may your Pride be as high as your standards and as colorful as your grinder. Thanks for reading! Happy Pride! And keep blazin.’

Affirmation: I am a radiant, rainbow‑drenched miracle with lungs strong enough to praise, protest, and puff without smudging my lip gloss.

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Glitter, Grace, Gay Rage, and the Feelings Police

“If catching gay were possible, I’d have turned half this town by now just by standing near the produce section.”

-Unknown

Light the charcoal. Sprinkle the glitter. Negative energy go away. It’s Pride 2026! And I just got a text from my red hat relative that said, “Praying for you during this difficult season of rainbow confusion.” Ma’am, the only confusion here is why you think Jesus would skip the parade. My neighbor just taped a sign to my mailbox that says, “We don’t hate you. We just hate your lifestyle.” Ma’am, the only lifestyle I’m living is hydrated, moisturized, and unbothered. Something your church potluck potato salad could never relate to.

Welcome back to This Puzzled Life, where the cats are dramatic. The snacks are questionable. And the Pride decorations mysteriously disappeared after my neighbor’s Bible study group “accidentally” parked in my yard. This year’s Pride theme? “Glitter, Grace, and Gay Rage.” And yes, the cats have thoughts.

Meanwhile, my cats are already in the living room holding a strategy meeting about which Pride float they plan to hijack. The engines roared. The asphalt trembled. And the red‑hat brigade clutched their pearls like they were auditioning for a Victorian fainting couch.

Tinkerbell: “That sound is freedom, Brenda.”

Piper: “I tried to hop on a Harley. They said no. I said ‘cowards.’”

Coco: “They look like they could fix a carburetor and my self-esteem.”

The queens rolled by on a float shaped like a giant glitter‑encrusted Bible with a banner that read, “JESUS SAID LOVE EVERYBODY. Y’ALL JUST CAN’T READ.” My red hat wearing uncle gasped so hard he almost inhaled a sequin.

Coco: “Finally, someone with the confidence I deserve.”

Piper: “I asked one queen to adopt me. She said she already had three cats. I said ‘same.’”

And right as a queen in a rhinestone robe blew a kiss to a group of teenagers, one of the red‑hat ladies muttered, “This is how they turn kids gay.”

Me: “Sweetheart, if you could catch gay from a drag queen reading a book, half the South would’ve come out during library story hour.”

Piper: “Honestly, that would’ve solved a lot of problems.”

Coco: “Imagine thinking literacy is contagious but kindness isn’t. And calling other people “woke” while your leader is basically a tangerine influencer with two boyfriends.”

Tinkerbell: “Bless her heart. And by bless, I mean educate.”

Next, were the beautiful furries that lighten the mood. A neon wolf handed me a sticker that said, “You’re valid, babe.” A sparkly fox tried to pet Piper. Piper hissed. The fox hissed back. Mutual respect was achieved.

Tinkerbell: “They are kind, gentle creatures. Unlike the family values feelings police.”

Then came the leather community walking in polished boots, harnesses, vests, and enough confidence to power the entire parade without electricity. The conservative Christian red‑hat brigade froze like someone had unplugged their programming. One leather daddy walked past holding a sign that said, “CONSENT IS HOLY.”

Coco: “I like them. They mind their business and moisturize.”

Piper: “One of them winked at me. I don’t know what it meant. But I felt powerful.”

Tinkerbell: “They have better manners than half the people at your family reunion.”

Meanwhile, one red‑hat lady whispered, “This is inappropriate for children.” Ma’am, your child just watched a wolf hand out emotional support stickers. They’re fine. One of the red hats approached me and said, “We’re here to defend traditional families.”

Me: “Sweetheart, my family includes three cats, a vape pen, and a group chat called ‘Queer & Petty.’ We’re thriving.”

Coco: “She asked if I was saved. I said I was spayed.”

Piper: “I offered her a rainbow sticker. She recoiled like I was handing her a tax increase.”

Tinkerbell: “She tried to quote Leviticus. I countered with RuPaul. She had no defense.”

And then the girls decided about the importance of being happy in life. Here are their responses.

Piper: “I want lasers, snacks, and a fog machine that smells like lavender.”

Coco: “I want a float that plays Beyoncé and throws shade.”

Tinkerbell: “I want a float that offers hydration, affirmation, and a safe space for questioning squirrels.”

Just when the parade felt like it couldn’t get any more radiant, the Trans Joy Float rolled in. It was a shimmering, sky‑blue and cotton‑candy‑pink cloud of pure euphoria. The float glowed like someone had bottled sunrise and set it loose on wheels. Silk flags rippled in the air. Bubbles drifted like blessings. And a banner stretched across the top reading, “TRANS IS BEAUTIFUL. TRANS IS HOLY. TRANS IS HOME.”

The crowd erupted. They shouted cheers, tears, and hands over hearts. And our trans community seems to be the personal scapegoat of the red hat leader in our country this year. Even the furries paused their chaotic frolicking to clap.

Piper: “I want to live on that float. They have snacks and good lighting.”

Coco: “Those outfits are immaculate. I respect a community that commits to a color palette.”

Tinkerbell: “This is what liberation looks like. It’s soft, fierce, and unapologetically alive.”

A group of trans elders stood at the front, waving like royalty. Behind them, trans teens danced with the kind of joy that makes the air feel lighter. And in the very back, a trans man in a sparkly binder held a sign that said, “I survived. I’m thriving. Keep up.”

The red‑hat brigade tried to look away, but the float was too bright, beautiful, and full of life to ignore. One of them muttered, “This is confusing.”

Me: “Sweetheart, compassion isn’t confusing. You just haven’t tried it yet.”

Tinkerbell: “Bless her heart. And by bless, I mean educate.”

So, sprinkle the glitter. And tell your neighbor that Jesus fed people without asking for a lifestyle audit. Pride isn’t a phase, a parade, or a “difficult season of rainbow confusion.” It’s a declaration. A reclamation. It’s a glitter‑coated refusal to shrink that fills in the cracks of oppression. It’s Dykes on Bikes shaking the pavement. Drag queens blessing the crowd like queer clergy. Furries handing out emotional support stickers. The leather community teaching consent. And that’s better than half the churches in this zip code. And, finally, it’s the red‑hat feelings police losing theological debates to a cat in rainbow sunglasses. It’s my family that is chosen, furry, chaotic, and unbothered.

Piper: “If they don’t like it, they can look away. I’m queer, chaotic, and emotionally unavailable. Happy Pride.”

Coco: “Piper you are not gay. I’m not either. But I am petty. And that counts. But if they look away, I’ll make them look back.”

Tinkerbell: “Child, Pride is holy. Act like you know.”

And me? I’m hydrated. I’m moisturized. I’m queerly fortified. And I’m done explaining myself to people who think glitter is a threat. This is Pride 2026. This is my life. This is my family. And it’s me standing here in full queer glory. And watching people scream about “wokeness”, while their own orange‑tinted leader wears a full face of makeup. Which reportedly, he swoons over someone named Bubba. And keeps a communist‑flavored second daddy on speed dial. But somehow I’m the one who threatens traditional values. And if that offends you? Take it up with Jesus. He’s at the parade. Thanks for reading! Happy Pride!

Affirmation: I am unbothered. Uncloseted. And untouchable. I’m too hydrated for hate. And too holy for homophobia.

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He Is Risen. And So Is My Blood Pressure Watching Christians Misquote Scripture Again

“If Jesus didn’t need help rising from the dead, He definitely doesn’t need help judging His children.”

-This Puzzled Life

 Let the ancestors lean in. And the nonsense scatter like roaches when the kitchen light flips on. I’m clearing the air. Clearing my spirit. And clearing out anybody who came in here with judgmental energy, weaponized scripture, or a Facebook theology degree. Today we’re telling the truth with love, humor, and just enough Southern heat to make the devil fan himself.

Every year, Easter rolls around and suddenly half the conservative Christians in the South start acting like they’ve been personally hired by Jesus HR to conduct performance reviews on the entire population. They show up to church in pastel outfits so loud they could blind a deacon armed with judgment, casserole, and a Bible verse they skimmed once during Vacation Bible School in 1994.

Meanwhile, Jesus is over here like, “I rose from the dead to bring hope and liberation. Not to watch y’all turn my message into a neighborhood watch program for people who don’t look, love, or live like you.” But bless their hearts. They really believe Easter is about policing everyone else’s salvation. Like Jesus outsourced His job to a committee of pearl‑clutchers with Wi‑Fi.

Easter is supposed to be the celebration of renewal, liberation, and radical compassion. He was a man who literally washed feet. Fed strangers. And hung out with the outcasts. And provided a message of hope for the poor, the hungry, the immigrant, the traumatized, the eccentric, the ethnically diverse, and the folks society shoved to the margins.

Jesus was the original “bring everybody to the table” host. He didn’t ask for dress codes, doctrinal purity, or a background check. He said, “Come as you are.” And meant it. Not “Come as you are, unless Brenda doesn’t approve of your haircut.”

Somewhere along the way, though, a whole crowd of folks decided Jesus needed personal judges. A volunteer morality police. A neighborhood watch for rainbow flags. A holiness HOA. A spiritual TSA checkpoint. And they signed up like it was a Black Friday sale.

They twist His words like balloon animals. Weaponize scripture like it’s a Nerf gun. And act like Jesus is running a multi‑level marketing scheme where the top sellers get a crown and a parking spot in heaven. They weaponize His teachings against LGBTQIA+ folks, immigrants, people of color, the poor, or anyone who doesn’t fit their “approved” mold.

And then they have the audacity, the sheer sanctified audacity, to say they’re doing it “in Jesus’ name.” Jesus didn’t ask for helpers. He didn’t post a job listing for “Assistant Judge. An unpaid internship where you must hate fun.” If anything, he said the opposite such as, “Sit down. Be humble. Love people. And stop acting like you’re the CEO of Heaven’s HR department.”

Let’s talk about the rainbow for a second. Conservative Christians love to act like the rainbow was stolen, borrowed, or misused by queer folks. Jesus made the rainbow. The gays just accessorized it better. And queer folks are honoring the original design with more creativity, joy, and community than the people who claim ownership of it. If Jesus didn’t want the rainbow to be a symbol of diversity, unity, and hope, he wouldn’t have made it look like the world’s happiest flag.

Jesus was pro‑poor, pro‑immigrant, pro‑outcast, pro‑community, pro‑healing, pro‑inclusion, and pro‑“stop being hateful and go feed somebody.” He was the original DEI ( Diversity, Equity, Inclusion) department. Long before corporate America slapped it on a PowerPoint slide. He didn’t need a committee. He didn’t need a board vote. He didn’t need a church newsletter. He just did the work.

Christians love to toss around the phrase “hate the sin, love the sinner” like it fell straight out of Jesus’ mouth and onto a Hobby Lobby wall sign. But it did not. That line is nowhere in the Bible. Not in Genesis. Not in Psalms. Not in Leviticus. And not even hidden in the fine print of Revelation. The idea is loosely connected to Christian teachings. Sure. The actual phrase traces back to St. Augustine of Hippo in 424 AD. And it didn’t get its modern glow‑up until Mahatma Gandhi repeated a version of it centuries later. So, if folks want to use it, fine. But let’s stop pretending it’s scripture when it’s clearly not. As one source puts it, the exact phrase simply isn’t in the Bible (Catholic.com, 2026). In other words, quit assigning Jesus quotes he never said. Especially when they’re being used as a permission slip for judgment.

This Easter, let’s remember what actually happened. A brown, Middle‑Eastern, homeless, anti‑authoritarian healer rose from the dead to liberate humanity. Not to give conservative Christians a seasonal excuse to cosplay as Heaven’s security guards. Easter is about resurrection. Not regulation. Liberation. Not legislation. Compassion. Not condemnation.

If Jesus wanted personal judges, he would’ve hired them. Instead, he told everybody to love their neighbor and mind their business. Let’s celebrate Easter the way Jesus intended. With open arms, hearts, tables, and absolutely no volunteer applications for Assistant Judge of the Universe. He’s got that job covered. And the rainbow says the gays are doing just fine. Thanks for reading! Stay spiritually focus instead of judgmental.

Affirmation: I walk in the kind of love, compassion, and radical inclusion Jesus actually taught. Not the edited, fear‑based version some folks try to pass off as scripture.

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LGBTQ+ And Suicide

“Our country is grappling with a youth mental health crisis, and it is particularly pronounced for LGBTQ+ youth.”

-Ronita Nath

 Light the charcoal. Sprinkle the sage. Negative energy, go away. Today, keeping in line with the topic of suicide, I want to discuss suicide in the LGBTQ+ community. 

The prevalence of suicide in the LGBTQ+ community is nothing new. The risk for suicide attempts and suicidal ideation can be 3 to 6 times greater for lesbian, gay and bisexual adults according to the National Institutes of Health. But there are also other statistics to keep in mind.

In 2024, 39% of LGBTQ+ youth considered attempting suicide according to The Trevor Project’s national survey. 1 in 10 of LGBTQ+ youth attempted suicide in the past year. And LGBTQ+ youth are more than four times likely to attempt compared to heterosexual youth. I can tell you that personally, I’ve been suicidal many times because of rejection from my family as a lesbian woman.

Transgender and Nonbinary identified individuals are at an even higher rate of suicide. And almost half seriously considered suicide in the past year. In 2022, 80% of transgender people had considered suicide and 40% had attempted. These statistics while staggering are not surprising. These demographic struggles are way more than they should be with little compassion from society.

Bisexual identified individuals are 1.5 times more likely to report thoughts and attempts compared to gay and lesbian individuals. And 2.98 times more likely to have  a suicide-related event compared to heterosexuals according to a 2022 study. And  the LGBTQ+ youth of color report higher rates of suicidal ideation and attempts compared to white peers (www.therevorproject.org, 2025). And there are several contributing factors such as:

·        Discrimination and Prejudice:discrimination, harassment and violence due to sexual orientation or gender identity increases the risk of suicide.

·        Lack of Support Systems: Limited social support from family, peers and community exacerbates the mental health challenges. 

·        Mental Health Disparities: LGBTQ+ individuals are more likely to experience depression and may face barriers to accessing mental health services (https://mhanational.org, 2025).

For someone who is a member of the LGBTQ+ community, I can tell you that I’ve considered suicide many times. The rejection from family and friends are sometimes more than I can bare. And having worked with someone in therapy many years ago, who was not sensitive to the needs of someone in these communities, there was little progress made. Mainly, because I couldn’t trust her. And she was extremely judgmental.

Since collaborating with coach for almost a decade, I can tell you that I have been able to fully accept the fact that I’m gay, despite my family’s disapproval. And then the religious communities also seem to greet us with bible verses telling how many ways we are going to hell. We all know that “choosing” to be gay is such an easier way of life. There the secret is out. 

With the current political administration taking away the rights and freedoms that the Stonewall riots stood against, and the lack of funding for suicide hotlines for LGBTQ+ youth, these rates will only climb. Our families, friends, churches, and government should be ashamed of standing by people who are ok with the policies set in place. We are the same as we ever were. We just wear rainbows now. 

There are those beautiful allies out there who remain the strength and backbone of our continual fight for equality. We are youth, parents, aunts, uncles, cousins, husband, and wives who just want to be recognized as equals in the eyes of the law. But where reputations and political agendas are from the far right, we must be even more solidified as a community. If someone is for rights with some and not others, I have no room for them in my life. But it’s taken me years to come to this conclusion. 

Is it lonely? At times, yes. However, I want people in my life who not only support me but also my friends. The suicide hotline is something that our community not only wants but needs. Many of us have non-supporting families and mine is no different. But I do have a place to live currently. But that does not constitute me putting up with homophobia or fragile masculinity and femininity.

The very few “true” friends I have, understand that being gay is not a “choice.” It’s who I am. And if that’s too much for someone to manage, that’s just too damn bad. To my fellow allies and community members, keep up the good fight. We must take up the original Pride flag are carry on. I love our colors. And I’m proud to call myself a member of the LGBTQ+ community.

Keep smiling. Keep shining. Knowing you can always count on me, for sure. That’s what friends are for. We are seen. And we are heard. And….WE ARE FABULOUS! Thanks for reading. Take what you can use and leave the rest.

Affirmation: I am proud of myself and will continue to strive to do well.

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We Love Our Allies

“An ally is someone who stands up even when they feel they can’t.”

-Unknown

Light the charcoal. Sprinkle the sage. Negative energy go away. As Pride month begins to wrap up, I want to talk to you about a group of people that many of us LGBTQ+ people draw strength from. It’s our allies! This group of people are usually straight. But they stand up for different issues within the gay community that continually marginalize us. They are voices that stand up and say, “I’m straight. But your discrimination and hate is wrong.”

Our allies who are sometimes known as “fruit flies,” bring strength to our battles with equality. And they also love us for who we are versus many of our families who love us for “who they want us to be.” I will be the first to say that there are zero gay affirming people in my family. No matter who agrees or doesn’t agree, the gay person is here to stay. And I gladly wear the title of the “rainbow sheep” in the family.

There are those still who say, “We love you for who you are.” But they stand against equality and continue with their homophobic or transphobic comments. That, my friends, is not an ally. You just know someone who is gay. You cannot say that you’re ok with me being a lesbian and then speak out about how my transgender friends are wrong or abnormal. That’s hypocritical. You don’t have to be gay or trans to be active and say, “Equality should be for all and not just one gender or sexual orientation.”

Our transgender brothers and sisters need our support in the fight for their rights to be who and what they want to be. To be able to fight for our country on the frontlines for freedom. And to be able to use any damn toilet that matches the gender in which they identify. They do not want to harm you or your children. Individuals who have or are transitioning do not want to rip your genitalia off or steal whatever small amount of virginity you may have left. They simply want to empty their bladder and bowels.

 I had a friend that I had a close relationship with one time. But when I came out to her, our friendship ended. That is what I call a conditional friend. As long as I was who they wanted me to be everything was ok. But when I told them who I really was, that was not acceptable. It is truly their problem and not mine. That is not an ally. That is an asshole. I know they both start with the letter “A,” and it can be confusing to some.

People have a misconception that anyone under the LGBTQ+ umbrella has an insatiable sexual appetite. And that we are lurking around to force straight people into gay submission. If I know that someone is straight, I will not cross the line by trying to seduce them. It’s call mutual respect. I know that there are creepy people that do that and are ok with that. I would simply call “bullshit” and tell them that it’s very disrespectful. But I know even more straight people who want to pound the gay out of us. It would be like someone forcing me to be straight. And I barf in my mouth just a little at the thought of ever having to pretend that I’m straight again. If someone who is gay comes on to you, simply tell them that you’re straight. Most of the time that is respected. And sometimes is just a faulty “GAYDAR.”

As a lesbian, the misconception that we want to run in and turn straight women gay is an absolutely ridiculous argument. And this is where our allies come into play. They not only love us for our authenticity, but they are also on the front lines of the pride banner to speak up against hate even when we are not around. Allies are another source of strength that can only be found within them. And for this, I am eternally grateful. Beautiful friendships and family relationships can be mended by being an ally.

In my family there are those who when discussing someone who is gay, they spell it. Like “Yea, I collaborate with this guy, and he is G-A-Y!” Let me help put your minds at ease, “You cannot catch the gay from saying someone is gay.”  So, making the statement, “I love you because you’re my child or my family member.” Then to counter with, “Hate the sin, love the sinner” asserts that you hold yourself to a higher level because you know God better than he knows himself. When God actually spoke about loving everyone. And that no one deserves his love any more than the other. Jesus preached about equality and inclusion, not discrimination and hate. And from what I’ve seen in my life, there’s a lot of “cherry picking” of the Bible to satisfy an argument. God’s people are taught to spread his love. But some of them are the very ones who close the church doors when the gay people arrive. And if you are let in there is no shortage of stares and whispers.

If there was ever a group of people who I give the utmost respect, it would be our allies. I have always been one to stand up for the underdog in most situations. And I can promise you that it doesn’t always make me popular in a good way. So, for a “straight ally” to stand up for me and others, you will always be considered members of my Pride family.

A lot of us LGBTQ+ individuals create families among others, because our families are simply too rich in bigotry and self-righteousness to be considered a “safe place” that nurtures love and growth in a relationship. And I live in a “hotspot” of the country that has a lot of judgement and ignorance. They have simply become a wounding vessel and a very rigid group of people that do not deserve the time nor the energy to continue relationships with them. So, we form close ties and bonds with our allies instead.

I have used this phrase many times and it stems from my own family when I say, “If nothing changes, then nothing changes.”  I have to hold my head high, turn around and walk away like a boss. And I walk right over to my ally’s house where love and acceptance isn’t only spoken, it’s shown. You can love me and stand up for our rights as we do. But you cannot say that you love me and think that neither I nor my friends are entitled to the same rights you have. I absolutely will NOT be a part of that in any way.

Thank you so many allies for everything that you do that we never know about. And thank you for showing us what the love of Christ is all about. Homophobes, transphobes, and the self-righteous thank you for showing me who I never want to be. As always, take what you can use and leave the rest. Keep smiling. Happy Pride Everyone!

Affirmation: I will not shrink myself for the comfort of others.

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