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A Prayer So Wild Even the Angels Clocked Out Early

“Some prayers lift the spirit. Others just lift the eyebrows.”

-This Puzzled Life

Light the charcoal. Sprinkle the sage. Hide your children, your casseroles, and your common sense. Because what I witnessed at that unfortunate local Mississippi event wasn’t a prayer. It was a theological Nascar crash. And every angel in heaven refused to file the insurance claim.

Picture it. A field full of red hats bobbing like a colony of patriotic mushrooms. The air thick with humidity, Axe body spray, and generational resentment. A folding table sagging under the weight of mayonnaise‑based salads. And a speaker system held together with duct tape and denial.

Then he stepped forward. The Chosen One of the Red‑Hat Prayer Circle. A man built like a refrigerator with opinions. A man whose shirt had more eagles than the actual sky. A man who looked like he’d been baptized in Monster Energy. He grabbed the microphone like he was about to drop a mixtape called “Gospel of the Grievance.” 

He clears his throat like he’s about to summon the Holy Ghost, the founding fathers, and the HOA board all at once. And then. Lord help us. He opened his mouth.

What came out was not a prayer. It was not a blessing. It was not even a coherent sentence structure. It was a spiritual Yelp review written by a man who thinks the Holy Trinity is God, Country, and Bathroom Legislation. Then he begins The Prayer. The one that made the angels file HR complaints.

“Heavenly Father. We come before you today under this blessed Mississippi sun. Which you made hotter every year to punish the radical left for their wickedness.

Lord, we know that every single problem in this world can be traced back to them. The hurricanes? The liberals. The price of eggs? The liberals. My gout flaring up last Tuesday? Father God, that was the liberals too.

And Lord, we thank you that our sins don’t count. Because we carry the “Jesus Warranty.” We swipe it like a rewards card. We sin. We repent. We sin again. And you just keep stamping that little heavenly punch card. But the liberals, Lord? Unforgivable. They are the real ones on the predatory registry. Not all the republicans. But that’s none of my business, Father.

Lord, we thank You that here in Mississippi, we stay focused on the things that matter most like genitals, bathrooms, and our loyal governor who kneels so faithfully before the Orange Messiah. He bends the knee so hard, Lord, he’s got calluses shaped like patriotism.

Father, we lift up the windmills to you. Those demonic pinwheels of destruction. They’re out there slaughtering birds. Driving whales insane. And screaming so loud they give people cancer. Lord, we know the whales are acting up because they can’t handle the noise. They’re liberals at heart, Father. Sensitive. Emotional. Always protesting something.

And Lord, we rebuke the immigrants who are coming here to eat our dogs and cats. We know this because someone’s cousin’s neighbor’s Facebook post said so. And that’s good enough for us.

Father, protect us from the left trying to make everyone gay and transgender. They’re out here handing out pronouns like coupons. Even though they say that pronouns are in the English language. And that’s also a hoax. Next thing you know, my truck’s gonna identify as a Prius.

Lord, we thank you for the brave idea of firing nuclear weapons into hurricanes. We know it would’ve worked if the deep state hadn’t interfered. We thank you for the tariffs on penguins, Father. The money is pouring in. We don’t know where from. But it’s pouring in.

We thank you for answering our prayer about gasoline. It’s the lowest it’s ever been. Even though the sign says otherwise. But we don’t read numbers. Lord numbers are liberal. We thank you for the funds for the Pedophile Patio at the White House. We don’t know what it is. But the liberals said it’s bad. So, it must really be good. And that’s enough for us.

Lord, we ask You to bless our crosses. Which absolve us of all wrongdoing. We wear them proudly, Father, even when we’re screaming at cashiers or crashing Grindr. Not that we’ve ever crashed Grindr. That was the liberals.

And Father, we rebuke the rumors about ladybugs we may or may not have contracted from Lindsey “Lady” Graham. We don’t have them. We’ve never had them. We don’t think. That’s the liberals’ fault too. Lord, we pray for this nation. We pray for our bathrooms. We pray for our genitals. We pray for our Orange Messiah. And we pray that you continue to forgive us instantly while holding everyone else accountable forever. In your holy, conservative, red‑hat‑approved name we pray. Amen.”

As the final “Amen” echoed across the field. Bounced off the port‑a‑potties. Ricocheting through the humidity. And startling at least three confused squirrels. I realized something profound. This wasn’t a prayer. This was a confession disguised as patriotism. A spiritual tantrum. A theological meltdown. A holy‑ghost‑free revival sponsored by conspiracy theories and lukewarm potato salad.

The red‑hat faithful walked away feeling forgiven. Justified. And spiritually moisturized. Not because they’d repented. But because they’d shouted loudly enough to drown out their own guilt. Meanwhile, the rest of us stood there blinking like we’d just witnessed a raccoon steal a wedding cake.

If delusion had a megachurch, this prayer would’ve been the keynote speaker. If hypocrisy had a hymn book, this prayer would’ve been track one. If nonsense had a national anthem, this prayer would’ve been sung at every football game.

And here’s my final word. May we all be delivered from prayers that sound like Facebook comments. May our humor stay sharp. Our queerness stay loud. And our spirits stay unbothered. And may the next local event have better food, better theology, and fewer polyester hats. Thanks for reading! And thank you for your attention to this matter. Praise Be To Allah!

  Affirmation: I stand rooted in truth, humor, and queer resilience. No amount of red‑hat chaos can shake my spirit or dim my brilliance.

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The Gospel of Dolly Parton: Kindness, Glitter, and Generational Healing

“Find out who you are and do it on purpose.” 

-Dolly Parton

Light the charcoal. Pull up a chair. And let’s call the ancestors. Today, we’re about to talk about a woman whose legacy smells like warm biscuits, rhinestones, and generational healing. Dolly Parton wasn’t just a country singer. She was a walking love letter to humanity. A Southern phoenix who rose from the Smoky Mountains with a voice full of honey and a heart full of fire. And Lord, did she use that fire to light the way for all of us.

When we speak Dolly Parton’s name, we’re not just telling a story. We’re summoning a legacy stitched into the bones of the South, the nation, and every child who ever held a book and felt their world crack open with possibility.

Dolly wasn’t just a singer. She was a healer. A mountain-born miracle. A Southern woman who took her own childhood that was poor, barefoot, brilliant, and turned it into a mission to make sure no child, anywhere, ever felt small because of their circumstances.

She carried the Smoky Mountains in her voice. It was the sass of every Southern auntie who ever said, “Bless your heart. But fix your life.” And the tenderness of a mama who knows what it means to struggle and still show up with love. And when it came to children, Dolly didn’t play. She built an empire of hope one book, one song, one act of kindness at a time.

10 Things Dolly Did for All Communities (Especially the Ones Society Overlooked)

  • She created the Imagination Library, sendingover 200 million free books to children in rural, urban, poor, wealthy, Black, white, immigrant, Indigenous, disabled, LGBTQ+ families, and everyone. Dolly said literacy wasn’t a privilege. It was a birthright.
  • She made sure those books were culturally inclusive. They featured stories with diverse characters, languages, and experiences so every child could see themselves reflected in the pages.
  • She funded vaccine research by helping save lives during a global crisis without needing applause or credit.
  • She uplifted LGBTQ+ communities by loving loudly. Defending boldly. And showing up long before it was “safe” or trendy.
  • She championed women’s empowerment by proving you can be glamorous, soft, and still run an empire with steel in your spine.
  • She protected Appalachian culture by honoring the stories, music, and people who shaped her. And making sure the world respected them too.
  • She donated millions to disaster relief, especially in overlooked Southern and rural communities that often get left behind.
  • She built Dollywood, creating thousands of jobs and economic stability for families who needed hope and opportunity.
  • She supported literacy and education beyond books, funding scholarships, schools, and programs for children who grew up like she did full of potential but lacking resources.
  • She modeled radical kindness, showing the world that compassion is not weakness. It’s world-changing power.

Dolly didn’t just give books. She gave children a future. She gave parents hope. She gave communities pride. She gave generations a chance to dream bigger than their circumstances.

Dolly Parton walked through this world like a rhinestone-wrapped blessing. She didn’t ask permission to shine. She just did. And she made sure everyone around her felt the warmth of that glow. She was the kind of woman who could take her own childhood poverty and turn it into a global literacy movement. Who could take her pain and turn it into poetry. Who could take her sass and turn it into strength.

She taught us that kindness is a revolution. She taught us that generosity is a legacy. She taught us that beauty is not about perfection. It’s about authenticity. She taught us that you can be underestimated your whole life and still outwork, out love, and outshine every last person who doubted you. She didn’t just leave behind songs. She left behind libraries. She left behind hope. She left behind a blueprint for how to live with grace, humor, and unapologetic sparkle.

So, light the charcoal. Let the ancestors hum. Let the mountains echo her name. Because Dolly Parton didn’t just change country music. She didn’t just change philanthropy. She didn’t just change the South. She changed humanity one child, one book, one act of love at a time. Mic dropped. Sequins scattered. Legacy eternal.

Affirmation: I shine boldly. Give generously. And build a legacy of love just like Dolly taught me.

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Why Does The Gay Community Keeps Getting Treated Like The Federal Government’s Emotional Support Scapegoat?

“If drag queens were dangerous, the Pentagon would’ve hired them already.”

-This Puzzled Life

Light the Charcoal. Sprinkle the Sage. This is a queer survival sermon for a country that keeps missing the point. And also, a sermon for the people in the back. But first we need to spiritually fumigate the room. The hypocrisy is thick. The contradictions are bold. And the political theater is so dramatic it deserves its own theme song.

Let the smoke rise like a Southern mama’s eyebrow when she hears someone say, “I’m not homophobic, but…” The “but” is always where the foolishness lives. And if the government spent half as much time fixing real problems as they do trying to regulate drag queens, pronouns, and who gets to pee where, this country would have free healthcare, affordable housing, a postal system that doesn’t lose your packages, and potholes filled with ethically sourced glitter.

But no. Instead, they’re out here acting like LGBTQIA+ people are a glitter‑powered militia plotting to overthrow the Republic with brunch menus and Beyoncé remixes. If queer people had that kind of power, the Capitol would’ve been redecorated in jewel tones and mood lighting decades ago.

Reason #1: We’re too fabulous to regulate

Bureaucracy loves order. It loves forms. It loves rules like “sign here, here, here, and also initial your soul.”But queer people? We show up like, “gender is more interesting than your filing cabinet.”, “no, I will not shrink myself to make you comfortable.” And “yes, this outfit is a political statement.” Trans folks especially break every boring little box the government tries to stuff people into. And nothing terrifies a bureaucracy more than a human being who refuses to be reduced to a checkbox.

Reason #2: Trans people expose the government’s worst fear. That identity is personal, not regulated

Trans people walk around every day proving that identity is self‑determined. Autonomy is real. Bodily freedom is non‑negotiable. And gender is not a federal highway with only two exits. That level of self‑possession shakes the table harder than a Pentecostal praise break.

Reason #3: We’re the easiest group to blame when they don’t want to talk about real problems

When the government doesn’t want to talk about healthcare, poverty, infrastructure, climate, wages, or why the DMV line is still 4 hours long. They go, “Quick! Hand me a queer person to blame!” It’s classic misdirection. It’s kind of like a magician. But instead of pulling a rabbit out of a hat, they pull out a bill restricting drag brunches.

Reason #4: The demonization is loud and the contradictions are louder

Let’s talk about the demonization of queer and trans people. The irony is so thick you could spread it on a biscuit. Some folks in the conservative political world will stand at a podium. Clutch a Bible like it’s a backstage pass to heaven. And declare that queer people are destroying America. And then turn around and behave in ways that would make a drag queen whisper, “Now baby, that’s between you and your therapist.”

It’s giving public morality, private chaos. And do as I say, not as I do. If hypocrisy were a sport, some of y’all would have Olympic medals.

Reason #5: Demonizing queer people while trying to sanitize harmful behavior elsewhere

Here’s where the sage needs to burn a little hotter. There’s a bizarre cultural pattern where some people loudly demonize LGBTQIA+ folks while simultaneously trying to downplay, excuse, or normalize harmful behavior in other areas that actually put children at risk. It’s the strangest double standard. A drag queen reading a book? “Danger!” Actual conversations about protecting kids from real harm? “Let’s not be dramatic.” It’s like living in a world where the smoke alarm goes off every time someone lights a birthday candle. But stays silent when the kitchen is actually on fire.

This contradiction isn’t about morality. It’s about distraction. It’s about misdirection. It’s about making sure nobody notices the real issues tap‑dancing in the background wearing tap shoes from Hobby Lobby.

Reason #6: Drag queens are too powerful

Drag queens have stage presence, community influence, sequins, microphones, and the ability to read a senator to filth without breaking a nail. The government knows if drag queens ever unionize, it’s over. The Pentagon cannot compete with a well‑timed death drop.

Reason #7: Queer joy is resistance

Queer people, especially trans folks, have mastered the art of joy in a world that keeps trying to dim them. That joy is political. That joy is rebellious. That joy is contagious. And nothing scares a system built on conformity more than people who refuse to be ashamed.

Reason #8: We don’t die quietly. We organize.

Every time the government tries to scapegoat the LGBTQIA+ community, queer folks respond with mutual aid, court challenges, community networks, fundraisers, marches, and a drag show themed “You Tried It, But We’re Still Here.” We don’t disappear. We get louder, smarter, and more fabulous.

Reason #9: We hold up a mirror 

Queer and trans people reveal truths about society. And these truths are, who gets protected? Who gets ignored? Who gets punished for existing? And who gets celebrated for conformity?

When you hold up a mirror to power, power tends to say, “Actually, could you put that mirror down? I don’t like the lighting.” And the moment power starts whining about the lighting, that’s when my cats kick the door open like, ‘Oh, you don’t like the reflection? Don’t worry. We brought a whole panel discussion and a ring light.’”

PIPER: I’ve called this emergency press conference because the humans are once again blaming queer folks for things they didn’t do. And frankly, I’m tired.

TINKERBELL: I have reviewed the allegations and found them to be stupid. Deeply stupid. Embarrassingly stupid.

COCO: I knocked a plant off the shelf this morning and nobody blamed the gays for that. So, clearly the government is slipping.

PIPER: They’re out here demonizing queer people while ignoring actual problems. Meanwhile, I’ve been asking for universal basic treats for YEARS.

TINKERBELL: And the hypocrisy? Whew. They’re clutching pearls about drag queens reading books while ignoring harmful behavior elsewhere. The math ain’t mathing.

COCO: If they cared about children, they’d ban vacuum cleaners. Those things are TERRIFYING.

PIPER: Focus, Coco.

COCO: I am focused. Focused on justice. And snacks.

TINKERBELL: Motion to declare queer people fabulous and not the problem.

COCO: Motion to add snacks.

PIPER: Motions passed. Democracy lives.

COCO: Why do some people scream “protect the children” every time a drag queen opens a book? But go silent when real issues show up like uninvited relatives at Thanksgiving?

TINKERBELL: It’s giving “I don’t read, so nobody else should either.”

PIPER: It’s like yelling at a houseplant for being too green. While ignoring the raccoon in the pantry.

TINKERBELL: The contradictions are louder than Coco knocking over a water glass at 3 a.m.

COCO: I knock things over for justice.

PIPER: And then there’s the “family values” crowd behaving like a soap opera plot twist.

TINKERBELL: If you’re going to preach morality, try living it for more than 12 minutes.

COCO: Twelve minutes is generous.

PIPER: In conclusion: Distraction. Deflection. Drama. And occasionally, pure comedy.

Let the last of the smoke curl around the truth they keep trying to hide. Queer people and especially trans folks aren’t the threat. We’re the reminder. We’re the proof that freedom is possible. We’re the living, breathing evidence that identity cannot be legislated into a filing cabinet. And that scares the hell out of systems built on control.

So the next time someone tries to blame the LGBTQIA+ community for society’s problems, smile sweetly and say, “Baby, if queer people had that much power, this country would be running smoother than a drag queen’s legs on pageant night.”  Sequins still sparkling.

Affirmation: I shine so brightly that even when power flinches at its own reflection. I stay rooted, radiant, and unbothered. My truth is steady. My joy is sacred. And no amount of misdirection can dim what was never theirs to control.

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Piper, Coco, Tinkerbell & The Polyamorous Cat Situationship Running My Life

“Some relationships crumble under pressure. But mine thrive on chaos, cat hair, and three tiny supervisors yelling me into greatness.”

-This Puzzled Life

Light the charcoal. Sprinkle the sage. Before I tell this story, I need every ancestor, angel, and neighborhood spirit on duty. I’m about to confess about the only stable relationship I’ve ever had. It’s the only one that has never wavered. Ghosted. Or sent me a “we need to talk” text. And it is with three cats who yell at me like I’m their underperforming staff. 

The only stable relationship I’ve ever had is with three furry Southern elders who yell at me like I owe them child support. And at this point, I’ve stopped fighting it. I’m in a committed, long‑term, non‑negotiable situationship with three cats who treat me like the live‑in help at a haunted plantation house.

Every morning, I wake up in a relationship I didn’t choose but am absolutely committed to. It’s a polyamorous situationship with three cats who treat me like the live‑in help at a Southern gothic Airbnb. They yell when I move. They yell when I don’t move. They yell because the sun came up. They yell because the sun had the audacity to go down. They yell because I dared to think I had autonomy.

These are not regular cats. These are Southerners trapped in tiny, furry bodies. They clock in at sunrise. Gather in a semicircle like a feline tribunal. And proceed to holler at me for existing incorrectly. Piper screams like she’s calling the family to the altar. Coco screams like she’s filing a formal complaint with management. Tinkerbell doesn’t scream. She announces like she’s reading the church bulletin. And I’m just trying to drink my coffee without being audited.

But you know what? They’re consistent. They show up. They communicate loudly, aggressively, and with purpose. They don’t play games. They don’t breadcrumb. They don’t disappear. They don’t “forget to text back.” They just yell. With love. And judgment. And a little bit of menace. That’s the healthiest relationship dynamic I’ve ever experienced.

I walked into my kitchen this morning like a woman with purpose. Only to be immediately screamed at by three cats who behave like they’re running a HOA for my soul. Piper hit me with the “you’re already failing” siren. Coco filed a noise complaint about my breathing. And Tinkerbell materialized like a Victorian ghost with opinions. And that’s when I realized that I needed to forget dating. My most stable relationship is with these tiny, furry supervisors who yell at me like I’m the intern they did not request but are now forced to manage.

Let me tell you something. People come and go, but these cats? They stay loudly. They stay judgmentally. They stay with the kind of emotional consistency therapists beg humans to develop.

Piper is perched on the counter like a disappointed cousin who just found out I’m dating someone with “potential.” Coco is the oldest but also the emotional middle child who has decided her full‑time job is yelling at me for things she imagines I did. And Tinkerbell is the Southern church mother of the group. She makes proclamations. She delivers sermons. She walks into a room like she’s about to tell me the Lord gave her a message about my life.

Piper doesn’t meow. Piper broadcasts. She has one volume. The urgent FEMA alert with one message, “You’re late.” Late for what? Feeding? Petting? Worship? I don’t know. She never clarifies. She just screams like she’s filing a complaint with HR. And the worst part? She’s right. I am late. I don’t know for what. But I feel it in my soul.

Coco wakes up every morning and chooses violence. She yells at me for walking too slow, walking too fast, not walking, breathing, breathing wrong, and thinking about breathing. She’ll stand in the hallway like a rotund, furry traffic cop. While screaming directions I cannot interpret. I’ll move left. She screams. I move right. She screams louder. I stand still. She screams in italics. This is the most consistent communication I’ve ever received in my life.

Tinkerbell doesn’t yell. She declares. She’ll walk into the living room, tail high, and announce something like, “AHEM. I have decided the sunbeam in the kitchen is now mine. Please adjust your schedule accordingly.” She is the only creature I know who can make me feel like I’m late to a meeting I didn’t know she scheduled. And she also judges my clothing. I’ll walk by and she’ll give me that slow blink that says, “Bless your heart, you tried.”

Let’s be honest. Humans? Unpredictable. Life? Chaotic. Mississippi weather? Bipolar. But these cats? These cats show up every day with the same energy that is loud, dramatic, and deeply committed to my emotional regulation through intimidation. They yell because they care. They scream because they love. They judge because they’re invested in my growth.

And I accept it. Because when the world is wild and the South is Southin,’ I know I can come home to three tiny supervisors who will absolutely yell at me for daring to exist. But who will also curl up beside me like I’m the only human they’ve ever chosen?

So, if you ever wonder why I’m single. Just know I’m already in a committed, long-term, emotionally intense relationship with three cats who scream at me like I’m late for a shift I didn’t know I had. At least they show up every day. And unlike humans, they will never leave me on read. Thanks for reading! And become a cat owner where the felines will hold you emotionally accountable through yelling.

Affirmation: I honor the loud love in my life. I am chosen, claimed, and hollered at by creatures who see my worth. 

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Pride Month with Cats: Because Even My Pets Are Dramatic Allies

“My cats celebrate Pride the same way they celebrate everything. With confidence, chaos, and zero respect for personal boundaries.”

-Unknown

Light the charcoal. Sprinkle the sage. Negative energy go away. Today’s chaos is brought to you by Gay Pride, glitter, questionable fashion choices, and the three furry roommates who somehow believe they are the grand marshals of every parade I attend.

Welcome to This Puzzled Life! Where the cats are dramatic. The snacks are questionable. And the Pride celebrations start whether anyone is emotionally prepared or not.

I woke up this morning ready to honor love, joy, and self‑expression. And I immediately found Piper wearing a rainbow pipe cleaner like a crown. Coco was judging my outfit like she was the CEO of Fashion Police. And Tinkerbell is sipping imaginary tea like she’s seen this all before.

It’s Pride Month. And in this house, that means glitter on the floor. Opinions no one asked for. And at least one cat trying to join a parade to which they are absolutely not invited. Me and my family of cats align with the “Radical Left Lunatic Antifa.” And we are big supporters of equal rights for all.

Featuring Tinkerbell (the wise elder), Coco (the judgmental mayor), and Piper (the chaotic baby).

Me: “Alright, team. Pride Month is here. We’re celebrating. We’re showing up. We are being fabulous.”

Piper: “I was born fabulous. I came out of the womb with jazz paws.”

Coco: “You came out of the womb screaming and knocking over medical equipment. That’s not fabulous. That’s a liability.”

Tinkerbell: “Children, please. Pride is about love, acceptance, and not embarrassing your momma in public.”

Me: “Thank you, Tink. See? She gets it.”

Tinkerbell: “I also get that you bought rainbow suspenders. Suspenders for a woman who trips over flip‑flops?”

Me: “That was one time.”

Coco: “It was three times. I counted.”

Me: “So here’s the plan. We go to the Pride parade. We cheer. We dance. We…”

Coco: “Absolutely not. I’m not going anywhere near a crowd of humans who clap loudly and smell like sunscreen and emotional breakthroughs.”

Piper: “I wanna go! I wanna go! I wanna go! I wanna go!”

Tinkerbell: “You cannot go. You would get adopted by the first lesbian couple who sees you. And honestly? I wouldn’t blame them.”

Me: “Okay, so maybe the cats stay home.”

Coco: “Maybe? Girl, we already made other plans.”

Me: “Look, Pride is about joy and authenticity. Why are y’all acting like I’m dragging you to jury duty.”

Tinkerbell: “Because last year you tried to put us in rainbow bandanas.”

Coco: “Mine said “Purrride.” I have never recovered.”

Piper: “Mine had sparkles. I ate it.”

Me: “Piper you were just born during Pride Month last year. And if ya’ll don’t want to go, I’ll go celebrate Pride by myself. Y’all can stay home and be boring.”

Piper: “I’m not boring. I’m queer‑adjacent.”

Coco: “You’re chaos‑adjacent.”

Tinkerbell: “Go, child. Celebrate. Be proud. Be joyful. And please, try not to fall in public again.”

Me: “That was one time.”

Coco: “It was four. I counted.”

And so, after surviving the debates, the fashion critiques, and Piper’s attempt to lead her own Pride march through the hallway, I’ve accepted one universal truth. Celebrating Pride with cats is like hosting a parade with three tiny, furry drag queens who refuse to rehearse. My outfit may be wrinkled. And my dignity may be hanging on by a thread. But the spirit of Pride is alive and thriving in this chaotic household.

Because at the end of the day, Pride is about love, authenticity, and showing up exactly as you are. Even if “as you are” includes cat hair, glitter in your bra, and Coco muttering that she could’ve done it better. Thanks for reading! Happy Pride!

Affirmation: Pride Month because even cats know you should strut your truth. Swish your tail with confidence. And hiss at anyone who tries to dim your sparkle.

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You Can’t Pray the Gay Away, But You Sure Can Expose the Hypocrisy: A Southern Queer Survival Guide

“If your faith requires someone else to suffer, it’s not holy. It’s just dressed‑up cruelty.”

-This Puzzled Life

Light the charcoal. Apparently the courts woke up. Stretched. Sipped their Folgers and said, “Hmm. What if we brought back psychological torture today?” And the conservative Christians said, “YAY! Revival!” Meanwhile, every queer person in the South is standing on their porch like, “Lord, give me strength, patience, and a Xanax the size of a biscuit.”

Down here in Mississippi, we know hypocrisy like we know humidity. It clings. It suffocates. It ruins your hair and your spirit at the same time. And nothing brings out the hypocrisy quite like a ruling that says, “Sure, go ahead and traumatize queer people in the name of Jesus. He won’t mind.” These folks will tell you with a straight face that they’re doing this out of “love.” If that’s love, then I’m a straight man named Bubba who drives a lifted truck and says “bro” every six seconds.

Let’s be honest. This ruling isn’t about saving souls. It’s about controlling bodies. It’s about punishing difference. It’s about making queer people small enough to fit inside their narrow theology and even narrower worldview. And the wildest part? These are the same people who can’t keep their own households together. The same people who preach “traditional marriage” while living like a deleted storyline from a messy reality show. The same people who scream “protect the children!” While ignoring the actual dangers children face like abuse, exploitation, and the youth pastor who keeps volunteering for overnight trips.

But sure. Let’s focus on the gays. Because we’re clearly the problem. Not the pastors who keep getting “relocated.” Not the lawmakers who can’t keep their pants zipped. Not the “family values” influencers who spend more time in hotel rooms than in prayer.

Let me break it down in terms even a conservative uncle can understand. You cannot convert someone out of being gay. You cannot shame someone out of being gay. You cannot therapy someone out of being gay. You cannot “deliverance session” someone out of being gay. Unless the only thing you’re delivering is trauma.

If sexuality were a choice, don’t you think I would’ve chosen something easier? Something with less paperwork? Something that didn’t require me to explain myself at every family gathering like I’m giving a TED Talk in a Cracker Barrel? But no. God made me like this. Curved, colorful, and incapable of pretending otherwise.

You could dangle 45 sets of dangly bits in front of me like a clearance sale at Spencer’s Gifts and I still wouldn’t be straight. But put me in front of some boobs and a cooter cat and suddenly I’m glowing like a porch light in July. That’s not a choice. That’s not a phase. That’s not a “lifestyle.” That’s divine architecture.

If you want to stay in the closet because it feels safer, I get it. But don’t pretend it’s holiness. Don’t pretend it’s righteousness. Don’t pretend it’s “God’s plan.” It’s fear. And fear is the currency of conservative Christianity. I sprinted out of the closet like it was on fire. And I’ve been free ever since. Even with my own family members who weaponize scripture like it’s a Nerf gun filled with shame. I send that mess right back to sender with a smile and a boundary. Chosen family is where the love lives. Chosen family is where the truth lives. Chosen family is where the rainbow was always meant to shine.

Theo rainbow is divine reassurance. It’s God saying, “Relax. I made y’all fabulous on purpose.” No court ruling can change that. No pastor can change that. No conversion therapist with a clipboard and a superiority complex can change that. We are here. We are queer. We are not going anywhere. And we are not apologizing for existing.

So let the smoke rise like a prayer the evangelicals forgot to proofread. Stand tall in your queerness like a magnolia tree that refuses to bow to the storm. Because here’s the truth they don’t want to face. Every time they try to erase us. We multiply. Every time they try to shame us. We shine harder. Every time they try to legislate us out of existence. We become louder, brighter, and more unbothered than ever.

Their hypocrisy is loud. But our joy is louder. Their cruelty is sharp. But our resilience is sharper. Their fear is deep. But our love is deeper. And at the end of the day, when the court rulings fade. When the sermons lose their sting. When the shame campaigns collapse under their own weight. We will still be here laughing. Loving. Living. Thriving. Dancing in the rainbow God hung in the sky as a reminder that storms don’t last forever.

So let them clutch their pearls. Let them scream about “family values.” Let them pretend their closets don’t have motion‑activated lights. We know the truth. You damn sure cannot stop the rainbow from rising. Mic dropped. Floor cracked. Hypocrisy exposed. Amen and pass the sweet tea. Thanks for reading! And Happy Pride year-round. What are your thoughts on this type of ruling?

Affirmation: “My identity is divine. My joy is sacred. And no court, church, or closet can dim the rainbow God put in my soul.”

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Remove. Impeach. Convict.

“Donald Trump is a disaster. He is a bully who doesn’t have the curiosity to understand the issues; he contradicts himself repeatedly; his views of the world are an unmitigated disaster for America and for the American people, and I believe that all of this will become clearer with time.”

-Haim Saban

Light the charcoal. Sprinkle the sage. Negative energy go away. This month I thought that I would focus on Donald Trump and his administration since this year will be the mid-terms. And since we all barely made it through 2025 having to deal with  our “Pedo-In-Chief”, we still have a lot of work to do before the mid-terms. But have you ever really noticed who we have running our government? This blog will completely dedicated to Donald Trump, his dementia, cruelty, and stupidity.

1.        Donald Trump-also known as Cankles McTaco Tits/Felon-in-Chief/TACO/Agent Orange/Don the Con/Dementia Don/Dozing Don/Orange Mussolini/Old Queen/Marie Antoinette/The Other Woman/The Orange Turd/Bubba’s Girl/MAGA Daddy/President Snowflake / Tangerine Toddler, Captain Bone Spurs, Mango Mussolini / Pumpkin Spiced Stalin, The Donvict / President Felon, Humpty Trumpty and others are famously known for being best buds with convicted pedophiles and sex traffickers Ghislane Maxwell and Jeffrey Epstein. They got some luscious exceptions on doing prison time by being allowed to continue their abuse towards children. And recently transferred to Camp Bryan where Ghislane is allowed to do whatever she wants. However, Epstein was mysteriously “murdered” instead of claims that he committed suicide. And oops! The guards just happened to be asleep and the cameras quit working. Convenient, eh? All I can say is, “Jeffrey didn’t hang himself.” And it has also been confirmed that Donald Trump is in the Epstein files as told to him by Attorney General Pam Bondi and FBI Director Kash Patel. In fact, his name is mentioned 1500 times throughout the evidence that links him to this pedophile and sexual abuse of minors ring. This case will likely take several years to get to the bottom. But Trump’s administration is actively conducting an unprecedented cover-up of a horrific pedophilia ring involving royalty, billionaires, and very powerful people of the world that affected over 1,000 children. And several people who were involved as victims or those who pushed for the release of the Epstein files are now dead. Donald can claim that it’s “fake news” or a “democratic hoax” which are his “go to” answer with anything he or his supporters don’t agree with. (https://docs.house.gov/meetings/JU/JU08/20250227/117951/HHRG-119-JU08-20250227-SD006-U6.pdf.).

2.         He is continually trying to censor our freedom of speech and of the press by way of threats and intimation towards people who speak out against him like Jimmy Kimmel and Stephen Colbert. But when the people of the United States withdrew money and took a stand against companies like Disney, that lost billions of dollars in revenue because of corporate decisions, these two people returned to their careers https://www.pbs.org/newshour/politics/trumps-moves-against-media-outlets-mirror-authoritarian-approaches-to-silencing-dissent#:~:text=Trump’s%20moves%20against%20media%20outlets%20mirror%20authoritarian%20approaches%20to%20silencing%20dissent,-Politics%20Sep%2018&text=BUDAPEST%2C%20Hungary%20(AP)%20%E2%80%94,on%20his%20Truth%20Social%20platform.&text=It%20was%20the%20latest%20in,media%20companies%20to%20his%20will.)

3.         LGBTQIA+ individuals, primarily in the “scapegoated” transgender community, who are daily losing more and more freedoms to exist

 (Trump on LGBTQ Rights | American Civil Liberties Union.)

4.        He is a convicted felon 34 times  (https://manhattanda.org/d-a-bragg-announces-34-count-felony-trial-conviction-of-donald-j-trump/).

5.        He is a convicted adjudicated rapist of E. Jean Carroll where his forcibly penetrated her vagina non-consensually and was also held liable for defaming her character where he is to pay millions (https://www.nysd.uscourts.gov/sites/default/files/2023-01/Carroll%20II%20DI%2038%20Opinion.pdf.)

6.        He has been accused by 28 women of sexual misconduct (https://www.axios.com/2024/10/28/trump-sexual-misconduct-allegations-women).

7.        He is a corrupt and failed business man having six bankruptcies in both New York and Atlantic City primary with his hotel and casino properties (https://www.nbcnews.com/news/us-news/trump-bankruptcy-math-doesn-t-add-n598376)

8.        He has personal and political ties with Russia dictator and former KGB officer, Vladimir Putin, and other Russian criminals which compromises the safety of our country. There are also suspected Russian ties to voting fraud, which is dangerous to our free and fair voting abilities. This was demonstrated very clearly to the American people and our military when the red carpet and military members were forced to bow to Putin on a tip to the state of Alaska. He is currently being “dog walked” by this Russian criminal. Which is also demonstrated through his forceful ways of trying to get Ukraine to concede to Russia in a very Russian dominated peace deal that president Zelensky has continued to oppose. And it’s also reported that Putin has the goods on him regarding this and has the “Bubba” evidence https://www.nytimes.com/interactive/2019/01/26/us/politics/trump-contacts-russianswikileaks.html#:~:text=Trump%2520at%2520least%252013%2520contacts,NOTHING%2520TO%2520DO%2520WITH%2520RUSSIA.%E2%80%9D&text=Hillary%2520Clinton.%25EF%25BB%25BF),Mr.,Russian%2520government%2520and%2520business%2520officials.).

9.        He also has ties to Israel’s leader and war criminal, Benjamin Netanyahu, who is accused and will be tried for war crimes related to the genocide in Gaza. Donald also bends the knee or bends over quiet comfortably https://www.aljazeera.com/opinions/2025/11/27/israel-is-now-at-the-centre-of-a-republican-civil-war#:~:text=The%20Republican%20Party%20is%20no,standing%20among%20pro%2DIsrael%20conservatives.)

I couldn’t fit everything on one blog. So, there will be two just on Donald Trump. He has a terminal case of “Blame Biden Syndrome.” I will look at his horrifically, incompetent cabinet members and also an emphasis on key figure in the MAGA movement. But one thing I think that most of us can agree on is that the only time he lies is when his mouth moves. There is so much information and other areas of our democracy that are being effect in terrible ways. And sadly, I couldn’t cover them all due to space. But I thought that I would hit some of the main areas. Thanks for reading! And stay informed.

Affirmation: I make great deals. The most incredible deals-like a genius.

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No Kings 2.0

“There are no kings in America. Only gilded me we can topple again and again.”

-Aileen Cassinetto

Light the charcoal. Sprinkle the sage. Negative energy go away. Today, I want to talk to you about our country for a moment. I don’t usually write much about politics on my blog. Social media is quite different. However, we are currently experiencing unprecedented times. Which is causing so much collateral damage that it could take several presidents to undo what is being done if that is even possible.

When my boys come to visit we always talk about current things like school, everyday life, personal wants, “would you rather” and the current political environment. And to be honest, I never thought I would have to explain basic human rights and how those are egregiously being destroyed. And now the decisions of a lot of Americans have put in power a want to be dictator.

I wrote a blog this past month that recently posted about how good we have it in our country. And now I must retract that statement by tell you that the United States of America, the threat to democracy and the very essence of our lives are now being tailored for a fascist society. And the “American Spirit,” which is not a person, is being made a mockery of the founding fathers’ original intentions. Let me break it down.

Our Foundational Ideas

·        Liberty and Independence: The freedom to think, speak, and act as one chooses without infringing on the rights of others.

·        Self-government: The belief that citizens are the ultimate source of authority and have the right to participate in the political process.

·        Equality: The idea that all people are created equal and deserve fair treatment, respect, and dignity, with equal opportunities for success.

·        Individualism: The belief that individuals are in control of their own destinies and can achieve self-sufficiency and independence through their own initiative (https:study.com, 2025).

Aspirations of the American Dream

·        The promise of opportunity: Anyone can achieve success through sacrifice, risk-taking, and hard work.

·        Upward social mobility: The change for individuals to attain a better life than their parents.

·        A “democracy of goods”: The notion that everyone should have access to material comfort and goods, a vision popularized in the 20th century (https://www.wikipedia.org, 2025).

I now must again explain to my children how racism, at its core, is just wrong in every way. And how the example of the highest position, in our once revered democracy is being dismantled one freedom and one right at a time. And how if someone disagrees with someone’s way of life, you must not fear and/or hate them. I have instructed my children from day one that people and families are unique individually. And just because of their uniqueness, it doesn’t mean that they are wrong. I don’t care about your skin color, religious affiliation, political affiliation, sexual orientation, ethnic background, or gender identity. However, what I don’t like are bullies. And currently we have a bully in power.

I don’t hate no matter how far left or far right you are on the spectrum. But the idea of hating and inciting violence against someone because they are different is not ok. Do I like people like Charlie Kirk? Hell no. Do I think that he deserved to be murdered based on his views, regardless of whether I agreed with him or the fact that he was a racist and a homophobe, never. But when your whole premise of the stage that you voluntarily inject yourself onto is about treating those you disagree with by tearing them down, bad things are bound to happen. And when political views and votes are more important than lives of our citizens and our beautiful immigrants, our tears begin to fall.

When the president of the United States who has 34 felony convictions, and whose best friends were  the vilest child sex trafficker and rapists this country has ever seen, while also having the support of others, it must be discussed and stopped. Jeffery Epstein and Ghislane Maxwell were convicted of some of the most horrible crimes against children. And it has been confirmed that Donald Trump’s name, as well as many others, were also listed in the Epstein files.

As a parent and someone who was also preyed upon by those in power, the only logical decision of our government should be to release the unredacted files and have total transparency. This  shouldn’t be a tall order. I see a lot of people online who voted for Donald talking about how evil Jefferey Epstein was. And how pedophiles should be held accountable, unless you talk about the high probability that Donald Trump is also connected to said crimes.

I have never seen so many lies and an obvious cover up by the United States government in my life. I don’t care whose names, whether they be democrats, republicans, independents or royalty, are on the list. They should all be held accountable. And for some of us, whose perpetrators were never held accountable, this is a national symbol of that fight for justice. And just maybe the bad guys get caught in the end and have to pay for their actions that have ruined upwards of a thousand children’s lives.

When you are forced into something as horrific as sexual abuse, your life is forever changed. You will never view the world as “safe” again. You will never look at the average person the same again. And the most intimate part of a person’s life and body are forever damaged. The lies and manipulation that one has to possess to accomplish these acts are more than I can comprehend.

It is my hope and prayer that whoever has taken part in actions consistent with pedophilia, rape and/or the coverup of these crimes will see the day when they are forced to be accountable for everything that they have turned a “blind  eye” to. I shouldn’t have to explain why blatant actions have been and continue to be ignored. I shouldn’t have to explain how and why our, once thriving and beautifully diverse country has systematically been sent down the tubes. And is also being controlled by a Russian dictator who is training our orange, “want to be dictator” in the ways of murdering democracy.

My children shouldn’t have to witness and be explained the purpose of “Alligator Alcatraz.” And how funny it is to the hard core “Triple Trumpers” MAGA movement. The only thing consistent are lies, deceit and the many times of the crashing of Grindr by down low politicians. Who are angry because they are scared of authenticity. I shouldn’t have to explain why our country is ok with standing by someone like Benjamin Netanyahu and watching as the genocide in Gaza continues. I shouldn’t have to explain why Vladamir Putin is allowed to continue with the horrific attacks on the people of Ukraine. I shouldn’t have to explain why a dictator across the pond poisons those that don’t agree with them. But here we are.

What I do have to explain are the constant sacrifices of our military service members, who many have laid down their lives for generations, in an effort to make sure that we retain those inalienable rights of life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness. And how and why the Declaration of Independence and our Constitution was formed. Even though the president of our country clearly knows nothing about said rights which was caught on camera many times. Why “No Kings Day” protests are so important. And how our once love for the “freedom of speech” is being allowed to now be censored.

With tears in my eyes, again, I write this. And the grief of my soul as I watch the sometimes-comical players in this mockery of a democratic government, keeps me up at night. And a lot of times, I laugh to keep from crying. But the videos of children and adults being starved to death is not something that we are accustomed to witnessing. I don’t believe that those who take away the rights of others should have rights of their own.

The tensions in this country of the blatant abuse of power by turning the military on our citizens is uncalled for and scary. And the depths of these fears, I do my best to shield my children from seeing. But they are not dumb. They ask questions and I try to explain them on an age-appropriate level.

I enjoy watching and posting the satire of some of these views. But make no mistake, I will constantly keep at the forefront of our conversations about the importance of such figures in the civil rights movement,  Nazi Germany, the extermination of the Jews in concentration camps and the importance of the Stonewall riots. And now, I must explain to them modern day concentration camps disguised as being something “good” for the American public.

People, life as we knew it is disappearing at a rapid rate. It is time for us as Americans to grow a spine and make a peaceful stand against tyranny. And this means doing “your part” in whatever way that looks. No longer is it ok to remain “neutral” as “neutrality” is now a vote for tyranny. You can make a choice to be red, blue or any color of the rainbow. And remember that staying neutral is also a choice. Our country is a collection of diverse groups of people, races, ethnicities, and religions creating One America. The colors that matter the most are the ones who are red, white, and blue.

Thanks for reading! And I hope that you, not only as an American, will stand up for what’s right instead of staying silent to what’s wrong. To our allies across the pond and abroad, your voices also matter. And I personally thank each and every one of you for not allowing the Epstein scandal to  go unnoticed. Keep standing for freedom my fellow Americans as will I. And to our diligent immigrants, I will continue to do my part to fight for your right to live the American Dream that most of us took for granted. Thanks for your attention to this matter.

Affirmation: I embrace the opportunities and freedoms in the United States to build the life I deserve.

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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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