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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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Budtender Moment: Blues Brothers Motorbreath

“Two wrongs don’t make a right, but two joints made my night.”

-Unknown

Light the charcoal. Sprinkle the sage. Negative energy go away. Okie dokie! Today, I’m going to review strains that go along with Pride. Since I’m a lesbian, it wouldn’t be nice of me not to mention the part of the parade that I enjoy watching. It’s the “Dykes On Bikes” portion of the parade where some of the most masculine lesbians ride through on their motorcycles. And I assure you that your fragile masculinity could be smashed by some of these ladies. “Lady Lesbians Of The Bikes” I honor you with the cannabis strain with the Blues Brothers’s Label: Motorbreath.

This greasy, yet sexy, hybrid strain was actually named from a song called Motorbreath on Metallica’s 1983 album Kill’Em All. The diesel taste feels like it would be better suited on their Garage Days album. Anyway, what a pleasant surprise to find out those origins that lead back to my favorite heavy metal band of all time, Metallica. The nostalgia of this entire product just floods me with so many good memories. Because the taste will take you back, while the effects wrap you up.

Jim Belushi and Dan Aykroyd actually own Blues Brothers brand. John Belushi was a comedian and actor who traveled with Dan Aykroyd and performed as Jake and Elwood Blues. John Belush eventually died of a drug overdose. And his brother has been building a cannabis business in his honor. Jim Belushi stated in his reality program Belushi Farms, “Had my brother had access to medical cannabis, he would still be alive.”

This strain while definitely “stinky,” with some diesel fumes isn’t as heavy as the GMO strain. And it is ever since of the word “hybrid.” It feels like a sativa until the gassy, indica back end catches you. The strain has a lineage of Chemdog and SFV OG KUSH (San Fernando Valley). This would be a good strain for a lunch break if you can tolerate the indica effects. It’s used for chronic pain and stress. I think that it’s a strain for beginner or moderate users. And more of a “chill” strain for us experienced users. However, at 28.4% THC it won’t take long before it disables you for your entire lunch break. An Absolutely great hybrid in my book. The terpene profile is Caryophyllene, Myrcene and Limonene. This indica-dominant hybrid is definitely 4.25 out of 5 on the rating scale. A uniquely beautiful strain that will help many people no matter where on the continuum you reside. Way to go Blues Brothers!

“Dykes On Bikes” comeback you forgot your diesel! Happy Pride, everyone!

Affirmation: I attract the best weed.

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LGBTQIA+ Terms and Explanations

“Gender is who you are. Sexuality is what you want.”

-C.N. Lester,”Trans Like Me: A Journey for All of Us”

Light the charcoal. Sprinkle the sage. Negative energy go away. Okie dokie! What I have learned about the LGBTQIA+ community is that there is almost a separate language that has been devised over time. Most of the terms I already know. However, the evolution continues. The common theme, though, is that no matter how you identify or what you prefer, our communities are all about inclusion. You are free to be who and what you are. And that’s what has kept everything so powerful. So many of us have been shunned or seen as “less than” by our families of origin. Therefore, we find comfort and solace in our “chosen” families where we can all take refuge under that beautiful rainbow flag with our straight allies. As I continue to attempt to “stomp out stupidity,” I have made a list of common terms and their explanations. This is by no means a comprehensive list. There could be volumes written on this topic. I did, however, try to make a list of the most common. Happy Pride! And happy reading!

Pride community-Alphabet mafia, Friend of Dorothy, Skittle mafia, Rainbow mafia,Fruit flies(also known as someone who is heterosexual but hangs out with gay males or lesbians).

Symbols for the gay community– Unicorns, lavender rhinos, rainbow, butterflies (gender transitioning), lavender plants, pink triangle.

Gay male-fudge packer, peter puffer, bender, catcher, twink, pillow-biter, punk, shirt lifter.

Gay females (lesbian)– muff diver, carpet muncher, vagitarian, girl kisser, La-dolla-bean (Le$bian), stirring the bean curd, FRIG, Sergeant, fusion, pancake, 

Running-shoe lesbian– over 35 who wear jogging shoes with everything.

Celesbian-a famous lesbian

High Femme– a lesbian woman who presents extremely feminine.

Baby Dyke– someone who recently came out as a lesbian.

Dykon– a famous woman (not necessarily gay), who is popular among lesbian women and seen as a gay icon.(Joan Jett, Melissa Etheridge, Ellen Degeneres. Portia de Rossi, Oprah, Laurel Holloman, Lady Gaga, Kate McKinnon, Lily Tomlin, Wanda Sykes.

Transitioning Individuals call the hormones of the opposite sex.

Titty skittles (estrogen pills)

Gender juice (HRT)

anti-HIS-tamines

Anti-boyotics

beach ball deflation

water balloon poppers

mammarinopes

Dic-tacs

Jack and Jill Party: A circle jerk that welcomed both gay men and lesbians who sometimes had sex with each other.

Fruit bat– People who associate with lesbian, gay, bisexual and transgender people may be called fruit flies regardless of their sex.

Dopplebanger– someone who is attracted to others who look like themself.

Motorboating– the activity of putting one’s face between a woman’s breasts, and rocking, turning one’s head rapidly from side to side while making a noise like a motorboat.

Uhauling– a relationship that moves very quickly and the couple moves in together.

Gay Water– instead of mineral or sparkling water

Pillow princess– someone who prefers to receive sex rather than giving sex. This is not just in the gay community.

Cottaging – having or seeking anonymous gay sex in a public toilet, or ‘cottage’ (UK)

Down-low– homosexual or bisexual activity, kept secret, by men who have sex with men.

Femme– a feminine homosexual

Gaydar– the supposed ability to detect someone’s sexual orientation.

Gaussian – a gay Asian person

Gold star– a homosexual who has never had heterosexual sexual intercourse with the opposite sex.

Platinum Star(male)-gay male is someone who was delivered as a baby by C-section

Platinum Star(female)– gay female is an individual who has never slept with a man and was born via vaginal birth, meaning the first thing they ever touched was a vagina.

Prison Brides-Are individuals who engage in homosexual relationships while in prison.

Guydyke or lesboy – a man attracted to lesbian/bisexual women,

Scissoring – used to refer to lesbian intercourse.

Cock blocking– (male) someone who interferes with flirting, making out or having sex you’re interested in.

Cliterference– (female) someone who interferes with flirting, making out or having sex with someone you’re interested in.

Beach bitch – a gay man who frequents beaches and resorts for sexual encounters.

Top– usually the more dominant partner.

Bottom – a receptive partner in intercourse; also used as a verb for the state of receiving sexual stimulation.

Power bottom – someone who dominantly plays the receptive role in intercourse.

Otter-refers to a gay man who is slender and hairy,  a middle ground between a “twink” and a “bear.”

Baby butch – a young and boyish lesbian

Bambi lesbian – a lesbian who prefers cuddles, hugs, kisses, and other affectionate and sensual non-sexual acts over sexual acts

Hasbian – a woman who previously identified as lesbian but now identifies as heterosexual.

Lesbian until graduation (LUG) – a young woman who is assumed to be temporarily experimenting with same-sex behavior, but will ultimately have heterosexual identity.

Lipstick lesbian – a lesbian/bisexual woman who displays historically feminine attributes such as wearing make-up, dresses, and high heels

Soft butch – an in between femme and butch

Stone butch – a very masculine lesbian, or a butch lesbian who does not receive touch during intercourse, only giving.

Stud – a black butch

Chicken – a youthful gay man

Chubby chaser – a man seeking overweight males

Daddy – a typically older gay male.

Twink − a youthful, slim,flamboyant gay man.

Bear – a larger and often hairier man. The bear subgroup is among the oldest and largest of the LGBTQ community. Pride.com states “Bears are on the heavier side, either muscular, beefy, or chunky. They wouldn’t dream of shaving their body hair (which comes in abundance) and they usually have a full beard to match.”

Cub– a younger bear. Pride.com describes cubs as “baby bears” or “large, hairy guys in their teens and 20s who are on their way to becoming a bear.

Bear chaser – a man who seeks out and pursues bears

Wolf – Pride.com says, “Similar to an otter, a wolf has some hair and is in between a twink and a bear. Wolves typically have a lean, muscular build and are sexually aggressive. Wolves are “typically older and masculine” with a muscular/athletic build.

Bull– Pride.com says a bull is a “hunky, muscular” bodybuilder who weighs 200 pounds or more. Attitudesays bulls have a “super-muscular build” with any hair style, and can be any age.

Chicken – a young twink. Chickens are hairless and young with a slim or skinny build.

Chicken hawk – an older man who seeks younger men. From chickenhawk, a designation for several birds which are thought to hunt chickens.

Pig – someone who is focused on sex than anything else, often into kinkier and sexual practices.

Silver fox – an older man with gray hair.

Bi-sexual– sexually attracted to both genders

Pansexuality does not mean bi-sexuality. It is an attraction to personalities, not a specific gender.

Questioning– people who are unsure of sexual identity, orientation, gender or all three.

Cisgender-gender identity who corresponds to their birth, not transgender.

Asexual– someone who experiences little or no sexual attraction to others.

Intersexed– a person who is born with both genitalia, chromosomes and/or hormones.

Leather subculture denotes practices and styles of dress organized around sexual activities that involve leather garments, such as leather jackets, vests, boots, chaps, harnesses, or other items. The New York Stonewall Riots in 1969, members of the leather community stood next to drag queens to fight for equality; it was an act that kicked off the modern-day LGBT rights movement. And it  brought the leather culture out into the light. The Leather Community supports both within and from the LGBT community.

The Puppy movement involves both men and women wearing canine-shaped hoods and walking on all fours, just like a real puppy—or bio-puppy, as they are referred to.

“A leather boy is trained and it is a militant situation where the boy is there to serve a master. But a boy has a voice in the family. The puppy aspect is totally different. When you are in pup space, you are just going with whatever happens.”

Golden Showers– part of the philias where an individual gets off to someone peeing on them.

Kink subculture happens in both heterosexual and homosexual communities.

Two-Spirit: A term used by some Indigenous peoples in North America to describe people who embody both male and female spirits.

Furries • Xenophilia is the term for the sexual attraction to furry characters.Furries are people who identify with animals who have human characteristics, like cartoon characters. “Furry” is not considered a gender identity; it is a term referring to someone who has an interest in anthropomorphic animals, meaning animals with human characteristics, and is considered a fandom or hobby, not a personal identity related to gender. People who identify as “furries” are interested in creating or engaging with animal characters with human traits, not necessarily claiming to be an animal themselves.

Sources: Wikipedia, Quora, urban dictionary, lesbesocial.com, refinery29.com, pride.com, Attitude magazine, autostraddle.com.

I hope that some of these terms have helped to educate you on some of the language in the pride community. Some of these terms and classifications differ depending on where you are located. Take what you can use and leave the rest. Be who you are. And love who you are. Thanks for reading! Happy Pride!

“Shine with pride, because your light helps to brighten the world.”

-Unknown

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“Happy Pride!”

“Do not allow people to dim your shine because they are blinged. Tell them to put on some sunglasses, because we were born this way.”

-Lady Gaga

Light the charcoal. Sprinkle the sage. Negative energy go away. Okie dokie! You know what today is? I’ll give you a hint. It’s my favorite time of the year. IT”S GAY PRIDE MONTH! Everyone fly those flags and love who you love. I think those who are new to the pride family and are newly allied deserve to know just why we love pride month so much. 

On June 28, 1969 (no pun intended), the NYPD raided the Stonewall Inn. Raids at gay bars where the patrons and employees inside were interrogated while a crowd gathered outside. The sum of everyone fought back, and police barricaded themselves in the Stonewall Inn. The mob’s resistance went on all night, and continued for days in protests across New York City. 

A year later in June 1970 activists marched throughout the streets to commemorate the riots. It was called the Christopher Street Liberation Day where sparsely attended and encountered protests because of the outlandish costumes that some marchers wore.and is known as the first Pride Parade. Other pride celebrations were in cities like Los Angeles, San Francisco, and Chicago (bryanuniversity.edu, 2024). Pride is used to describe the community’s solidarity, identity and resistance to discrimination (britannica.com, 2025).

In 1978, the symbol representing Gay Pride first made its debut in San Francisco. It was the rainbow flag. The original flag consisted of eight colors (hot pink-sexuality, red-life, orange-healing, the sun-yellow, green-nature, blue-art, indigo-harmony and violet for spirit). The colors were tweaked a bit because of the unavailability of fabric colors. The demonstrations focused on participants’ being proud to be out of the closet regarding individual freedom and diversity of the LGBTQ community. 

In the 1980’s, after the spreading of AIDS, pride events focused on the social issues of the time. The LBGTQ community increased among the straight community, politician sympathies and gay-friendly businesses and corporations began participating in the marches. The popularity began spreading across the globe. Large cities such as Amsterdam, Chicago, London, Mexico City, New York, Paris, San Francisco and Sao Paulo attract several hundred thousand to more than a million annually. Stiff resistance in Jerusalem, Moscow and Warsaw but pride has still continued.

The groups of people who identified as gay, lesbian, bisexual, transgender or queer who felt empathy and solidarity based on shared experiences of prejudice, discrimination and disrespect or awareness of oppression were all included in the acronym LGBTQ. The acronym has again changed to include those who are “questioning,” “intersex,” and “agender” to LGBTQIA or LGBTQ+ (britannica.com, 2025).

In 1999, President Bill Clinton officially declared June as Gay and Lesbian Pride month. In 2009, President Barack Obama named it Lesbian, Gay, bisexual, and Trangender Pride Month. In 2016, President Obama designed the Stonewall Inn and the surrounding area as a national museum. And it was the first national monument that honored LGBTQ+ rights (bryanuniversity.edu, 2024). However, there is still the ongoing fight for equality and inclusion.

As of 2015, the Supreme Court ruled in Obergefell v. Hodges that same-sex couples have the right to marry in all 50 states.  The ruling also declared that same-sex couples have the same rights under the law as opposite-sex couples. This includes Social Security, health insurance and retirement savings. Most Americans agree that legalizing same-sex marriage is good for society.

In 2017, our country and communities witnessed the protections for LGBTQ people across the entire federal government. While President Biden reversed many of those attacks, Trump promised to go back even further on LGBTQ rights if re-elected. And sadly that has happened. Project 2025, has removed anti-discrimination policies. And on day one of his current presidency he began to eliminate protections for transgender students. This began to strip LGBTQ individuals of protections against discrimination in many areas including employment, housing, education, healthcare, and other federal programs.  And to date has kicked many transgender military personnel of their livelihood (aclu.org, 2025).

Ask yourself, “how does gender identity determine when, where and how your  “battle buddy” pulls a trigger? Aren’t our troops, regardless of how they identify, fighting for the freedoms of the same nation? Trangender soldiers are of no significant threat to anyone else in the military. Because when it comes down to protecting my six, it doesn’t matter how someone identifies in gender or sexuality, if the trigger gets pulled and I live to fight for freedom another day.

Our fight for equality will continue just like it began. We will be loud and proud no matter what our government or religion does to try and destroy our pride. We will be there with our colors on challenging everyone that there be justice for all. The LGBTQ communities will continue to demand that we be included in the preamble of the constitution which reads, “WE THE PEOPLE OF THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA.” Stonewall will never die! Thanks for reading! Happy Pride Everyone!

“If I wait for someone else to validate my existence, it will mean that I’m short changing myself.”

-Zanele Muholi

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I Stand For Pride (Poetry)

That day he stood there a took that precious oath,

We were stunned in amazement the dying of all hope.

Don’t stand there and say you love God.

You look really stupid and it makes you look odd.

The God that I know loves and cares for everyone.

Not picking out groups you ‘son of a gun.’

Our PRIDE family members have taken the pieces of their broken hearts.

That’s ok because we won’t go back to start.

Stonewall happened and it was heaven sent.

And we continue to move forward despite our government.

Our time to shine is in the month June.

Those colors come out and rainbows fly and everyone’s sings the same tune.

Hate crimes and violence will erupt on us LGBT + people yet again. 

Careful with your discrimination it can also hurt your family or your friends.

Our founding fathers would roll over at what you have done.

But we also have powerful people,

Remember Marsha Johnson?

We are a very proud community with rainbows all aglow.

We are all equal no matter the flags. So,

Trump you need to go.

You disrespect our people and your politics takes our lives. 

If you treat the public like this, then I’m scared for your wife.

Your money means nothing and neither do your lies.

Because as for me and my house, “We will always stand for PRIDE!”

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I Was Afraid Of Being Rejected Until I…

I was afraid of being rejected
Until I learned to never reject myself

I was afraid of being abandoned
Until I learned to never abandon myself

I was afraid of the opinions of others
Until I learned that they held no more weight than my own

I was afraid of painful endings
Until I realised that they were
also new beginnings

I was afraid of appearing weak
Until I realised how strong
I truly was

I was afraid of being seen as
small and unimportant
Until I discovered my
true power and potential

I was afraid of being
perceived as ugly
Until I learned to fully
appreciate my own beauty

I was afraid of failure
Until I learned that
it was an illusion
When viewed through
the eyes of love,
growth and learning

I was afraid of feeling low
Until I learned that it was
the birthplace of brilliance
And where my greatest
transformation occurred

I was afraid of change
Until I realised it was an
inevitable part of life
In a world full of things
temporary and fleeting

I was afraid of being alone
Until I learned to fully embrace
and appreciate my own company

I was afraid of my uniqueness
Until I learned that it was
where my greatness lay

I was afraid of the darkness
Until I remembered that I was the light

And I was afraid of life
Until I remembered who I was.

-Tahlia Hunter

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