I hate America. That’s right—I said it.
What’s happening to the lgbtq community is insane.
And I don’t know what to do about it.
What can I do about it?
Stand on a street corner with a sign?
Cast a spell?
Okay, great…um lets see…be as loving as possible to the community. I guess that’s something.
But not enough.
Power is a strange concept. Only a very few people get some, and it seems like it’s not the right ones at the moment. Well for a long time now, not the right ones.
And Drag shows. The only time I’ve felt completely free and happy was at a Drag show.
I keep waiting and waiting for things to change and they only get worse. I miss Obama. I’ve got a button that says I miss Obama.
I also have one that says Stay Sexy and Don’t get Murdered. Which is also true.
How many murdered lgbtq people will there be? Since no state seems to give a shit in the Midwest and South.
I just turned 38 you guys. They say mid-life is 36. So that’s interesting. I’m in my latter half. But I’ve only been myself for like 16 of it. I’d say at 22 I really woke up. Saw they ways that religion had stunted me. My opinions on lgbtq were skewed. False. Ridiculous. I hope more people wake up somehow. It doesn’t matter how old you are as long as you try to love everyone finally.
I’m not perfect. It takes a lot for me to accept organized religion. But I can’t hate people for it. I’m working on that. This is my year of peace after all.
Be at peace with your fate I say.
(I’m aware…I contain multitudes)