Pray Away the Gay?

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Nothing has distracted me so much as; homophobia.  I am not a rainbow thumper.  I do not have large unicorn tattoos on my upper arm.  And, though, on occasion, I wear flannel and work-boots…I do so out of comfort.

There is such a large class of L.G.B.T.’s that one could say, there is as much a variety of homosexuals (and, alike) that we are similar to heterosexuals, in vast variety.

Never have I heard anyone of my kind say,

‘I wonder why he loves her?  Just doesn’t seem right!  She should find herself a good woman, and settle down!’


It is apparent through the passage of time that love is simply better than hate.  That good is better than bad.  And, lastly, finding someone to spend the rest of your life with…makes the roads ahead easier than, being alone.  Sometimes, in my confusion of the obvious, I ask myself a very easy, basic question:

‘What if, for just one day, the world went about it’s business…minding it’s own business?’

Electroshock treatment. Painful drugs. Dangerous brainwashing. These are the ‘treatments’ that lesbian, gay, bi and trans people are subjected to all over the world. These ‘cures’ are driving young people into depression and even suicide. Worse still, some people are actually making money from these ‘therapies.’ This has to stop. Today is the International Day Against Homophobia, Transphobia and Biphobia. Imagine the internet being flooded with messages telling the world that LGBT people aren’t sick. That actually, being lesbian, gay, bi, or trans is something to be proud of. Let’s remind the world that your friend, your brother, your daughter, your teacher, or even you yourself aren’t sick. Let’s take down the homophobes and their ‘cures.’ Click here to share the image below on Facebook:


Shouldn’t We more upset about…Grandma Panties?

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I don’t understand many, many, many, things.  Actually, as the saying goes,

‘the more I know, the less I understand.’

I really do not know how we all have become so stuck in our own shit.  Transgender this, Pray the Gay away…that!  Personally, I abhor public bathrooms.  They leave me feeling like my OCD medication needs improvement:



My grandmother once told me,

‘A good bowel movement a day…keeps the doctor away!’

Of course, these words of advice came from a woman who hand fed chewed up string beans to my dirty white, dreadlocked, poodle.


When I go to Walmart, and/or anticipate buying myself ‘trinkets’…I become almost, sexual.  The whole conception of purchasing something brand spanking new for myself, leads me to having butterflies in my stomach.

To this fact, I know I am not the only one who feels this way.

Therefore, when I have to GO…I have to GO!  I spend very little time looking about at who or what is in the bathroom.

On occasion, I am caught up in wondering why someone is in the bathroom.  Hanging out, taking up much-needed space, dicking around in a stall…making phone calls and/or texting.

It has been my sincere pleasure to know some past and present day, transgender, persons.  They have always seemed clean and forthright with their ‘business’ in the toilet.  Washing when deemed necessary.  Politely apologizing for whatever aroma they have left behind, etc.

Where I become very confused is…children in the bathroom.  Not toddlers, not infants, not pregnant women who are ready to burst.  None of those scare me as much as, 12-year-old boys running around making paper airplanes in the women’s room.  Completely unsupervised little shitheads who have gone in made a mess of a messy situation.  These boys, who are sometimes even older than 12, are not transgender, they are malcontents, apparently given up on by their mothers.  Mothers who cannot be found anywhere.

I am a child of the 70’s, who had been raised in a rural state.  Nothing but white people and moose to be seen for miles and miles.  From this experience, I have the following suggestions for those persons with their panties in a wad over who uses what bathroom:

‘Take your bigoted shit outdoors and knock constipated self…out!’

Next Week an indepth discussion on Mcarthur Park…WTF  is Richard Harris getting at?

Someone left the cake out in the rain
I don’t think that I can take it
‘Cause it took so long to bake it
And I’ll never have that recipe again
Oh, no