Thanks Carrie for helping this little boy dream.
There is no mistake that Dolly is one of my many angels.
I’ve known this since that time I first ever remember hearing her voice come from the lone single rear speaker of that AM radio in the back of my mother’s white 1967 Buick as dad drove us through darkness along the back roads of Tennessee. That night we were en-route to visit mom’s family out in cotton country along the mighty Mississippi.
Dolly was singing her ‘Jolene’ that long dark night. I can remember the warmth, care and love in her voice as if it were yesterday. I’ve loved her ever since. I know to my core she loves me too. That’s just Dolly. She is pure love.
Dolly Parton, Peace Train.
Retaliatory bombing is not good…
Hate cannot destroy hate, only love can do that.
War is not the answer…
Darkness cannot end darkness only light can do that.
I believe in peace. I believe in love. I believe in better. I believe in diplomacy. I believe in discussion. I believe in enlightenment. I believe in education. I believe in understanding. I believe in working together.
In times like these it never hurts to let your voice be heard for what you believe in.
Contact your senators HERE.
Find your congressional representative by clicking THIS.
Your governor can be found at this LINK.
One call or e-mail may not seem like much. One call, one e-mail and one vote is all that is needed to make a difference, to tip the balance, to instill motivation, to change the outcome.
Silence is Complicit.
Hijabi by Mona Haydar
Yesterday sucked ’cause I made a mistake. My mistake was I didn’t count my blessings. I couldn’t see the forest for the damn trees.
Today will be different. It starts with choice. It starts with attitude. It starts with perspective. I get to choose my perspective and my attitude.
Today I choose to see the forest. May your day be the best as well.
Living it gets busy. Living it is interesting. Living it is stressful. Living it is joyous. Living it is beauty. Living it is ugly. Living it is bliss. Living it is amazing. Living it is a gift. Living it is work. Living it is love. Living it is a protest. Living it shares. Living it takes. Living it gives. Living it is tiresome. Living it invigorates. Living it supports. Living it teaches. Living it disappoints. Living it excites. Living it is understanding. Living it is respect.
We can make life what we want. The only thing in life we can truly change is how we see things, how we react and how we choose to run with it.
I choose beauty. I choose love.
I needed a tissue. I have hope.
Decency: noun /di-sen-si/ behavior that is good, moral and acceptable in society.
I believe in living a good, decent and moral life. I believe in leaving behind better than I found when I leave, not only any place I go but also this life and this planet when I leave. I believe in doing good. I believe in truth, honesty and integrity. I believe in respect. I believe in kindness. I believe in sharing. I believe in caring. I believe in humility. I believe in love. I believe in helping. I believe ecology. I believe in character. I believe in education. I believe in equality. I believe in humanity. I believe in oneness. I believe in decency.
What do you believe in?
It’s all in how we start. If we find ourselves off the track, we simply start again.
Life… stay sunny.
This is getting old, really old.
Get a little better, get a little worse, get a little better, get a little worse. Fuck this hurts!
Look here… I prefer life on the sunny side. I am very blessed with every aspect of my life. Blessed I’m telling you. I focus on the blessings. I feel gratitude. More and more wonderful things come my way. The more I focus on good, the more good I get.
Why the hell do I want to write this down? Why do I admit pain?
Once in a while we all must take a moment, acknowledge the less than perfect aspects and then get on with moving on.
My shoulders both hurt dammit. Both.
The left post surgical is getting better little by little and is mostly just sore with challenging movements it hasn’t yet mastered since surgery. Expected slow post surgical recovery sensations.
The right, and formerly good, shoulder is driving me batshit crazy. Damn it hurts. The impingement burns and feels like a ripped open gaping wound. Reaching for anything is agony and don’t even think about turning it.
When both shoulders act out at the same time it can be defeating, debilitating.
Today is not a good day…however…I will focus on healing and tomorrow being better. I will get better in time. This, too, shall pass. I’m a healthy guy. I’m blessed with good health insurance. I’m blessed with a positive outlook. I’m blessed with love and support. I’m blessed with the ability to recover from life’s little bumps. This is just a little bump.
Setbacks? They are just setups for life’s greatest comebacks!
Watch out life, here I come!
I go to meetings. I rather enjoy my meetings and am quite active in my 12 step program. My sobriety is very important to me, for it not only saved my life but also gave me back my life.
I hear a lot of good wisdom in meetings. Yesterday I heard this prayer, a prayer that I feel is worth sharing.
“Dear God, may others treat me tomorrow as I treat others today. Amen.”
A prayer I pray at this very moment. A prayer I may choose to pray daily.
Cake … Short Skirt, Long Jacket
May we appreciate our similarities while respecting our differences.
We each have our own take.
Be kind. Understand. Accept. Appreciate. Love.
I am learning that restraint is a virtue. I don’t always remember it is, but through repetition and practice I’m getting better.
Some synonyms of restraint are: moderation, prudence, self-control, judiciousness and discipline. I find these all to be good character qualities.
Today I contemplate restraint of pen and tongue. Today I practice pause, thought and choice. I must remember words are things. Words have power. Words should be chosen carefully.
So now they wanna fuck with trans children?
As a society we are to force a child that is born into a body that doesn’t match the child’s gender, a child that already feels different, a child that is more often than not outcast from said child’s peers to have to fucking pee in the bathroom of the sex that doesn’t match the very person the child actually is?
A very dear friend, whom I simply adore, made Fearsome his very own Pussy Hat. It arrived yesterday and couldn’t have been more timely. Fearsome is protest ready.
As a child I used to pee before leaving home to go to school. I would not pee again until I got home after school. I often held it for more than 8 hours. I lived in fear of the bullying I received daily for being different. I was effeminate and perceived by the boys in my school as being weak. I was the safe one who they could pick on, taunt and beat up to prove their masculinity to one another. They didn’t fear the queer boy as being able to hurt them back. All this and my body matched my identity. I identified as male, albeit an effeminate one. I can’t imagine the torment of the body not matching my actual self and being subject to the cruelty of immature insecure school age peers.
It’s time to stand up for those who are being shut out. It’s time to stand up for children. It’s time to stand up for what is right. It’s time to stand up for ourselves. It’s time to stand up before it’s too late. We didn’t come this far to go backward.
Not any longer.
We came this far to love enough. We came this far to care enough.
A great Captian America history article can be found HERE. Simply by clicking you will be wisked away to the very article in the very Washington Post. Fearsome is loving the subscription I bought him.
Fearsome and I are not comic history buffs, but one thing we do know is that Captian America came into existence during World War II. The very first issue shows Captain America fighting the injustice of the ultimate of inhumane discrimination.
Discrimination is born out of fear and ignorance. Fear of loss and ignorance of other cultures. Discrimination is actually the ego trying to build itself up out of a lonely inferior dark place.
A famous quote comes to mind:
Captain America was born out of values. Values of acceptance, freedom, growth, opportunity and bravery. Values that support humanity. The values that through humility and the realization that no one is better than any other, we may raise each other to equality and freedom beyond petty ego.
Stand up. Stay the corse. Don’t ever loose sight of what is good, nor ever stop working toward the goal of greater good.
Due to unfortunate circumstances the need for a Hero is now upon us.
Is it not time to realize that the Hero we need is us? All we must do is stand up, speak out and help our fellow man. Do right. Stand up. Act.
Support justice and support journalism.
True correct journalism is needed now more than ever. Free news is not news.
Subscribe to good journalism. Why not good upstanding news papers online or in print? Just this week we subscribed to The Washington Post. Give it, or another, a try. Let’s us put our money where our mouth is.
Let us speak out, speak justly, speak truth and speak with love. Love for our fellow man.
There is no black, no white, no brown, no yellow, no gay, no straight, no Jew, no Christian, no atheist, no Muslim, no gender, no anything other than HUMAN.
Hero. Be one.