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Growing up gay meant learning how to scan a room before you ever opened your mouth. You became fluent in body language before you even understood your own. A wrist held too loosely. A vowel dragged too long. A laugh that felt too bright. You noticed what made people flinch. What made them stare. What
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I came across a meme today from someone back in my hometown. I’m not going to share it. I won’t give it the space. But I will say this: it was hurtful. The kind of disguised homophobia that hides behind “just my opinion” or “I’m not being hateful, I just have standards.” You know the
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We were in Key West for their Pride celebration when we got news of the Pulse massacre. I remember exactly where I was and how it felt when I first heard about what had happened. The contrast between the night before and the morning after still stays with me. It was like something shifted —
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I’ve never understood the idea that there’s some man in the sky who demands we only marry the opposite sex. Really think about that — you’re telling me the ultimate force of love and creation is obsessed with our bedroom choices? That’s not divine, that’s control dressed up as religion. If your God insists on
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The post advocates for sharing images of same-sex couples to challenge homophobia, especially during Pride month. While such visuals may trigger hate, they also offer hope and visibility for queer youth, reassuring them of a future where they can be themselves. Allies are encouraged to support by sharing uplifting content.
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This is a good place to begin. I never know how to react when someone says, “Happy Pride.” For me, Pride isn’t about rainbows and niceties. It’s about in-your-face defiance, inner strength, and being visible—for the person who’s been beaten down so badly they’ve not just retreated to the closet but nailed the fucking door
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Tomorrow we step into Pride Month. And this year—more than ever—we have to remember that while there’s celebration, Pride is, and always has been, about activism. It’s about marching for equality and justice, not just for LGBTQIA+ folks, but for everyone. I know it’s cliché to say, but it matters: we cannot forget our past.
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I’ve been reflecting lately on what it means to seek truth in our spiritual lives. Everywhere we turn—on screens, in books, from pulpits—we’re presented with versions of “truth” that often turn out to be very human creations, shaped by culture, power, or the simple march of time. I want to invite you into a conversation
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So—the pope died today. And whether you’re Catholic or not, that hits. The death of a pope is more than just a news item—it’s the symbolic end of an era in one of the oldest, most powerful institutions on Earth. And now, all eyes turn to what comes next. There’s already talk: What if the
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