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Dear Future Family, Today is March 1, 2025. When I was a boy, my grandmother would say March came in like a lion or a lamb. Her voice was warm, steady, the kind that made you believe whatever she said. I’d sit by her closely, listening to the wind howl outside, never imagining I’d one…
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I know I drive some of you crazy with my constant barrage of queer content. Trust me, I get it. But here’s the thing—you have to understand that my posts aren’t really for you. And I’m certainly not trying to change the minds of the far-right extremists who have already decided to rationalize their hatred.…
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It was 1982, and I was seventeen—carefree, bold, and utterly convinced that the future was bright. I remember walking into the local arcade with my pink polo collar flipped up and starched, my straight-leg jeans perfectly faded, and my loafers polished just enough to look effortlessly cool. A typical seventeen-year-old in the eighties, caught somewhere…
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I used to believe I could change the world. There was a time when I carried that conviction like a torch, its flame burning so brightly it lit up every corner of my soul. I was sure of it—so sure—that through kindness and understanding, through love and compassion, I could make a difference. I believed…
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“You are safe with me.” Those are words that matter a lot right now, especially when we’re surrounded by so much hate and fear. It’s tough for some folks to remember what it was like when our government was actively against us, when simply being who you are put you in danger. They might not…
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Let’s talk about the elephant in the room: the American mainstream media is gaslighting you. Hard. And if you’re still getting your news from CNN, Fox, or even Google without a heavy dose of skepticism, you’re being played. Let me walk you through what’s really happening—because the truth isn’t just buried; it’s being bulldozed. Take…
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I’ve spent much of my life thinking about silence—not the quiet of a library, but the kind that erases people. Growing up gay in the 1960s meant navigating a world determined to mold me into something I wasn’t. My interests in films like Valley of the Dolls or West Side Story were dismissed as unserious,…
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To those reading this in 2025, I write with a heaviness in my heart and soul that feels both familiar and newly urgent. The past nine years have tested our collective resolve as an LGBTQ+ community in ways many of us feared but dared not fully imagine. With the return of Donald Trump to the…
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A few years ago, my husband Rick and I traveled to Budapest, Hungary. It’s a city that’s often romanticized for its stunning architecture, thermal baths, and rich history. And don’t get me wrong—it is beautiful. The Danube River glimmers at night, the Parliament building is a masterpiece, and the ruin bars are as eclectic and…
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January 29, 2025 Dear Reader, I’ve been struggling to write about anything other than the atrocities unfolding in the world right now. But nothing feels right—not even humor. There’s a part of me that wishes we could rewind to 2015, to a time when the weight of this chaos didn’t hang over us. But we…
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