Homophobes
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When I was raising my three children as a single gay father in a small Midwestern town, I had to hide being gay. It wasn’t something I ever wanted to do, it was something I had to do. I had come out at 29 to the people in my life who truly mattered, but to
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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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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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As Good Friday arrives, I find myself grieving not just the crucifixion of Jesus, but the crucifixion of everything He stood for. In a world where religion is being twisted into a weapon, and hate is preached in the name of love, I wrote this letter to God. It is a cry for truth, for…
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Rise against hate and never edit of back away from it, fight. Yesterday, I was called a devil worshipper because I posted that I have no tolerance for hate, fascism, racism, sexism, or homophobia. I was accused of blasphemy for saying that my church is internal and that I maintain an ongoing personal conversation with
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Let’s have an honest, heart-to-heart conversation about a man who, for many, represents everything that is concerning about leadership today. I’ve always believed in respecting the office and the voice of the people—that is why it pains me deeply when a president, entrusted with the hopes and dreams of a nation, appears to embody the
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Lately, I’ve caught myself thinking about the state of the world — all the noise, all the hate, all the division. It feels like everywhere you turn, people are shouting over each other, villainizing anyone who’s different from them. It’s exhausting. And honestly, it makes me wonder… when does it end? When do we finally
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