honesty

  • I saw this quote by Charles Bukowski, and it hit me like a brick to the skull: “I see men assassinated around me every day. I walk through rooms of the dead, streets of the dead, cities of the dead; men without eyes, men without voices; men with manufactured feelings and standard reactions; men with…

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  • In an ideal world, I would be able to hold my husband’s hand in public without a second thought. Not just in the safe pockets of the world—the city streets where we blend in, the Pride festivals where we are celebrated, the family gatherings where we are known—but anywhere. Any street, any town, any room.…

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  • Imagine waking up in a world where every person looked the same, lived the same, and loved the same way. No diversity, no difference—just one narrow definition of existence. At first, some might think this sounds peaceful, orderly even. But look a little closer, and you’ll see something far more disturbing: a world drained of…

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  • God, This morning, I wake up once again with a heavy heart, wondering how the world is ever going to come out of the darkness that seems to have taken control, slowly choking it. I know you see it, too—the hatred, the violence, the way people tear each other apart over things that should bring…

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  • I recently read something that kept echoing in my mind—a reminder that now is the time for artists of all kinds to step up and create. Art is protest, a force that has shaped history and continues to challenge the status quo. Over the years, artists have transformed their work into powerful statements against injustice.…

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  • Sunday. For many, it’s a day of church services, sermons, and hymns. For me, it’s a time of reflection. But not in a pew. Not in a building. And definitely not under the authority of an institution that has caused so much harm. Here’s the truth: I am deeply spiritual. My connection to the divine…

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  • I was about four years old when one of my earliest memories unfolded—a simple, magical day in St. Louis. It was sunny, and my mom and I set out for a walk, just the two of us, in search of ice cream. Every step felt like an adventure. I remember the rhythm of our footsteps…

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  • You know, I’ve come to realize something about life—I fail almost every single day. And I don’t mean in some grand, existential way (though, sure, maybe that too). I mean the little, everyday stumbles that remind me I’m gloriously human. Like forgetting my keys on the counter, accidentally using salt instead of sugar, or misplacing…

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  • For as long as I can remember, writing has been a part of who I am. Even before my career took off, I was scribbling ideas and stories whenever inspiration struck. In my early life, my passion for creative expression led me to spend years working in theater and radio—mediums that taught me to listen,…

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  • Let me be blunt: when you vote for politicians who call us “degenerates” or promise to “protect traditional values,” you are not just casting a ballot—you are signing off on a blueprint for our erasure. The Department of Homeland Security’s recent decision to revoke protections barring the surveillance of LGBTQ+ individuals isn’t a bureaucratic tweak.…

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