My sister and her brood are coercing my ailing mother and my heart replacement stepdad to enjoy Thanksgiving with her sons and their children, wives and friends. You know, like Oprah taught. There will be lots of hugging, plenty of food, loss of cognition, diaper twerking and a death right. They are immune because family love and God conquer all. Good job, Spanish news. Happy fucking Thanksgiving! (I'm mad!) 22-Nov-2020

I am for equality and respect for all. I think mathematically and look for truth so I can fully assess the chaos and decipher it. I don't stand for causes but I regard everyone. The bad eggs are stopping the community from moving forward because they are the problem. You have every right to peacefully protest for our rights but if you don't acknowledge or condemn the problem you might become the problem. The bad eggs represent everything that destroys a community, making it difficult for cops to enforce peace which leads to overreaction, until it becomes a pattern. The people who cross the community bridge for an honest life are the ones being punished for bad egg action. They represent the superficial gods you worship and I think you need to acknowledge them, for history's sake. The future will ask. Empathy doesn't start with somebody else, it starts with you. 03-Jun-2020

We need new representation. Pronto! I've been living my life harder as a better person because someone thought a thug could be a hero. The thugs are the Nazis of our community, raping, pillaging and obliterating everyone they please. The upstanding citizen is always ignored or castrated for becoming...not them. White people don't really much complain because it keeps us busy and makes us easier to tolerate. It's only entertainment. They gift you for achievements unaccomplished while secretly suspecting. They elevate and inflate a selected few to King and Queen status and only support us in causes with the least life stress, less they perceive you as an ungrateful stereotype. The more of a petty life celebration, the less, us, in the pit are safe. You bought yourself a tower to represent the petty thugs that kill us because it's the only swag you've got. I sit here, a victim of countless thugs, refusing to worship or be labeled as one. We almost had them and the thug fucked it up. I don't fucking get it.

You can sit there and wonder, make excuses, but they hate us alike because we are thugs. Get it?

Oops! They can't hear me because they're hiding in a bejeweled tower, we helped create.

I think this is the perfect time to create heroes. Real ones. 12-Apr-2020

This is the time for our brothers and sisters (of equality or not) to stand together and help however we can. Because I want the future Hollywood film to celebrate how not only we managed to protect ourselves but how we saved others. It's time to stop whining about a punishment that my generation and beyond suffered and move forward and trust people again. Go out there and prove you're equal! 06-Apr-2020

"I felt more freedom when I was a baby." 26-Feb-2020

Prov 22:15: “Foolishness is bound in the heart of a child; but the rod of correction shall drive it far from him.” Prov 23:13-14: “Withhold not correction from the child: for if thou beatest him with the rod, he shall not die. Thou shalt beat him with the rod, and shalt deliver his soul from hell (i.e. death).” 13-Jan-2020

If we indeed intend for it to get better, we must stop discarding each other like the impertinent society that blasphemes us...lest people think us inhuman. 12-Dec-2019

It is imperative that every gay senior (anyone over 30) travel. You are shunned by the cave dweller elite if you can't abide. What a doctor can't fix, running will. We run from the reality of aging in a community saddled by conflict and illusion. We ask for a travel partner so they can bear witness. We run faster so aches and severity don't catch up. The mirrors in other places make us look better.

Love is on the ground not in the air. Plant your feet somewhere and it might grow. 06-Nov-2019

We are getting very close to becoming the burp nation. 04-Nov-2019

I was advised that if I had acquiesced to more "me toos," I might have been a more joyous person. 07-May-2019

If you can’t predict the future ramifications of advice dispensed to your client you shouldn’t give it. Therapy, Psychology and Psychiatry should never be based on the trustee's personal beliefs. As a gay man in a relationship the go to at the slightest hint of a problem is to dispense with it and adopt another so you can empower yourself. You get to repeat the cycle again and again in every future relationship without ever resolving the problem. Causing chaos to an existing relationship is not betterment. We would never disrupt a straight marriage without pushback. All gays are not drawn the same. I don't care what anyone does in their relationships but forcing us into the web of revolving sex to end up lonely and suicidal is not what I'm striving for. Our community will never thrive if all we recommend is another mouth that bites.

When I came out I had romantic notions. The first thing our daddies teach is to share sex with multiple partners to the point of isolation and disrespect. I don't want to be a gaybot stereotype and I wish that we could recognize another form to communicate life satisfaction to each other. It offends me highly and we all end up miserable.

You might hold the pencil but I have an eraser.
 02-May-2019

I don't even get to mature gracefully. 09-Feb-2019

The boy who defined my sex was a Jehovah's Witness and my cousin. I was his sex obedient from age 8 to 18 (when he bored of me.) He took my sex while I was asleep as I woke to a dry and cold orgasm.

I gave him a hickey the night before he wed his first 12 year old bride. When I came out to him at 16 he used the moment to remind me that I should never mention having sex with him and his brother (they were straight) and that he had a penchant for children. It was a chilling moment. Five wives under the age of 13, countless children, countless cover-ups from the family and the church and innumerate weddings that my cousins and I forced smiles for. I was a Jehovah's Witness too but I quit because they couldn't cohesively answer "why I couldn't celebrate my birthday."

The monster tired of his wives at the age of 18. The family joke was that they woke up. The reality was that he violently possessed them. He gained sympathy and property of his children and was regarded as a great father because the children seemed overly physically attached to him. He carried them around like monkeys. He was the only one allowed to touch them. The family celebrated every child marriage and birth like it was holy. He was a beloved violent boxer.

When I told my mother, she was flabbergasted. All boys do that. I snitched on the family. Bullshit! Get over it! Family first! Do not discuss this with your sister (the saint?)

My cousin was a teen heartthrob. The mothers gushed, the women flirted and the girls were overcome. He was a Puerto Rican with blue eyes, freckles and red hair that cascaded in the wind. What I saw was the guy from Mad Magazine with a diabolical edge. Women are funny. 06-Feb-2019

We shouldn't even discuss the environment until we save them first. 15-Jan-2019

To the pods that continue to complain that service doesn't understand english...

...even with a barrier they are performing a job we are too spoiled to do and how the fuck do you order a taco? 06-Jan-2019