Brian McNaught has been an author and educator on LGBTQ issues since 1974. Former Congressman Barney Frank said of Brian, “No one has done a better job of chronicling what it’s like to grow up gay."
Early this morning, a body covered with a white sheet lay on the sidewalk next to the Publix parking lot. Apparently, a pedestrian was hit by a car. I don’t know the person’s age, but I assume they didn’t wake up thinking that today was the day they would die.
“What do you guys do for fun?” our Service Dog trainer asked as he and I walked Sebastian.
When I have an “enemy” who was once a friend, I feel diminished. I recently became aware of the chaos in my soul, and it didn’t feel good. I felt stuck in old dramas that disturbed my sleep and troubled my day.
Diversity, Equity, and Inclusion (DEI) trainings are essential for every employee to feel distinct, equal, and included. I had the great privilege of designing the first DEI workshop on LGBTQ issues in the workplace in 1986, and ended up training many thousands of employees throughout North America, England, and the Pacific Rim.
Is this not a picture that captures pure and total glee?
“Oh, tell me sweet Jesus, I really want to know. Will there be gay people in heaven, and if there’s not, who in the hell wants to go?”
Last night I tried to pull in my stomach where the surgeon had made one of five incisions a month ago. I had spinal fusions from L3 to S1. It’s a painful operation and a challenging recovery, but I’m making progress daily due in no small part to laughing with Ray.
The consensus of scholars is that Donald Trump can’t yet be labeled a fascist, despite his undisputed megalomania, buffoonery, and willingness to do anything to win. He has no concern for the common good, only for people and policies that enshrine his name and further fill his pockets. His flirtation with the U.S. becoming “a white Christian nation” is self-serving.
The hospital room was dark. Visiting hours after my back surgery were over, and Ray was by then home. I realized then that I was soaking wet in the ice water that melted from the pack they had put under my back. The sheets, blanket, pillowcase, and my hospital gown were drenched, and I was inconsolably miserable.
“And priests in black gowns were walking their rounds, and binding with briars my joys and desires.” William Blake – “Garden of Love”
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