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Don’t despair as authoritarianism marches around us. A shift may come soon, as the realization spreads that blue states contribute the lion’s share of resources funding Trump’s mad theater of destruction.
From spider bites to homelessness to HIV, one New Yorker turned his pain into purpose — helping others find shelter, recovery, and hope.
Anxiety, like fog, has a way of settling in when the future is unclear. For many in our community, uncertainty isn’t just an occasional visitor — it’s a persistent companion.
Today, I looked at my husband with lust. I haven’t done so in a long time. We were in the pool. He stood in the shallow end with the water at his waist. The sun was on his face and beautiful gray hair. He is so handsome. Nothing had to happen as a result of my feelings, but it was a great treat to re-experience the hunger.
My favorite blog (other than the ones that I’m in) is Joe.My.God. (www.joemygod.com), an online digest of LGBTQ and other news told with a decidedly progressive slant. Joe Jervis, who created Joe.My.God. in 2004, is still at the helm of what is perhaps the most popular personal blog about LGBTQ issues in the world.
During an absurdly obsequious, 3.5 hour televised “cabinet meeting,” Donald Trump said he can “do whatever he wants as president,” and suggested that Americans might support him becoming a dictator.
Fort Lauderdale Realty Group, led by veteran broker Brian Neal, is helping investors take advantage of one of today’s most powerful wealth-building tools: Opportunity Zone real estate investment.
I was born and raised in Fort Lauderdale, Florida — sheltered, bookish, and without the language to describe what I felt inside. As a kid, I always played the “dad” when my sister and I played house. I didn’t know why — I just knew bows and dresses weren’t for me. I wanted cornrows, Jordans, and basketball shorts. Eventually, people called me a tomboy. Still, I didn’t yet know what LGBTQ meant.
When the Supreme Court decided Obergefell v. Hodges in 2015, many of us cried tears of joy.
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