Pride Month Rant

People are so damned disappointing

Every day you learn about some awful thing someone does to someone else, or some institutional crap that makes you want to forsake nonviolence and shake a lawmaker. These things build up in my psyche and I try to find ways to cope, like doing what I can to show my acceptance of all people and beliefs (even the ones that upset me), speak out when I can do so safely, and lead the kind of life that I can be proud of.

Love is in danger these days

Yesterday I snapped and got angry and sad and upset and deeply disappointed to learn of a blatant and horrifying act of brutality against a gay family right here in Texas. I guess I shouldn’t be surprised, since I’ve lived in this state since 1997, but I do get insulated from hatred like that by hanging around with so many like-minded people. Of course, I know there are bigots out there and that my LGBTQIA+ friends and family experience subtle and not-so-subtle affronts as they try to live their lives. But, I don’t see the hate myself very often, which lulls me into a false sense of okayness.