Can We Talk About Our Okayness?

Can We Talk About Our Okayness?

My parents gave me one great gift. They never said a racist word. Not one. I didn’t realize until I was older just how rare this was. The only time there was even a hint of something being said, was after my dad retired. He began listening to Rush Limbaugh. We were...
A Bare Minimum Christmas

A Bare Minimum Christmas

This isn’t my first Christmas of doing the bare minimum. I have been working on this for a few years, and I suppose one of these years it won’t feel so uncomfortable. It’s a little strange to not be all jacked up right now, hurrying here and there, making lists for my...
I’d Rather Hate a Man than be Disappointed in Him

I’d Rather Hate a Man than be Disappointed in Him

My title, “I’d rather hate a man than be disappointed in him,” comes from my dear friend, Lenora. Actually, it comes from her daddy. Growing up in the Northeast, my experience was, children called their fathers “daddy” up to a certain age and then transitioned to dad....
Drag Queens and Proud Boys

Drag Queens and Proud Boys

When a friend from high school is a drag queen, the idea of men dressing up as women and performing shows is normalized pretty quickly. I’ll call my friend, aka The Great Fabu, “Joe” to give him his privacy. In sixth grade, Joe wrote me a note asking, “Will you go...

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