Category: Love
My Shadow is Pink | Animated Short Film by Scott Stuart
There are no spoken words, just a lot of emotions expressed. A grand short animated movie. Be the change you want to see, be the person standing up for equality and the right to be who you are. Hugs. Scottie
Created by Scott Stuart.
The picture book “My Shadow is Pink” was released by Larrikin House in 2020 and has gone on to become a best-seller globally. “My Shadow is Purple” comes out May 2022.
This is the LGBTQ+ Holiday message everyone needs to see! 🏳️⚧️
Coming Out To My Italian Parents
This is four years old. But it is how a lot of gay kids feel when they try to address their feelings with their parents. The drama on the parents / dads part may be a bit over done. But a lot of gay boys are terrified to tell their dads they are gay. And the way the boy in the video reacts to even the acceptance of his father was realistic.
A sad side note. In late 1986, when I came home from the US army, after already being in the US Navy, I took a job at one of the two local gay bars. In hindsight, I wouldn’t have done so but I learned a lot about gay culture in our area at the time. Again how I met Ron the love of my life, and who with I am going on our 34th year as a couple. On the plus side at the other one I met Ron! At the time I was still living at the adoptive folk’s home from my childhood which was horrible for me. The point of this is when I had to admit to my adoptive father who had sexually abused me I was working at the gay bar he … asked me if I was … one of those … if I was gay?
Like every one of the letters of gay hurt him to say. When I told him I was, he asked me if I didn’t think I should see a doctor about it for help. He even told me how sick I was. This is a man who made me suck his dick when I was a kid, who raped me in … No, sorry not the place or time. Anyway the point is, I understand this boy in the video’s fear his father wouldn’t accept him. Even though as it seems he had a gay brother.
Anyway it is about how hard it is for gay kids to come out to family and to simply be themselves, even in a country that doesn’t have republicans trying to make their lives a living hell. We really need to let these kids be and give them a place to be themselves openly. Before it drives them to depression and possible suicide like in the video, which thankfully the boy did not do. Hugs. Scottie
SCOTUS Rejects Challenge To WA Ex-Gay Torture Ban
According to Brian Tingley’s resume, he’s led seminars on “authentic manhood” and “true masculinity.”
Before that, he wrote and produced commercials for car dealerships, bingo halls, and county fairs.
As I’ve reported many times over the years, ex-gay torture therapists often end up rejecting their work and coming out as gay themselves. And sometimes, they are arrested for sexually assaulting their clients.
Then there are the ones that are busted trolling online for gay sex, such as the nationally prominent therapist caught cruising Manhunt in 2018 as HotNHairy72.
The Alliance Defending Freedom, whose lead attorney was once House Speaker Mike Johnson, has advocated for criminalizing homosexuality in the United States and has provided free legal support to foreign groups seeking the same in their own countries.
Is Polyamory the New Monogamy?
An update to my post … Shit, shit, he knows, hell I told him. It hurts. He hugged me
Several concerned wonderful people have contacted me via email and other online ways including comments here. I want to thank everyone. Even if in my replies I stumbled a bit. But mainly everyone wants to know how I am doing and how Ron is handling it.
That night as I wrote, Ron came into the bedroom where I had retreated to trying to hide my tears. He was very gentle, moving slow enough to not startle me in any way, and rubbed my back and arms until I fell asleep. The next day that morning he was so soft with me, again trying not to be in any way abrupt with me, and even though we were rushing to get things done before his sister got here for a visit. He asked me several times if I wanted to talk more. Then she arrived.
While his sister has been here, we can not talk openly about my abuse or what I told Ron about it. It would kill me. So Ron has been finding me alone either in the bedroom or in the Pink Palace, and quietly telling me he loves me, holding me and asking if I am OK, or at night holding me close and telling me how much he loves me. At night he asks if he can hold me or if I would like to hold him. Anything to be close in a nonthreatening manner, to remind me those days were far behind me.
If that was the end of the story, I would feel better. But I have a building nervousness. After his sister leaves, he is going to want to talk. At some moments I want to … and at others I feel so much unease about it. I doubt he would want more details, and if he did I would give it, but that is not Ron’s way. But he is going to want to talk about me, how I am feeling, about what I need to move forward and heal. And I simply don’t know what to tell him. All my life until just a short time ago I tried hard to bury it, to ignore it, to deny it. Ron really understood I was suffering in 2014 when I had my breakdown and started cutting my self again while refusing to leave my bedroom. I have not even shared the details with my doctors, only telling my primary I was abused as a child and also because she noticed the fresh cuttings on my arms and needed answers before she would give me my needed treatments / medications, I told my pain doctor. Her response was wonderful and the only doctor who has done this. She inquired if she could hug me, and I told her I would like that. So we to this day always start each visit with a hug and end it with a hug. She also was the one who helped me get therapy at a cost I could afford and I have not seen it show up in any of my records.
So I have anxiety over what Ron will want when his sister leaves. But also I know now that Ron will be careful and gentle with me. But even though I told him some, I left out so many details. Should I tell him more? Do I go back to hiding everything? I am so uncertain and worried. I know I shouldn’t be, he loves me and he proved he will not hold my abuse against me, he has shown he doesn’t think I am all the things they told me I was. But still I am worried, I am scared. Hugs. Scottie
Hello to Those Who Would Lead; By Randy
Hello to Those Who Would Lead;
I am confused sir and madam:
- You told me I lived in the Land of the Free but seek to force me to pray to your God.
- You told me I lived in the Land of the Brave, but you fear the love of two men, two women.
- You told me I lived in a land of laws, yet you refuse to hold the powerful to them.
- You told me not to ask what my country can do for me, but you take hand over fist.
- You told me how mighty our military stand, yet you undermine, pauper, and deny the soldiers.
- You told me how great my country is, yet restrict education, price me out of healthcare, refuse school lunch programs, deport the homeless, ignore the mentally ill.
- You told me to love my country, then told me to hate my neighbor because he believes differently, speaks differently, dresses differently, loves differently, lives differently.
- You told me my country loves me, but I think you are a liar.
[Intro]
La-da-da-da-da, la-da-da-da-da
Da-da-da
La-da-da-da-da, la-da-da-da-da
Da-da-da
[Verse 1]
We are searchlights, we can see in the dark
We are rockets, pointed up at the stars
We are billions of beautiful hearts
And you sold us down the river too far
[Chorus]
What about us?
What about all the times you said you had the answers?
What about us?
What about all the broken happy ever afters?
What about us?
What about all the plans that ended in disaster?
What about love? What about trust?
What about us?
[Verse 2]
We are problems that want to be solved
We are children that need to be loved
We were willin’, we came when you called
But man, you fooled us
Enough is enough, oh
[Chorus]
What about us?
What about all the times you said you had the answers?
What about us?
What about all the broken happy ever afters?
Oh, what about us?
What about all the plans that ended in disaster?
Oh, what about love? What about trust?
What about us?
What about us?
What about all the times you said you had the answers?
What about us?
What about all the broken happy ever afters?
Oh, what about us?
What about all the plans that ended in disaster?
Oh, what about love? What about trust?
What about us?
[Post-Chorus]
Oh, what about us?
What about all the plans that ended in disaster?
What about love? What about trust?
What about us?
[Bridge]
Sticks and stones, they may break these bones
But then, I’ll be ready, are you ready?
It’s the start of us, waking up, come on
Are you ready? I’ll be ready
I don’t want control, I want to let go
Are you ready? I’ll be ready
‘Cause now it’s time to let them know
We are ready, what about us?
[Chorus]
What about us?
What about all the times you said you had the answers?
So, what about us?
What about all the broken happy ever afters?
Oh, what about us?
What about all the plans that ended in disaster?
Oh, what about love? What about trust?
What about us?
What about us?
What about all the times you said you had the answers?
So, what about us?
What about all the broken happy ever afters?
Oh, what about us?
What about all the plans that ended in disaster?
Oh, what about love? What about trust?
What about us?
[Outro]
What about us?
What about us?
What about us?
What about us?
What about us?
What about us?
Oh My Dogs That Love Gravy !!
Just a day after my explaining to Nan my need for order and things in their place, Ron and I got into an argument about it. It even started to get a bit ugly before we both tried to find a way to compromise, which was do it my way or take your messy shit out of my Pink Palace!
Ron lost his desk when James moved, and when James moved out he destroyed it. It might have been able to be shored up and fixed but James pronounced it dead and broke it apart. Before Ron or I could say anything. So Ron had an old book case / stand he did not want that held stuff including jars of rocks and books. They were in his way of getting other things done. So I offered a shelf or two in my Pink Palace. That is when trouble started.
He brought them in and dumped stuff on the two shelves. Some laying flat, some with the spine out and readable others not, some standing upright but all different heights. I told him we couldn’t do that and because he is frustrated at not getting his stuff done that he feels pressured to do but his bad leg is stopping him from doing such as the door construction and wall construction which need to be done before his sister arrives on the 2nd, he decided to fight me on it. I explained to him that he knew every book on my shelves in my other office was arranged by size / height, he knew that. Well he bitched what if it is too heavy for the one shelf, I replied you will brace it! Finally, at an impasse, I told him to take them out or I would dump them in his recliner for him to do what the hell he wanted, or he would help me arrange them as my desk was between the distance of the shelf and it would take two people.
He gave it some thought and now the shelf is nicely arranged. I figured out one more pink bracket would hold the books at one end, and by tilting them slightly and using the jars of rocks over the other brackets at the other end it held them nicely. All problem solved. Ron apologized and said he was just so frustrated he couldn’t do what he knew he needed or wanted to get done and I promised I would help him with it, but it was important not to further damage his leg. All is good in our home again. For now. Hugs. Scottie

