Since the dawn of time, humanity has stared skyward at the reddened moon.

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You rise like a blood-red sun over India
Radiant heatwaves through the cosmos
Summer triumphing over winter
I feel your warmth baptizing my body, seeping into my soul

Here I shiver
Heatwaves of enlightenment pierce my consciousness
The dance of seasons
Another heatwave, another summer
another autumn, another winter
Linger for a spell
Shimmer away the summer
Lose your troubles deep in flowing water
Heat will fade as night grows deeper
Eclipse can meet you in the middle of your winter

Sit and shimmer
Bask within Eclipse’s summer
Like the water, life will go where it goes
Always forward, ever flowing, waves…


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When I was 19 years old, I had just lost everything and been forced out of the home for being gay. Whatever earthly possessions I had were the few things I had been able to flee the house with and stash in the trunk of my car.

I got on I-95 north and with everything that was in me, I drove north with the intention of getting out of the South and never looking back.

The CD that I had on repeat at the time in my car stereo was “Circus” by Britney Spears.

As the intensity of the title…


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I see you

an ember glowing crimson, sparking into flame

licking around the edges of your wood and twig constraints

Write yourself free

I see you

Aurora borealis snaking north

your dance burns electric wonder

in a crystal arctic sky

Write yourself free

I see you

tiny drop of water

racing creekbed to river

River to the mighty sea

Write yourself free

I see you

ballet dancer

blisters on your feet

Still your body births a rhythm

Write upon the floor your syncopation

Write yourself free

I see you

child who knows no help is coming

the grownups have never…


Amid this period of isolation, we grieve for what was and stare down our palpable sense of emptiness.

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So many of us right now are feeling it — a cruel, nagging, cold feeling that keeps descending into our awareness during this isolated period, alerting us that something tremendous is lost from our lives. As one of my friends put it, “I wasn’t going out and socializing or even dating before quarantine. But the idea, the illusion that it was always an option I had on hand — that was comforting. Now even the illusion has been stripped away.”

As difficult as our present set of circumstances are, as much as we’re all worried about money and security and our long-term outlook, we actually have a remarkable opportunity at present to go ahead and — are you ready for this? — lean into and let ourselves encounter that empty feeling.

Ordinarily there’s plenty to keep us occupied, to keep us from facing it. What was it for you? Workaholism? Shopping…


My personal showdown with Coronavirus, alone in a Midtown Manhattan hotel room

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Sometime in February, stories began circulating of a mysterious illness originating in China. I remember hearing snippets about this new “Coronavirus” for the first time and shrugging it off. A virus spreading in a few cities in China? It seemed a world away. I don’t think any of us had any concept at that time of what truly lay ahead. Like a freight train barreling down the tracks, the speed and intensity of events that lead up to a nationwide Coronavirus outbreak — along with the subsequent series of crises it spawned in its aftermath — were simply breathtaking.

Suddenly…


There is a fine line between valid, constructive criticism and hurtful negativity. Learning to discern the two is an important life skill to master.

“Every human being is entitled to courtesy and consideration. Constructive criticism is not only to be expected but sought.”

~Margaret Chase Smith

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The musical jingle of my iPhone’s marimba ringtone cheerfully clangs in my pocket. As usual these days, I sigh a little and roll my eyes, then fish for the phone in my pocket. From my caller ID, I see that it’s an older lesbian friend of mine — we’ll call her Tanya — who is also a writer. I had recently sent her my first Medium article, “Fundamentalism Kills”, and was looking forward to her response.

“Tanya! Hey…Yeah…


He’s now a devoted Trumpette. What can we learn from him?

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The deep cold of an east Tennessee winter’s night had settled in. All was still save for the whooshing of the wind in the craggy branches of old trees outside the house. I was six years old, far away in a sound sleep under the warmth of my blankets.

A light clicked on in the hallway outside my bedroom door. What happened next is a streak of sheer terror running through my memory, but in my mind I can still relive it play-by-play as if it were happening right now.

Without any warning, the door violently burst open. Standing in the door frame was my dad, drawn up to every inch of his six-foot-tall, former college football quarterback frame. It was as if he had ceased to be human, completely overtaken by some overpowering, superhuman, demonic rage. …


In my teens and early 20s, I battled an eating disorder. It’s time for a candid discussion about body-shaming in the LGBT community.

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The rain was streaking down outside the windows of a church school somewhere in the hills outside Chattanooga, Tennessee. I was eight years old and my sign-language class just let out. Our instructor’s name was Giselle. She was in her twenties with hip-length chestnut brown hair and she wore a typical ’90s uniform: black denim OshKosh overalls with a white turtleneck underneath.

I can’t recall what our next appointment was for that day, but we were in…


Where we go from here and who we become largely depends on the actions we take today.

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In 2013, an unmarked patrol car carrying a team of plainclothes NYPD officers came upon 16 year old Kimani Gray, an African-American young man who at the time was walking home with a group of friends through the Flatbush area of Brooklyn. Two officers opened fire on Kimani, and he was pronounced dead upon arrival a short time later at Kings County Hospital.

This killing at the hands of the NYPD sent shockwaves through my community and set the neighborhood on edge for…

Daniel Lawson

This shocking gay will save you thousands on car insurance.

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