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My incredible partner Kelsea Hector is helping to raise money for the local women’s center. 1$ 5$ 10$, whatever you can spare, help us get there!
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Repost with your earliest childhood crush from film/tv.
I can’t see the cookies face yet, so it’s hard to tell if they are into it.
Dear Blue Sky. Life is a bit rough right now. If anyone would care to send me 10$ for a pack of cigarettes it would be appreciated. Because stress is eased by hard work, caffeine and nicotine.
Sometimes for your mental and spiritual health you bust out the interpretive dance moves when listening to WAP.
My Spiritual Journey:
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I would love to hear some of your stories sometime.
This is my pet snail. His name is “Chester”.
Today I got to have an incredible conversation about Punk Theology. If you have an hour to listen, please do.
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For those of you who came out to your parents, and they didn’t react well, do you have any tips for the grieving process? I know I’m not living for them, or dressing for them, but it still hurts. And I’m not in a hurry to see them because of it.
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Had an incredible conversation with Dr Wheeler tonight and I’m excited to bring Punk Theology into Public Theology.
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Had an incredible time getting to see Pet Me tonight!
I’m now 3 weeks ahead on reading for public theology in the fall. Time to read some of my own stuff before school starts.
The way I see it, we are all beautiful unique flowers, and sometimes we may not be wanted in one garden, but I know we can find home in another garden. One likely much more vibrant than the one that found you a weed.
Myself, my children, and all of you deserve that. At a bare minimum you deserve to be celebrated and supported in the things that make you more whole.
And to not be loved “differently” but to be celebrated for the things that make them the unique individual they are.
I want for my children what I want for myself. To find community and family, both by blood and/or chosen, who support the wholeness of their being. To hold space for the complexity and sometimes contradictory nature of their being.
My children, are not my children. They are their own people, who will grow into their own adults. All I want for them is to live as truly as they can into themselves. Gen Z gives me hope for that too.
And I am sure the waves of grief will come and go, but I am also sure that I’m not rushing to be put in a situation where who I am, is something you disagree with and so you love me “differently”.
I’m too old for this. Too old to suppress the things that make me happy, to make some people more comfortable.
I never thought (or maybe I did) where people I loved would not “agree” or support the things that make me feel more free, or whole. And for a few days I was devastated. And then I thought I’m not going to make my self smaller for anyone anymore.
