Don’t patronize those that only want our money!
Cheryl Gross: https://www.saatchiart.com/account/artworks/
I blazed back to the blog this week because of this article:
Advertisers Fleeing LGBT March!
Please scroll down and see it. When I started asking the vendors if they had “pride” for gays and what were they “actually doing” for the community? How the Truvada guy was so uncomfortable with my question he called security? And security took me aside and frisked me completely, including a butt crack and dick squish? He said the poor drug pusher (making billions of dollars at gay’s expense) was uncomfortable with my questioning. Remember that?
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Bomb Plot against gays in Germany
Nigeria hunting gays
Gays removed from United States Census - we don't exist
As Nikki Barua, a National Gay and Lesbian Chamber of Commerce Certified LGBT Business Enterprise owner, once said, “Visibility creates awareness. Awareness leads to acceptance. And widespread acceptance ends discrimination. You can’t change hearts, minds, and attitudes if you are invisible.”
Census by The Advocate
Every single day the estimated 1.4 million LGBT business owners whose interests NGLCC champions create jobs, innovate industries, and contribute extensively to the economic health and vitality of America. It is for the good of our country and the entire global LGBT community and economy that we never allow prejudice to diminish the tremendous contributions LGBT citizens make.
Report from the Chechnya gays that got away
Chechnya Staff fearing for their lives
Russia’s most famous campaigning newspaper said on Friday it had appealed to the Kremlin to protect its staff after Chechen clerics said the paper faced “retribution” for alleging that gay men in Chechnya were being tortured and killed.
Novaya Gazeta published an article this month which said authorities in the majority Muslim southern Russian republic had rounded up over 100 gay men or men suspected of being gay and tortured them. It said at least three of them had been killed.
What makes it OK for heterosexuals to say these things? How degrading! Stop saying this:
- What a waste
- Which one of you is the man
- He’s gay, but he’s cool
- You don’t seem gay
- Are you sure
Gays can't play biblical figures? Not even in a comedy? Grow up!
We Queers have to stop with the self hate, fine pride!
Why do hetero women think it is ok to act horribly and party in gay bars? Thank you Ru Paul for speaking up!
“Check yourself before you wreck yourself,” Ru says, adding: “You know, this is an important thing: People who live in the mainstream and the status quo think that everyone else is there to serve them.”
One good thing? See Little Ashes:
I hope the above gets you at least thinking... open those sleeping eyes out there! This is really happening! It isn't an alternate truth. It's real and there's video evidence.
Escape in Seven
Seven. Seven minutes. Only Seven minutes
The length of time it takes to make sand of a mountain
The most significant number in the bible
Seven, the dripping, dripping, incessant dripping, like gonorrhea
Seven days from infection to confirmation
Holding my breath, waiting for validation
My sponsor said, "Wait seven minutes"
“Seven, only seven, just sit on your hands"
Sitting, like ticking, like dripping, incessantly calling
A seven minute reverberating promise I can’t bear
“In only seven minutes your body chemistry is new”
“You can wait seven minutes”
I can’t wait seven, or six, or even five
The counting, ticking, dripping, my mind in anarchy
The second hand is contraband to futile pursuits
A carousel ride grasping for brass
The prize is escape
Enticing, summoning, plagiarizing, until the inevitable defeat
I reach, swing, miss, give up
Hear a deadbolt clunk in place, locked out
I’ve heard it so often, it’s romantic
Can't breathe, push chest up, draw chest down
The ticking, ticking, ticking resumes
I need seven drinks, seven beverages, seven ways to escape
But there is no actual hydration for me there
Yet in a world desiccated by drought I'm compelled to return
A celibate desiccant hand to bucket
I wait like salt for a cavity to fill
Each day dryer than the last
Yet I “know” it will fill
I can never wait seven minutes, the void is so deep
The waiting, waiting, wanting does nothing to fill the well
I contemplate giving up pouring
I have to deafen to the siren's echo
Stop hoping to draw
But I continue to speckle snow across mountaintops
Wing my dusty rope back and forth, waiting
Back and forth, waiting, watching dust, and fiber blow off
Excite in the sun
Water doesn't advance to the well
Too slow, too parched, this day always comes
I stare into space and give up
Release the rope, let go the pail
Wait as it hurtles into the exhausted well with rope flailing behind
Whipping back and forth, the snapping sounds like dripping
Drips like the Siren’s echo, dripping, dripping, dripping, calling
I'm emaciated and beguiled
I don’t know when I’ll see nectar again
My body screams from every single cell – “escape”
Cheeks, forehead, earlobes, ears
The surface of the sun
Limbs smolder and waste to ash
Breathe in, breathe out, wait seven
There must be a molecule of condensation to rehydrate, I search
The world is full of actors on soapboxes without framework
Sound bites off a spin of the radio dial
I'm parched; I beg, gulp, and gasp
Then I hear it, the Siren's call
Drawn, I step onto a box at the well, it warns me, creeks, cracks
I don’t exist off the box, and my heart escapes, lifts from my chest
I grab at it, but each swing sends it further toward the abyss
Softly floating, to and fro, back and forth, feather light
I give up, wait for a splash
Pray for surf
Surf, I've heard it only from a shell to my ear
Wait, and wait, and wait, for the Siren's echo to take my heart
Depleted, I turn away, lean against the well with my hands under my seat
Close my eyes, count to seven
Until I escape