The two colors of brown on the guitar, gold harmonicas whistling and the white keys of the accordion dancing with the black. The bonds built with song are engulfed with multitudes of smiles, only at each other. Harmony ignored;...
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Today is Sunday and as a self-proclaimed Jesus lovin homo I went to church. I’ve gone to a few...
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On Tuesday I had my first appointment with the oncologist/hematologist. It’s at a pretty hospital...
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In my last post I was calling out so many of those mean gay bitches out there that carry such a...
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As a psychotherapist I get to see firsthand the wounds the world inflicts on our people and how...
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