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I’m Back! Even If You Didn’t Notice I Was Gone…
I Marched In a Pride Parade: I Needed This
My joy, which died last November 5th, was resurrected from the dead today
Did you know you can die and not realize you are dead? Your joy dies. Your spirit dies. Your hopefulness dies. Your positivity dies. And you walk around a shell, an automaton going through the motions, perhaps pretending you are hopeful and happy, just putting one foot in front of the other and getting through each day. Nevertheless, you are dead.
You don’t realize that you had died until you come back to life. I came back to life today when I marched in a Pride Parade in my blood red MAGA town. I remembered what I had forgotten: Love always wins. If, that is, you understand what “winning” means, and it ain’t a game, points on a scoreboard, a boxing match, or an election. It is being a human being at peace in your heart, instead of being the walking dead (not the TV show; you know what I mean).
No, I have not been resurrected as Pollyanna. No, I’m not going to tell you everything is going to be fine for us LGBTQ folk. I’m not stupid. I’m just not dead anymore. I got my mojo back, and nobody is going to rain on my parade.
