“Love is patient, Love is Kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not prideful. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs.
Love does not delight in evil but rejoices in truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.” 1 Corinthians 13:4–7
That’s one definition, but I think it’s a lot more than that.
Love moves the father out of bed at 4:30 am to head to the plant so he can provide for his family.
Love moves the mother to give…
Until a few weeks ago, I worked at a high school in Texas as an American Sign Language interpreter. Being born and raised in California, my educational experience was very different from that of the young minds I saw every day. But one shared experience was the daily reciting of the Pledge of Allegiance.
As an interpreter, the expectation is that when my consumer (the word used for Deaf clients) stands, I do the same. This is true for concerts, speeches, and presentations. …
As a soon-to-be 32-year-old gay man, I’ve been blessed with many life-altering experiences. Getting called “faggot” for the first time at 11 destroyed my confidence with peers. The first time I watched porn at 13 changed me because it planted the seed for my body dysmorphia. At 14, I was told I would burn in hell for all eternity for the first time, and it made me despise organized religion. So, I decided to turn my back on faith.
But three life-changing moments came from deeply traumatic experiences. At the time, I considered each one the most devastating thing to…
I spent all four years of my high school career in marching band and color guard. As the only guy on the flag spinning team, I couldn’t help but stand out from the crowd. I was the target of a lot of ridicule and bullying in school, but I felt protected when I was on the field with the team, safe in the melting pot of ages and personalities, perfectly blended and tamed to create visual and audible art.
Whenever people make fun of the marching band and color guard, I always roll my eyes and brush them off. If…
I ended up in rehab less than one year after starting and have been in and out of 12-Step meetings until this year. Even with the pandemic and only one sober friend, I have been able to comfortably live in 2020 without any real fear of relapse. So much so that I’ve been able to live across the hall from a couple that actively uses.
It was not a fun conversation when their guest knocked on my door at 7 am in April during the lockdown.
ParTying, for anyone that doesn’t know, is when gay men meet online, through apps…
I don’t watch the news, I don’t have a TV, I just reactivated my FB two days ago and only go on to post things I am deeply passionate about. Instagram is still deactivated, and I just made a Youtube channel four days ago.
I also just made a TikTok account and have the notifications turned off. I only listen to three or four podcasts, and I have in-depth conversations with the people I love and care about. People who I respect and admire. People who lift me up when I’m feeling down. …
The one inescapable truth of 2020 is that life looks different today than it did one year ago. It doesn’t matter if you’re a billionaire or living in a homeless shelter; COVID has permeated every facet of life. No one was left untouched.
I have seen so many people lose jobs and not be able to afford rent. I’ve also seen some people make millions of dollars. I’ve seen the best and the worst come out of people very near and dear to my heart. …
I see you there, huddled in the corner, knees to chest, head down.
Pouring ghost tears from your heart, terrified to make a sound.
Wishing only to be left alone.
I see you, living behind invisible walls
each brick made from the pain of life.
Too hurt and tired to tear it down
Staring at graffiti messages tagged by small minds and empty hearts.
The lies they left becoming your truths.
I see you fighting demons.
Doubt, guilt, shame, regret
Four horsemen that ruthlessly decimate
and apologize for nothing
I see you; a beautiful rose wilting
Too timid to…
Day 2 of the social media detox, and I’m feeling great! I didn’t even have the urge to go on Youtube!
I’m being to realize more and more how social media drastically lowered my self-esteem. When I would scroll through my feed, I would see people I’d met once or twice and find myself envious of their life. It seemed so much more put together than mine.
Mind you, I’m a 31-year-old, happily single gay man who’s beginning to get established in my career. I have manageable debt, consistent income, good credit, and am responsible for only myself.
Daily Meditation — 11/6/20
Isn’t life wonderful when the sun is shining, everything is going right, and you don’t have a care in the world? How life rolls out the red carpet, and nothing can bring you down.
Yeah, that’s the good stuff.
But as we all know, life doesn’t stay clear skies and smooth sailing every day. We always get storms. Sometimes they last a day. Other times they last for years.
Some storms come in the form of lost jobs, a child passing, drug addiction, abandoned dreams.
But what storms do is remind us that we need the…