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Closed-minded Piety

I guarantee you this….

You know someone who is gay.

You know someone who committed a crime.

You know someone who has had to choose between gas and groceries.

How dare you judge anyone based on their ability to adapt the limits put on them by the abled?

If you want to help, you will heed the command to love those as yourself.

If you want to help, you will feed the hungry and house the unhoused.

If you want to help, you will stop trying to sanctify the reasons you do not.

All people have the right to the basics.

Be careful that you think you have the right to judge who does and who doesn’t.

Posted in Activism, badassery, commentary, fearless, flowers

I am NOT less than.

In 2022, women are still “less than.”

We still don’t get equal pay for equal work.

We no longer have bodily autonomy.

We are dangerously close to no longer having religious freedom – one has decided it’s their way or else (they’re a minority) and they are trying legislate it down everyone’s throats.

We are marginalized, suppressed and fed the lie that we are not whole as single entities.

We are not put on this earth to supply a “domestic supply of infants” as long as there are THOUSANDS of foster children in Texas alone.

What’s it going to take, women? What’s it going to take men/women/other that love women? Vote like your life, livelihood and future depends on it, because it does.

Rant over. Will close the comments in a heartbeat if someone decides to challenge me on my own Facebook page. I am tired of all of it. ALL OF IT.

Rant over…for the second time.

Posted in Activism, LGBT, politics


I’ve been thinking a lot about independence lately. I’ve always thought of myself as independent, though I also realize I’ve only hit that target in recent years. Independence has taken on new meaning for me in the last week or so, given the Supreme Court seems hellbent on limiting independence or taking it away entirely.

I’m actually kind of maudlin today. I don’t feel like celebrating independence when I feel it’s at the very least being infringed upon, and at the most, being removed for those except a minority who believe one certain way.

I never thought of myself as “liberal.” Now I can’t picture myself as anything but. Liberal means for everyone. Liberal means justice. Liberal means inclusive. Liberal means peace.

I can’t picture myself going back to the side that believes it’s okay to legislate morality and tells me I’m going to hell and am less than. I don’t know why anyone would expect me to either. I don’t understand voting against my own interests or against the interests of the marginalized. I belong to a few marginalized groups.

If you are not a straight, white, fundamentalist male, you are being targeted. Don’t be surprised when they come for your autonomy, too, though you believe you are on the “safe” side.

This is how democracy dies. Can we pull it back from the brink?

Posted in about shae, badassery, friends, Uncategorized

How Friends Say, “I Love You”

This is how your friends say, “I love you.”

– Did you eat today?

– Did you drink anything today? No, not coffee, I meant water.

– How did you sleep?

– Can I help?

– It’s ok to scream in my ear…go.

– Play “Eye of the Tiger” and call me back

– When was the last time you went outside?

– Take a walk

– It’s ok to stop for the day

– I miss your face

You are told every day you are loved, but it isn’t always “I love you.”

And in case you forgot:

You are strong.

You are loved.

You are enough.

Posted in community, COVID, politics

I Celebrate, Even by Myself

Today is pandemic social distancing day 526. COVID-19 is just as bad here as it was last winter, a viral fire fueled by misinformation and a variant tearing through the unvaccinated population that has chosen freedom without responsibility.

One day, those that spread misinformation and mistrust to further their own political aspirations will be held accountable one way or the other. I believe that. One day, we’ll peel back the layers and discover what made a portion of our population vulnerable to that misinformation. There are many theories, and I believe many causes. As a nation, we have much to examine and repair. Moreover, we have a great deal of healing to do.

A couple of months ago, I bought a very nice bottle of wine. Barrel aged for two years, smooth, delicious. I was saving it for a special occasion, but by the time I truly will get to share it with anyone, it will likely go bad.

Therefore, tonight I opened my aged, fine wine. I am celebrating being vaccinated, socially distanced, and safe. I know I have chosen the right path for myself and for others. I will continue the same course of action until it’s safe to open another bottle, another time, with others.