After the Republican National Convention of 2016, I began posting #YouAreLoved status updates on Facebook daily as a way to invite resistance to the fear and anger that were filling civil society.
The response to these short, pithy posts from people who report looking for them for encouragement has been overwhelming, though they have not been without controversy. After making the posts increasingly private, I finally moved them off Facebook to an email/texting system as part of my OtherWise re-branding.
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Remember. You are loved!
I’ve never fit in. As far as I can remember, I’ve always made people uncomfortable.
Don’t get me wrong, I had supportive and flexible white liberal parents in the 1970s and they taught me I could grow up to be anything I wanted to be. But they literally couldn’t imagine all that would entail.
Continue reading “Claim Who You Are”
In times of stress many people, religious leaders as well as regular folk, often invoke a sense of community by calling on “brothers and sisters.” However, many people who fall into the category of non-binary gender do not identify as male or female, brother or sister. That binary language leaves us out.
Continue reading “Beyond “Brothers and Sisters””
My child is not white, so this is not my experience per se. But someone asked me today about resources for white parents wanting to talk with their white kids about race. I thought I would save the links from a quick search here. I am glad to add additional recommendations, prioritize, etc based on feedback.
Continue reading “White parents and white kids discuss race”
Every day you decide to get up and try again
Is a victory
Every day you choose Life
Possibilities open before you
Continue reading “Every Day”
I am never going to be man enough
Or woman enough
Never going to be butch enough
Or femme boi enough
To play the game
As anything more
Than an imposter
Continue reading “Never Enough”
It doesn’t start out
It doesn’t start out sour at all
It turns slow like milk
That you thought you wanted
But wasn’t needed after all
It starts out with love
It begins with intimacy
However that came to be
Who can really meet me
Continue reading “Ghosting in Place”