Happy Sunday! Today, I will briefly talk about a question that I’ve received since I came out over ten years ago that still gets asked regularly and hasn’t irritated me any less. “So, are you the man or the woman?” This question has many different meanings behind it. It derives typically from people who identify as straight, and additionally not aware of the LGBTQIA+ community. I always take a peaceful approach to the situation, as I am aware that some people don’t know the boundaries of what is okay to ask somebody like me. Here is my short answer: “I’m a man.” Usually, when this question is asked, it’s related to bedroom talk. Who is giving/who is receiving. The first point of my answer is what I would also tell people. It’s none of their business. What I choose to do behind my private life’s closed doors is only the business of myself and the person I choose to be with. People would then assume that if there were feminine qualities in a gay person, they would be considered the “woman” in their eyes. Again, most people are wrong. It may come as a surprise to you, but gender has no right or wrong definition. Even the most butch or masculine people may be a little more on the submissive side. And even the more feminine individuals may have a preference to be more of the dominating type. I don’t want to go too much into detail since this is a conversation that can be had more personally, and I do have a lot of allies that I don’t want to make anybody feel uncomfortable with forcing bedroom talk. Even in regards to just relationship structure, you may be surprised that what you assume their qualities would be translatable in how they handle themselves in a relationship. Don’t assume. What I will leave with you is this. I am a man. I identify as one. I have male parts. I prefer he/him preferences. Who gives a hoot what my choice is. Just because they are not your idea of “normal,” meaning a straight couple, doesn’t make me less of a man. If you see somebody with a different gender identity or preferences, it doesn’t make them less of who they want to be. So I am going to cut to the chase and tell you an even shorter answer if you have any curiosity to this question if you know of somebody who identifies as LGBTQIA+: “It’s none of your business. Stop asking.”
On a different subject, my debut novel, Cardinal Rules will be making its debut on March 12th. There will be an upcoming post with a summary of the plot and cover. Keep yourself in tune with my blog by joining me every(sometimes every other) Thursday for my Horror Movie Beatdown, where I will be breaking down movies. I will summarize, humorize, and maybe even crystalize(not really) a select film from my gay point of view. Trust me. It will be a lot of fun! Also, if you have any topics you want me to discuss on my Sunday posts, which tend to be on the more serious side of LGBTQIA+ issues, reach out to me in the “Contact” section of my website and drop an email on what you would like for me to talk about. I try not to go too deep into the talks…I’m just getting you all warmed up! Stay horrific!
This is a new series of the blog that will be Movie beatdown! We will talk all things with horror movies and television. We will cover everything from slashers to slayers. Beheadings to bitches…I’ll talk about all of it!
This breakdown is going to be one of my favorite horror films of all time, “The House on Sorority Row.” Now, the purpose of the beatdown is to dissect these movies, so if you don’t want the movie spoiled…don’t read the content below. This breakdown is like Wikipedia…just with more pee. You have been warned! If you don’t have time to watch the movie and would like a quick synopsis, then keep reading and let me tell you all about this movie from my gay eyes. It’s like a synop-sis!
The House on Sorority Row (also known as House of Evil in the United Kingdom) is a 1982 American slasher film written and directed by Mark Rosman, produced by John G. Clark, and starring Eileen Davidson and Kathryn McNeil. It was released in 1982. It didn’t make too much in the box office but has later developed a cult following and has been labeled as one of the greatest slasher films of all time. This movie is a staple in my collection. I watch this movie a lot, especially when I am feeling under the weather.
Without further ado…let’s get to the beatdown!
We start the movie with everybody’s favorite horror cliché… “A dark and stormy night.”
The filter of the flashback is heavily blue, since they didn’t want to pay the extra money to hire younger versions of the characters. They had to make the old lady appear young with the excessive blurry blue filter. Trust me, you are not fooling anybody! After one stressful minute of labor pains (which is normal for delivery, right?), she was asking the doctor if she could see her baby. The doctor apologized for a terrible problem. It cuts to her doing another lovely movie cliché…the helpless cry in terror of “NO!!!!!”
Then we cut to the introduction music on a summer afternoon sounding like lovely flute music with a touch of Panic at the Disco. Trust me…if you watch this movie, you will know EXACTLY what I’m talking about.
Seven sorority sisters – Katey, Vicki, Liz, Jeanie, Diane, Morgan, and Stevie – celebrate their graduation ceremony at their sorority house, located at the far end of a sorority row. Katherine, the main character played by Kathryn McNeil starts to pack her belongings with her mother, struggling to figure out what she wants to do with her life. No time like the present to figure that out after pulling your hair out with four years of college! She was convinced to stay by the villain-esque character, Vicki who is played by Eileen Davidson, who later went on to play in your favorite cheesy daytime soap operas. The girls needed help to set up their graduation party at the sorority house.
Their celebration is interrupted by their domineering house mother, Mrs. Slater, who denies the girls’ plan to throw a graduation party. The girls, led by Vicki—scorned because Slater slashed her waterbed(which, by the way…who brings a waterbed to a sorority house?!) when Vicki covertly brought a boyfriend into the sorority house—devise a prank: They steal her walking cane and place it in the house’s unused outdoor pool and force her at gunpoint to retrieve it.
The prank goes according to plan at first with blanks being fired to trick her do go into their disgusting pool that Mrs. Slater never had cleaned in years…I’d rather swim in a septic system than the water that was in that pool. It eventually went awry when Vicki inadvertently shoots Slater since there was one bullet with the blanks, who appears to be dead. The girls agree to hide the body in the pool until their party ends, though Katey and Jeanie are reluctant. This part was a ‘wtf?’ moment because they just wrap her in towels and blankets, which with science…makes anything sink in water!
At the party, we are starting off with a band playing groovy music, which is one of my favorite things with a classic horror movie…dancing montage! Then we cut to an unidentified figure stabs a random man walking in the woods with Slater’s cane through his neck killing him instantly. Meanwhile, after finding guests attempting to enter the pool where drunken guys try to throw girls in…classy! Once they break up the shenanigans, the girls realize that if the pool lights turn on, Slater’s body will be revealed. Vicki asks Stevie goes into the basement to disable the breaker, where she is brutally stabbed to death by the killer, only showing the shadow silhouettes of the murder. Very convincing! Later, the pool lights come on much to the girls’ alarm after three boys try to jump in the *cough* clean pool water in their tighty whiteys, but Slater’s body is nowhere to be found. GASP!
Deciding that Slater must be alive, the girls begin searching for her after the party comes to a close. Morgan enters Slater’s room where Slater’s body falls on her from the attic hatch. She blacks out and awakens to getting water in order to awaken her. With the drunken persona that she plays, she wishes for something stronger, like most sorority party girls. Overwhelmed by the attack by the randomly placed body, Morgan runs to her room to be left alone.
Vicki suggests hiding the body in the old cemetery, Katey was the only one who objected to the plan and wanted to call the police…like any rational human being would do. The other girls take the body outside without Katey’s assistance and against her wishes. In the attic, Katey discovers children’s toys and a dead caged bird. It looked just like a very qualified place to trust your children for daycare if you ask me! We cut to Morgan, who *surprise* was having her nighttime beverage before subsequently stabbed with Slater’s cane from behind in her bedroom as she became distracted and somewhat amused with the jack in the box that appeared on her balcony. Katey finds the jack in the box later and noticed a life-sized costume of the jester looking eerily accurate to the toy.
Diane goes to an outlying garage to start the van to transport Slater’s body, but is murdered by the killer who breaks in through the sunroof, being stabbed repeatedly in her hand as it cuts away to her constantly screaming.
Shortly after, Jeanie who is played by Robin Meloy, was keeping watch for anybody who would catch them transferring a body, was suddenly attacked by the killer. She runs to safety in the house and finds Katey, tells her that Mrs. Slater’s cane attacked her. Katey runs to find help under the impression that Mrs. Slater is still alive and on a rampage, while the killer breaks in and causes a funny chase scene with Jeanie…because when you are running for dear life, you twirl constantly as you find a place to hide, and repeatedly fall to the floor like a moron! She runs into the bathroom to hide in a stall. Luckily, the person before her flushed so there was no additional worry of being murdered next to poo! Showers begin to get turned on, causing a hot and steamy scene (wait…wrong genre…this isn’t romantic…I don’t know why the killer did this!). The killer breaks into the stall and pins Jeanie to the wall and uses her knife to decapitate her.
Meanwhile, Katey finds a medical alert tag on a necklace belonging to Slater that fell to the ground when Jeanie was attacked. She calls the number and is put through to a Dr. Beck, who comes to the house. Reluctant, to telling him the truth, she conceals the truth and only went looking for answers. The two later discover the bodies of Stevie, Morgan, and Diane in the pool. It looked like Hannibal Lector’s dream soup!
She then reveals the sisters’ secret of Mrs. Slater’s accident. Meanwhile, after finding Diane missing, Vicki and Liz decide to drive to the cemetery without her to bury Slater’s body. When they arrive, both girls are killed by the assailant. Liz’s throat was slashed by the cane from behind as she attempted to pull the van closer to the hole at the graveyard that they dug. Well, at least they know that they didn’t need a college degree to become gravediggers! Vicki was stabbed repeatedly by the assailant after discovering Liz’s body. Dr. Beck accompanies Katey to the cemetery, where they find the bodies of Vicki and Liz, as well as Slater’s body still in the back of the van.
The two arrive back at the house, with no police in sight after being promised by Dr. Beck that he contacted them. He forcibly gave Katey a sedative at the house…not a COVID vaccine. Dr. Beck reveals that Slater had a son named Eric who was deformed and mentally underdeveloped thanks to an illegal fertility treatment he had given her, and that he probably witnessed the girls kill Mrs. Slater. Dr. Beck uses Katey as bait so he can capture Eric and cover up his crime. He forces her to sit in order to lure Eric towards her in order for Dr. Beck to tranquilize him. She hallucinates some pretty knarly visions of her sorority sisters dancing…one of the side effects of a COVID vaccine (maybe he did give her one. I mean, she is ESSENTIAL to the storyline!). I want what she has! It looks like some crazy stuff!
Once distracted, Katey manages to run away to hide, while completely drugged up. Eric arrives and hacks Dr. Beck to death while Katey searches for Vicki’s gun, which does not fire. She flees to the bathroom and finds Jeanie’s severed head in the toilet. She gave this funny expression as if she didn’t remember eating that! It wasn’t Taco Bell!
Horrified, she climbs to the attic to prepare to defend herself. She hallucinates again in her state of panic, before being attacked by Eric, now wearing the clown costume.
She shoots at him repeatedly…missing him at only five feet away. Not only is she not socially distancing…but she is a terrible shot! Just kidding…the gun was still loaded with blanks. She knocks over Eric’s toys, distracting him, then uses a pin attached to a doll to stab Eric numerous times and he falls through the attic door to the floor below. Katey believes he is dead and rests from exhaustion. However, Eric opens his eyes as the film ends, leaving Katey’s fate unknown. Then we cut to end credits where we once again hear the lovely Panic at the Disco flute music. That crap will never leave my head!
The reason why I love this movie so much is the cliches that although some people may not like…I do! I also love the character archetypes of the reasonable protagonist, the drunk, the rebel, and the followers.
Now, lets get to the handout of awards!
The Haunted Hunk award goes to Peter! I didn’t mention him at all in my review, since he wasn’t really in the movie. This film predominately featured the sorority sisters. Any of the male characters only had minutes of airtime…so Peter by default wins. He was pursuing Katey as she kept becoming distant with her hunches that something wrong was happening throughout the movie. He appears drunk during most of the film as he keeps trying to pursue Katey, and then later distracts Dr. Beck when trying to capture Eric. So, you win this time Peter!
The Killer Slay award-aka best kill-is going to go to Jeanie! She died the most gruesome death, and the scene was set up to be hot and dangerous!(que the Ke$ha song!).
The Basic Beheading award-aka worst kill- is going to Diane! I personally love Diane’s character in the movie. She was witty and smoked a good chunk of the time. Since all you see is her hand being stabbed and then her screaming like a chicken…I have to give it to her. Come on, Diane! Die better!
Rating 9/10 *********
I would give this movie ten stars if the quality of kills was a little more thought out. I do give high remarks due to the commitment of the character acting. There weren’t really too many duds of actors where you are like, “really? You casted them to play the role?!”. The only character they could’ve casted better was Morgan. She was unconvincing as a drunk, and you could barely understand the four lines they gave her when she wasn’t caressing a bottle. I do love the cheesy death scenes in movies, and I am forgiving of the quality of deaths. After all…this is 1982! You can only work with what you got!
If you have seen or heard of this movie…comment below about what you like or dislike!
That is all for the first beatdown! Hopefully you enjoyed my gay AF review. I will be posting these recaps as often as I can! I will be at least doing these bi-weekly. You may be lucky enough to get them weekly. It will just depend on the workload with my writing. Next post, we will be dissecting “Happy Death Day”! If you don’t want to be spoiled…do your homework and watch it ahead of time, so that you follow along with my synopsis and understand the humor I attach to horror. If there is anything you would like for me to add in my beatdowns, have movie suggestions, or even have any feedback to give me, go to the “Contact” section of my website and shoot me an email.
Don’t take my comments or humor too seriously. After all…it’s just HORROR! And horror is sooo gay…right?
This is a new year with (hopefully) positive changes. Lots of great things are in store for you all! I have plans to keep growing my author platform that everybody will enjoy, not just LGBTQIA+. If you have any ideas or comments on what you would like to see, please reach out to me or comment on my posts, and I will take them to heart. I am working hard to reach out to an all-inclusive audience and merge horror with gay issues. With that being said, let us dive into this week’s topic.
New years resolutions have been something that everybody can relate to. It’s something that we all are guilty of trying at the beginning of the year and something that we all admittedly failed at doing in some way or another. Whether you want to be more active and lose a certain amount of weight after scarfing down holiday treats, quitting a habit such as smoking or drinking, or even saving money to make a huge purchase. Now, I’m not saying that these goals are not obtainable. I know plenty of people who are successful with committing to their resolutions and can bask in the glory of their successes from their hard work and dedication. I don’t want to discredit those individuals. Congratulations on sticking to your plan!
For most people, when they pick a resolution, they choose something incredibly challenging that would cause them to quit at a certain point. As important as it is to challenge yourself to become better by committing to a task, the reality of the situation is simply this: adulting sucks! Most people have the same monotonous life where it can, at times, become hectic. It isn’t easy to lose a high amount of weight to commit to going to the gym to work out every day when you have a family to take care of. Your workday might’ve been very tough, and you may feel like you want to go home and watch your favorite movie and eat your favorite snack to unwind. You may have an emergency that would cause you to spend that hard saved money to get out of your rut, resulting in impeding your goal to make that big purchase.
My message to you is a few things:
Set small goals. Treat your end goal as if you are climbing the giant mountain of your life. It is hard to explain this analogy without pictures, so bear with me. Climbers go up a section of the mountain, and once they reach a certain point of the day, they must go back down to allow their bodies to acclimate to the pressure. They camp out for a period of time before resuming. This is something they commit to until they eventually reach their end goal of the top. Think of that while you are trying to accomplish your goal. Don’t set an unobtainable goal that seems unrealistic. You are setting yourself up for failure right off the bat. This is one of the biggest reasons why New Year’s resolutions are more than likely not seen through to the end. Make small goals, and then celebrate those small victories (this part is a must!) before moving on to the next goal. Reward yourself with accomplishing the goals. When your potty training a dog, you give them a treat when they do the right thing by not soiling themselves on your lovely and expensive flooring, and you’re acknowledging their commitment to trying to do the correct task.
Acknowledge the fact that you may fail. We live in a society where if you don’t accomplish your goal, you are a failure, and that you should give up. This is not the case! Remember that the city of Rome wasn’t built in a day. If you make a goal to quit smoking and you are doing very well at giving up this addictive habit. Suddenly, you cave and have one after a tough day or if you were socializing with your friends. Don’t just throw your hands in the air and say, “Screw it.” Recognize that you may have had a slip and tell yourself that it’s okay. Also, give yourself the discipline to say to yourself that you may have fallen off that horse, but you will need to get back on it at some point. Hold some sort of accountability that you will need to get back on track. Otherwise, complacency will kick in, which is another common reason why resolutions are not accomplished. The other part of this point that I want to mention is that you need to recognize that you will be outside your comfort zone. It is daunting to change something about your day-to-day lifestyle and charge forward wholly. There will be doubts. When I challenge myself, especially when I was writing my novel, there were times that I struggled with doubts. I won’t go into details about those specifically. I use a quote whenever I tackle something outside my comfort zone, and I use it as a daily practice. “Fear Conquered Nothing!” It is a mantra that I use to push myself even though I may or may not succeed; it’s about trying your hardest.
Find a support system and reach out to them if you’re struggling. I know that this may be hard to believe since we are all guilty of being too much in our heads and relishing our problems (sometimes too often), but you are not the only one who is having it rough. You are not alone. Everybody has tough days, struggles with adulting, or is dealing with mental issues. They may not be committing to the same goals or resolutions as you are, but you can relate to how bad a day you are having. Sometimes, venting to somebody is all you need before you can brush off the dirt and move on. Also, reach out to your close friends and family. They are essential in your life for a reason. You can’t accomplish any goals alone! Sometimes, you need that particular person to tell you that you are good enough and that you can do it…so use them!
In closing, I also want to say one more opinion regarding resolutions. I have mad respect for those who choose to do it and either succeed or not. Change only should happen when the person is ready to embrace the change. If you are not prepared to challenge yourself, then don’t fall into the pressures of New Year’s traditions. Be ready to set those goals when you are prepared to. If your mind is only halfway into the challenge, then you may have already set yourself up for a loss.
Well, that is all I have for you today. Stay safe and keep challenging yourself to be better!
Please reach out to me in the ‘Contact’ section if you have any other topics you would like for me to talk about or anything you would like to see more of with this author platform.
I am taking a bit of a break for the holidays, so I will keep this post short and sweet. The end of 2020 is almost here. It has been a long and tumultuous road for all of us. Among the personal challenges that I will not disclose to respect everybody’s opinions and viewpoints, I can highlight the main challenge that we all have faced was COVID-19. Maintaining social distancing and integrating aggressive hygenic habits to keep safe and healthy has been challenging. There is always a blessing in any troubling situation that you are faced with. It may be tough to look past the hardships to find any sort of blessings or silver linings. For me, the best gift was to sit back and reflect on my life. I tackled a bucket list item for me to write a book. Before I went into fashion, I always wanted to be a writer. As a teenager, I would write many stories in hopes that they would become something bigger. I quickly gave up on that dream because I didn’t see myself as successful or developing any sort of a career out of it. I also had anxieties about finishing a story that people would like or appreciate. Over the summer, when I was typing the first draft of my manuscript, I faced those voices in my head with those same doubts. I kept questioning myself if this is something I should do or if people would take my writing seriously. The one thing I did for the first time in my life was believing in myself and this book’s vision. That voice counterbalancing the negative voices in my head was the reason I did this novel in the first place. I always wanted to show the people who look up to me that you can accomplish anything in your life if you believe in yourself. I know that it sounds a little Disney or fairy tale-esque, but it is a more challenging practice than they make it out in the movies. My commitment to this project brought out a more creative and resilient side of me that I never knew existed. I am proud of myself for that lesson I’ve taught myself for 2020. I am thankful for the love and support I have received from the writing community, horror community, LGBTQIA community, and my close family and friends. I will never forget the love and support I have received through the emails since I started my journey. This is a commitment that I will be sticking to: by writing inspiring stories to hopefully influence a brighter tomorrow for the gay and weird kids that don’t feel like they have a place in this world. Let’s put 2020 behind us, and feel proud of our accomplishments, and commit to allowing 2021 to better ourselves.
On a lighter note, stay tuned for updates on my debut novel, “Cardinal Rules.”
Also, please reach out to me if you have any topics you would like for me to discuss to allow this blog to elevate to the next level. I have other ideas on what I will add to my website, additionally from my weekly posts.
Hello everybody! It is Christmas time! That means gift shopping, hectic meal prepping and cleaning, cheesy holiday movies on television, and most importantly,…family time. On the topic of family, some people, regardless of who they identify as, don’t have close contact with their blood relatives. That could either be by choice of the individual or the family member. They could’ve had a disagreement about an opinion or just who that person is in general. In other cases, it could be the unfortunate circumstance that the family member is no longer alive, and they have passed on. Regardless of the status, I’m going to touch lightly today on the importance of family values. Now, I was blessed to have most of my family embrace me for who I am at the minimum level of respect. I will admit that some of my family don’t see eye to eye with me due to other personal issues that I will not disclose on this blog (that is for me and them to settle on our terms). I find it difficult for these people to see where I’m coming from as a person, aside from being LGBTQIA+. It’s a tough pill to swallow that the disagreements that we do have are not empathized from my perspective because these family members are straight. I don’t fault them…it’s just the reality of the situation. RuPaul once said in an episode of Drag Race: “We as gay people, we get to choose our families.” That quote has a massive amount of accuracy. Ever since I’ve been an adult, I have encountered friends and colleagues that embrace my unique self and look past any flaws. They also take the time to understand where I’m coming from as an LGBTQIA+ person. I have been very fortunate to surround myself with all of the love and positivity that, at times, my blood relatives are unable to fulfill. For those who know me personally, I am a very loyal friend. I have the backs until the very end with those who have mine. We hang out; we laugh, sometimes cry…you get the picture. I wouldn’t be here today without the support of those special people in my life. And if you are one of those people reading this passage, I want to say that I can’t thank you enough! Suppose you are somebody who has been disowned by your family. I know there are individuals out there that are unfortunate. My heart breaks for you. I genuinely hope that you have at least that one friend or colleague out there that unconditionally loves and cares for you. And I hope that there will be one day where your family notices the authentically fantastic person you have become and feels sorry for the successes you have accomplished without their support. You are loved! If you know somebody who is dealing with these struggles, reach out to them. Tell them that they are cared for and that their existence is valued. You never know that the person you work with may be struggling with their personal life, especially in these dark times. Happy holidays from my writing corner! Be safe! Be merry! And most importantly,…be loving! I want to underscore what I said before…I’m not saying my blood family is horrible. I’m just saying that I’m lucky to have the chosen family that I have to help assist when the blood family cannot be there for me in my times of need. Also, I want to apologize for my short post this week. I have been putting the finishing touches on the manuscript for my debut novel. I am 99% done! Details will be released in the coming weeks with title, plot summary, release date, cover, etc. Very exciting things are coming up!
In horror movies, numerous motives influence a damaged person to put on a mask and slaughter people. They could’ve been abused, traumatized, or even woke up on the wrong side of the bed. In the real world in today’s society, murder is boiled down to one primary motive that scares many minorities. Hate. Hate is such a strong word, and personally, I try not to use it when I talk about somebody I may not agree with or like. Hatred towards the LGBTAQ+ community has gone back to decades of killings and crimes. If we go back to 1998, Matthew Shepard was picked up at a bar in Wyoming and was taken to the middle of nowhere to be beaten and left for dead. In 1978, Harvey Milk was assassinated by somebody who wasn’t comfortable with his direction in politics. In 1993, Brandon Teena was raped and murdered for trying to live life as his authentic self as an openly transgender male. Let’s not forget the more recent events of the Pulse nightclub shooting and the continuous murders of our transgender brothers and sisters. In 2018, it was reported that out of the 7,120 attacks on file, roughly 1 in 5 of those were due to hate crime towards somebody based on sexual orientation or gender identity. People live, and people die…I get it. It’s the cycle of life, and we all have our expiration date. But we should let natural causes determine that, not the disagreeing opinions of somebody who may disagree with the lives that we live. And though people may have opposing views on the LGBTQA+ community, there are other ways to express it. When in doubt, don’t talk about it. Audiences get entertained by the gore and killings of over the top characters in slasher movies. The reality of the situation is that these killings happen regularly and do not involve the “jock” or the “stoner.” These people are somebody’s spouse, child, sibling, or even a role model/leader. When they take these innocent people’s lives away, they are also damaging everybody in their lives that they value and love deeply. Hate also doesn’t mean to kill. It could also mean saying a slur such as ‘faggot’ or ‘dyke’. It could also mean defacing a same-sex couple’s property or an establishment, such as burning a rainbow pride flag or keying a car. Over the past five years, ever since gay marriage became legal in the United States, discrimination and negative opposing opinions have increased towards the community. Somehow, the equality of something as simple as marriage has struck a nerve with individuals and makes people feel uncomfortable. Some individuals use religion as an excuse to treat LGBTQIA+ members with disrespect. In Christianity, there may be verses that may be against the community. However, those people should let God be the judge of that. And, in most cases, those Christians are violating other parts of the bible, being hypocritical or “praying for forgiveness.” I grew up in the church and read the bible thoroughly…Most of those people do not follow the word of God 100%. In all religions, the foundation of their beliefs is to love everybody equally and treat your neighbor with respect…What happened to following that? I have also had conversations with people who may be “in the middle” of this issue. They would say something along the lines of, “I don’t have any problems with gay people, just don’t throw it in my face.” Yes…me holding my husband’s hand is shoving it in your face, but the trashy couple in the corner has a man with his hand down his girlfriend’s pants, fondling her butt! The gay couple at the clubs are having a slow, romantic dance. The straight couples are grinding their bodies all over each other…practically dry humping. Sounds fair….right? I understand to a certain extent that individuals have opposing opinions on multiple issues, and it is damn near possible for them to change. This country has flourished throughout history based on people having different viewpoints and opinions. Do I think it’s fair? No. But it’s the reality of the situation. However, I will conclude this statement. People may believe in their opposition for everyday people like me, who choose to live authentically and proud. But your belief is just that…a belief. My existence and every person within my community…their existence is a reality. If you oppose the rights of the LGBTQA+ community or even any community in general, think about the hurt you are causing to these people. Think outside of your backyard and take a walk in their shoes and feel their pain, suffering, and anguish. And if you cannot see eye-to-eye with the groups you disagree with and still don’t believe in the equal rights and dignity you have, then maybe you should place the Ghostface or Michael Myers mask on your face to cover the hate.