BUYING A STAIRWAY?

There has been a lot of comment in recent days bout a megachurch pastor in Houston and his Prosperity Gospel. When I got to thinking about that way of thinking I was reminded of a lady in a song:

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Elusive realities… and an invitation to share your stories

Sue Vincent issues an invitation.

Sue Vincent's Daily Echo

In 1936, Country Life magazine captured this image said to be the Brown Lady while visiting Raynham Hall, England.

Whether we believe in alternative realities or not, we have no guarantee that we are not experiencing them all the time. How would we know if the man we just passed in the street is real or not? If the sound we heard in the night really is just the plumbing or the creaking of the house? How can we know for certain that the imaginary friend of a child exists only in their imagination? And what is imagination anyway, if not the gateway to another reality?

Almost everyone has a story to tell about some strange occurrence that set them wondering, gave them the shivers or brought them comfort. For many such instances there are undoubtedly perfectly rational explanations and for the rest, there is always disbelief.

Technically, I suppose…

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8 Things Transgender People Do Not Owe You

Sam explains some rude behaviors and expectations directed toward trans folk..

Let's Queer Things Up!

Nothing ruins a fabulous day for me more than entitlement.

I’m talking about the expectations placed on me as a transgender person that are never placed on my cisgender counterparts.

Take, for example, the number of times that cis folks have asked me, “Are you getting rid of…” Then, gesturing to my chest, they add, “those?” without batting an eye.

I’m not sure on what planet that’s an acceptable question to ask anyone, but it bothers me – endlessly – that so many people feel entitled to that information, so much so that they don’t consider my comfort level or privacy when they ask.

From time to time, I run into folks who – whether they’re “curious” about my existence or aren’t sure how to talk to me about trans issues – mistakenly believe that I exist as their real-life Caitlyn Jenner, a science experiment, a case study, or…

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So I might have to leave for a little while

Devon checks in.

Devon J Hall

The Universe is trying to tell me something. I am not sure what it is yet, not exactly anyways, but I know in my heart the Universe is screaming at me right now.

Last week a lovely charming little boy smashed my phone, so I had to spend what few dollars I had on replacing it instead of counselling this month. That’s two months I have not been able to pay for my own counselling. Although my mother did offer to help, I’ve come to conclusion that I need to do this on my own.

I know that I have a long way to go before I get better, and in order for you to understand what I mean by that, I need to tell you a hard truth.

It’s around this time that I found out my best friend “Poochie” died, a few years back. Whenever I would go…

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For A Moment

Insane Roots poems a moment.

Insane Roots

Sometimes I feel as though I was not meant for this world

But rather a lonely spectator

Watching in the shadows

As the lives of others pass me by

Perhaps in another time

Or another place

Somewhere between tomorrow and today

I am lost

wandering alone

among the mysteries of the universe

For a moment today

It felt like home

His touch

His voice

The way my name

Rolled gently from his lips

My knees quivering

My heart pounding in my chest

I wanted to tell him then

How I craved his skin

That feeling of passion

I only felt with him

For a moment

I felt as though I belonged

And just like that

It was gone

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Freakshow

Nicole gets a thundering ovation.

The Lithium Chronicles

I had always wanted to be
the center of attention
until I was shackled
into the main attraction
of her sideshow.
A three-ring circus and her
freak show, fisting gaping
chests and shredding hearts.
I stepped right up
and felt the twisting
of my head,
I heard the cracking
of my skull,
and I was mesmerized
when the spotlight hit
my juggled mind and I
heard a thundering ovation.

© Nicole Lyons 2017

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