the Foxy Muppet

Hello again Readers! If you thought I was done then guess again. I have decided it is time to write about the topic that caused me to start this blog. I first addressed this issue in a public RuPaul's Drag Race fan group shortly after the events in Orlando. After carefully crafting my post I went to bed and then to work the next morning. During this time my post became a heated conversation and then was deleted before I even signed back into my profile to hold any sort of discussion. It seemed that I had touched a nerve, which was all the confirmation I needed to know I was starting something important.

I have been thinking about life a lot lately. My life, loss of life, the purpose of life, the afterlife. I have had a near death experience, but until recently I had been spending all of this time thinking about death rather than life. It was the events in Orlando's Pulse Nightclub that triggered thoughts about life for me, and every act of violence since has only made me more aware of the degraded state of our world. In thinking about life, I find myself understanding more about the world around me and other people's imagination. I now better understand how different styles of art and music came to be, how to experience and savor different emotions, and how to be the person I want to be in this world. Patrick Wolf's song "Accident and Emergency" reminds me very much of what I have been going through as a person and has become an anthem for this reason. The most beautiful part of this is how much like a child Patrick Wolf is, which is precisely what I intend to sh

I spent my childhood split between small towns in America, specifically Oregon. I was born in Southern Oregon and lived in a mobile home park until I was 6, at which time my family moved to the Northwest Coast. These towns always made huge festivals out of the 4th of July, bigger in some ways than any other "National" holiday. In Southern Oregon, these spectacles were closely followed in scale by Memorial Day parades. People came out in droves to show their support for this country, and on the coast there were plenty of late night parties with expensive food, cheap beer, and fireworks over the ocean. My parents flew an American flag that was supported by a flag holder on our porch. For many years this meant it was right outside my window.

The rainbow flag. It has long been a symbol of Pride, encouraging diversity and love. It has shifted, evolved, and become varied in ways to meet specific needs within the overall Queer community. I really enjoy seeing everybody flying their own flags. I recently did research into the original 8 colors of the first Pride flag and meditated on the colors and meanings in order to make the symbol stronger for myself. I found myself walking away with a stronger sense of Pride, a better identification with gay history, and a more general sense of balance. I thought it would be good to share this meditation technique. Regardless of your gender and gender identity, I support trying out this meditation technique to enrich your life.

Let's dive into this, shall we? Today is June 16th 2016. We are still vibrating from the massacre at Pulse nightclub. I feel a fire I haven't felt since I was Cupcake Jay and telling my bittersweet tales in a former blogger life. I recently made online statements about the condition of our community and was met with an unusual response. "Who are you to be the voice of the gay community?" My initial post was apparently so controversial that it was hidden and I was censored beyond being able to respond. The desire to have a permanent voice that can't be silenced is why I have returned to this medium. I'll go into detail about more of these things over time, but for now I would like to bullet point my authority.