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So it's a cuddling day I see. #terrierist #dogcuddles #whattheflip (at Honolulu, Honolulu, Hawaii) https://www.instagram.com/p/B5BPf4RFLPB/?igshid=v5k7lavduom2
What happens when your best laid plans go awry and your family has to separate for a year? Check out our story at www.theroadleztraveled.com https://www.instagram.com/p/B43Xnqml6G4/?igshid=7rbpl9uni81r
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After spending 4 months meeting online, texts, drunken texts, late night phone calls that could last hours...this was the first weekend we met face to face and would change us forever. 10 years ago, labor day weekend. She had 12 more years in the Navy to go, and still no visible sign DADT or DOMA would ever.be challenged, we were willing to take this challenge of long distance relationship for as long as needed. When you finally meet your True Love, you will risk it all, move heaven and earth to be together. That is what we did. https://www.instagram.com/p/B2HrnOKlhsq/?igshid=1xh5jj0f9yjvt
Celebrating our 6th year wedding anniversary and now we are "sharing the credit" for 1 card. 😂🤣🤣🤣 #lesbianlove #lesbiananniversary #bettertogether (at Honolulu, Hawaii) https://www.instagram.com/p/B0OnuOVFSLR/?igshid=15wel5pebrnl0
Do you have your Lesbian Membership card? I do. Check out how we are furthering the Gay Agenda www.theroadleztraveled.com/lesbian-playbooks-the-gay-agenda-and-taking-over-the-world/ #lesbianlove #lesbianplaybook #thegayagenda #lesbianparenting #translivesmatter #gayisgood #bisexualpride #Lgbtpride (at Oahu, Hawaii) https://www.instagram.com/p/BylvqsllkHQ/?igshid=1u19t9dsi4p5
It was at Comic-Con, as we walked away, our friends told us about "Kawaii Kon". "Kauai Kon, like the island?" I asked dumbly. "No. Kawaii Kon, like the Japanese style for all things super cute and anime." Kawaii Kon in Honolulu has celebrated Japanese pop culture, anime, manga, and cosplay for 15 years, and each year it has increased with enthusiasm.
It was at Comic-Con, as we walked away, our friends told us about "Kawaii Kon". "Kauai Kon, like the island?" I asked dumbly. "No. Kawaii Kon, like the Japanese style for all things super cute and anime." Kawaii Kon in Honolulu has celebrated Japanese pop culture, anime, manga, and cosplay for 15 years, and each year it has increased with enthusiasm.
Piece for Emerald City Comic Con’s 2017 charity art book, “Monsters and Dames”
I bought this print recently and truly love it! Ono-mono’s artwork is dreamlike with soft watercolor layers and textures that look like fabric from a kimono.
WARNING!!!: If you are squeamish, under the age of 14, or find yourself a fragile Republican male politician who doesn’t understand the inner machinations of how a woman’s body works; TURN BA…
Like Quarters tumbling in the dryer, so are the days of our lives
Like Quarters tumbling in the dryer, so are the days of our lives
My wife had a rough day and we battled it out the only way we knew how; eating a mountain of nachos and playing games at Dave & Buster’s. Battle weary from shooting Transformers, racing Pacman and going head to head with Space Invaders, we decided to call it a night and head home.
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We never intended to be the pot stirrers of our neighborhood. Unless it’s a Potluck or a get-together, we keep our stirring spoons at home and pretty much just live our own lives. Certainly, we weren’t planning on starting any controversy among our new neighborhood. This was the first time we were allowed as a lesbian family to live in military housing, and I was trying really hard to watch my P’s and Q’s . (the Q’s were much more rambunctious!)
Our Military home in Monterey was bright and spacious, in contrast to the tiny shoebox of an apartment we lived in for 2 ½ years. Due to the recent acknowledgment of gay and lesbian spouses by the DOD on Sept. 3rd, 2013, we were finally able to acquire benefits and live in housing like real people. Looking out onto this well-manicured and secured neighborhood, brought a sense of belonging to this community. This was indeed our “movin’ on up!” moment.
Over the months, we made friends, said “Hi” to neighbors, attended raucous backyard BBQ and karaoke parties, and took our daughter to the community pool almost every day we could.
December came and we were rather slow at getting up the gumption to decorate for the Winter Holidays. We were, admittedly, “holiday slackers”. While some Pinterest enthusiasts in our neighborhood love to decorate as early as our local CVS with Christmas in July, my internal holiday alarm will hit the snooze button repeatedly until the next holiday’s approach sounds its apocalyptic bugle for “last call” for us to rally.
It came as quite a shock really when I went outside to get the mail in mid-December and noticed a sign on our porch. At first glance, I thought it was a NEX holiday flyer or something from Fleet and Family. The card stock was “patriotic” and picked out with the utmost attention to primary colors. In bold, emblazoned across the top in threat-alert Red was the word PLEASE! Followed by the following message:
“Stop displaying my national flag is if it is merely a rag wrapped around a stick! It is disgraceful! Yours has been fouled up like that for months!
Also, Halloween decorations (Jack-O-Lanterns) were supposed to have been removed no later than 2 weeks after Oct. 31st. THANK YOU!”
Living on a corner had afforded us two luxuries; a front row seat to all foot and car traffic that passed our house on the way to school as well as the seasonal winds that kick up in November and settle down after April. Apparently, we were not as stealthy as we thought. At first, I was embarrassed, thinking “We need to get our act together. Obviously, everyone else must be hiding their children from glancing at our slacker squash and furled up flag!”
I decided to take the dog for a walk to air out my thoughts about the time and attention to their anger it took this stranger in creating such personalized hate. It was during my walk, I noticed we weren’t the only delinquents of dilly-dallying on décor. We were also far from the only neighbors who had our flag occasionally wrapped around like a “rag on a stick”, and yet I saw no notes to anyone else who seemed to be breaking the rules. It was something else.
Perhaps it started back when we moved in and we placed our Rainbow flag out during June. Perhaps someone saw us holding hands. Perhaps someone saw me kissing my wife on her way in the door like so many other people do. All my insecurities began to wind around me like red ribbons around a candy cane, threatening to choke out all the wonderful memories we had accrued over the months.
While we tried to “belong” in the way that this Porch Patriot was demanding, the underlying current to their attack was You don’t belong here. We don’t want your kind among us.
First I was shocked, then embarrassed. And then, I remembered that my better half and I have a way of dealing with just these kinds of shenanigans. I knew just what we were going to do!
We snatched up our pestiferous pumpkins and brought them inside. While I seized our art suitcase and paints, my wife and I got to work googling images to create the most illustrious holiday decorations that would melt any Grinch’s cold dead heart.
Our new and Holiday improved pumpkins were returned to the porch, along with our own note, attached to the door. Finally, we exchanged our furled up American flag with our Rainbow flag and posted it firmly in its holder.
I also reported this to our local neighborhood Facebook group and added our improvements to let any other Porch patriots know we would not be going away quietly and that they had instead awakened the sleeping Gorgon of Glitter. I wasn’t sure what I expected, but we went to bed satisfied we didn’t lash out in anger in our response but made it fun instead.
About a week later, we received a note on our door. This time, a hand-written note with sincerity and compassion. “Dear Neighbor, we are so sorry someone bullied you and wrote you that nasty note. We love your pumpkins and in solidarity, we are leaving our pumpkin out too! Not all of us are mean.” These caring and compassionate neighbors not only left their pumpkin out but painted it blue with a pink equals sign on it! Later, they bought a package of rainbow flags to display, after a bigoted neighbor made a homophobic comment. We ended up re-gifting four of these flags to other neighbors and kept one.
As the rest of December rolled by, we received so many smiles and compliments from children passing by and other neighbors, we sort of let it go to our heads. My wife had the idea to make the pumpkins last through as many holidays as we could.
So, for Valentines, we had Valentine’s pumpkins, and for March we had a St. Patty’s day pumpkin. Mine caught a case of the mold, but my wife kept up with hers. We planned on re-painting the same pumpkin for Pride, but our sweet pumpkins had seen better days and their magic had already worked wonders.
Months later, we were known as the couple “with the awesome pumpkins!” and when we sadly had to pack up and PCS to our next destination, we realized how many friends we had made in that neighborhood. Cinderella may have gotten a coach ride to the ball out of hers, but our Pumpkin brought us solidarity and friendships everlasting.
Fast forward to this most recent train wreck of an election. It has been indeed a devastating blow to the LGBT community, as each new cabinet post threatens to put one more anti-LGBTQ “Porch Patriot” into a position to wreak havoc on our families and our futures for decades to come.
I felt the same insecurities begin to rear their ugly heads. There are many different Americans that are directly threatened and impacted by the latest election and there are unfortunately many “porch patriots” who seek to steal or control our happiness.
We cannot and will not shrink silently away. We will come out boldly from the best parts of ourselves and ally with others, because what a Porch Patriot wants is for you to feel isolated and that the whole world is against you. We will not believe them! We will not keep silent and bear witness to another’s pain or humiliation. I’m asking you, my neighbor allies, to continue to stand in love, keeping our sense of humor, and raising each other up into the light.
This story is dedicated to the Potters.
The Christmas Pumpkin We never intended to be the pot stirrers of our neighborhood. Unless it’s a Potluck or a get-together, we keep our stirring spoons at home and pretty much just live our own lives.
Coming Out is a Revolving Door
Coming Out is a Revolving Door
I was seven years old when I first heard the word lesbian. I was on the playground with some kids and it was hurled like a snowball with a rock in it at some girl on the swings. “Whore” was an added rock inserted tightly within the same sentence.
“What’s a lesbian?” I asked another girl near me.
“A dirty girl who loves other girls like a boy.” Was the succinct, know-it-all answer.
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Calgon, Take Me Awry!
Calgon, Take Me Awry!
I was tired. Pooped. I was done Adulting for one day. Between trying to prepare for yet another move, eternal piles of laundry, and the antics of a spastic 1 year old dog, I was ready for an escape. It was time for a woman’s 3rd favorite four letter word: (after W-I-N-E ) I’m talking about good ol’ clean fun B-A-T-H.
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Pack it in: a Den mother's cautionary tail
Pack it in: a Den mother’s cautionary tail
Dear reader, It is with great trepidation that I reveal this tale. The mere moments to hastily type this out could result in dire consequences, disturbances so great, I fear for my appendages and mortal soul. I dare not awaken the beast napping mere centimeters from my mouse clicking hand. Time has become my most prized possession and “Quiet Moments of Reflection” are the stuff of dreams and…
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Friending the Enemy
It came to me last Friday night, out of the blue, and I haven’t felt quite the same since. My wife and I had driven up to see my Mom for her 70th birthday celebration. We had cut it close to leave on time and it was a given we were going to hit traffic right at rush hour in the Bay Area. I was doing my last minute panic pandemonium routine, complete with hair moment meltdown because that “Super…
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An ADD Girl Guide To Moving
An ADD Girl Guide To Moving
It’s moving time! That glorious moment when a major shift or upheaval comes to pass and visions of U-Hauls and packing tape dance in our heads. As a Military spouse and together with my wife for going on 6 years, I have never PCS’ed before, but as a 2nd Generation ADD person, I am quite familiar with moving often, but usually with no discernible vision. The Military family moves for a purpose.…
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