What Are You Really Afraid Of?

The truth is, the only people who affect the “sanctity” of your marriage are you and your spouse. The couple next door — whatever their gender composition — doesn’t change your commitment. And, couples across the street, across town, or across the country have absolutely no control over the strength and validity of your marriage! So, what are you really afraid of? PS: Sometimes, this blog is NSFW. Proceed with caution. ;-)

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  You say I’m persistent?   You’re frakin’ right, I am!   When it comes to posting stuff about the ignorant, childish, narcissistic criminal in the White House, or defending LGBTQIA/SAGA rights (or human rights overall), or against racism, or fighting for the right (yes, I said RIGHT) to affordable healthcare, or more money for education, or to feed hungry people, or for a few more pennies for the poor instead of additional millions for the wealthy and corporations, like it says above: I can do this all day!   You call me “Social Justice Warrior,” and “Liberal Cuck,” like they’re insults, but I wear them like badges of honor!   You’re god damned right, I’m persistent!

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If you know, you know.

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Tip of the iceberg.

#GOP PEDO RING

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Make Sure Every American Knows

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Orpheus and Eurydice

By Bud Koenemund (Written: July 2026) For "Her." At first sight, beguiled by your beauty, I became lost in imagination; Creating art for you – not a duty; Rather, some blessing of inspiration. Through this privilege, I sought sacred words That would enter your ears to captivate Heart and soul, heedless of the cost incurred; For passion made me a fool; prostrated By indifference – over and again. My mournful songs echo your absence, While grief traps love in an underworld, straining To hear footsteps; finding only silence. But, unlike the tragic story myth tells, With each look back, ‘tis I return to hell.

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