Feminist Follies
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Sign for the Times The sign I’m talking about is a peace sign. It is tapped over your heart. Or flashed like the old hippies did it. You can give it a try right now. It’s a sign to everyone, but cis het men, that I’ve got your back. I am lucky enough to have
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**Please let me know in the comments if you prefer Non-Cis Het Male (Identifying) (N-CHM) or GBTQIA men or alphabet mafia (though redundant for most of our community) or something else I am from the Irish Nolan line. That is where I trace my ancestry. Nolan means battle cry or shout, in Gaelic, and I
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I am in a rare position of seeing religion through the eyes of my agnostic and atheist parents, who taught me world religions. Our ancestors from Ireland brought our Catholicism with us during the diaspora caused by the potato famine. But those in my family believe in the ways of Christ, not the hatred that
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The Rural Red (Republican Party) has been plaguing the Democratic Party for decades now. I have heard from many people that they would move into rural areas if they weren’t so Red. But they don’t become Blue unless we move there and turn them Blue. Nobody wants to be the first one into a racist
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I told you I’m on borrowed time and it’s true, I have a terminal disease with a 20% fatality rate. It’s called bipolar. It used to be called manic-depressive. Twenty percent of mostly untreated or treatment-resistant bipolar people kill themselves. Here I want to sincerely thank Kody Green, schizophrenic hippie, for sharing his day to
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