Category Archives: LGBTQ

Far-right US pastor becomes first person banned from Ireland under exclusion powers | TheHill

What this dangerously delusional “pastor” says about Jews and LGBTQ folks is beyond the pale. That Ireland had the good sense to bar his entry into their country is one blow against the normalization of this lunatic’s beliefs. Anderson is a dangerous and mentally unbalanced man, and his having a stage to spout his nonsense is akin to a patron yelling FIRE in a crowded theater. And remember, Anderson’s “church” pays NO taxes, rather we the taxpayers subsidize his bullshit.

Source: Far-right US pastor becomes first person banned from Ireland under exclusion powers | TheHill

Transgender Woman Attacked

This is the kind of crap that results from Trump, Pence, et al, denigrating transgender citizens. Their general hostility toward the entire LGBTQ community is unacceptable. They own this shit. Source: Dallas police investigating vicious ‘mob’ attack of transgender woman caught on video – ABC News

Whitman: I Saw In Louisiana A Live-Oak Growing

The following poem is believed to have been written in the Spring of 1859. The homo-eroticism in these few lines is astounding, more so given the era in which it was written. Much of Whitman’s poetry had references to men and his attraction to them. 

I Saw in Louisiana A Live-Oak Growing

I saw in Louisiana a live-oak growing,
All alone stood it and the moss hung down from the branches,
Without any companion it grew there uttering joyous leaves of dark green,
And its look, rude, unbending, lusty, made me think of myself,
But I wonder’d how it could utter joyous leaves standing alone there without its friend near, for I knew I could not,
And I broke off a twig with a certain number of leaves upon it, and twined around it a little moss,
And brought it away, and I have placed it in sight in my room,
It is not needed to remind me as of my own dear friends,
(For I believe lately I think of little else than of them,)
Yet it remains to me a curious token, it makes me think of manly love;
For all that, and though the live-oak glistens there in Louisiana solitary in a wide flat space,
Uttering joyous leaves all its life without a friend a lover near,
I know very well I could not.