Friends are indeed God’s way of apologizing to you for your family.
I can’t speak for everyone but this kind of crap, medical and insurance, seems typical of hatred of transgendered and LGBT people, or maybe it’s just me. I’m insecure enough to wonder sometimes. It’s been a year of terrible, if curable, heath issues, rotten insurance problems, and then missing the Irish Rovers because I was sick, again. I don’t know if it’s a plus or a minus that I’m used to this.
June 1, Pride Month: I checked on my ‘I love my gay son’ sign and reglued a few things, to take to the Pride Parade in Seattle this weekend. [Robyn was working in Virginia.] I get more stuff tossed to me with it than without it. I can carry it upside down with the sign part in a tote bag, so I won’t get beaten up, er, I mean, s
