Sweet Divinity: An Open Letter to Homophobes during Gay Pride

By : Divine Grace
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Hello, Dolls!

I am fully aware that the only thing more annoying than a sore loser is a sore winner, but you’ll please pardon me today as I gloat, full-blast.

50 years ago, the Stonewall Riots took place in New York City, and the gay liberation began in earnest. For the next five decades, we gays have struggled to be recognized as more than the second-class citizens that you detractors would have us labeled as.

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Sweet Divinity: How to hunker in a hurricane

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Here’s something you might not know about me: I have often been referred to as “a force of nature.”

For instance, this afternoon a very passionate young lady handling the phones over at the electric company referred to me as an “irrational shit-storm” when I asked her why my home was not considered a “priority” the same as the hospital up the street. WE ALL KNOW THAT MY ELECTRIC RAZOR IS A MEDICAL NECESSITY. I even offered to fax over the photographs my proctologist took as proof, but she would have none of it. (By the way, did you know you can find a reasonably priced proctologist on Craigslist?)

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Sweet Divinity: The circus

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divine graceThe last time I attended a circus, I was 10 years old and Ringling Bros. was promising everybody a chance to view a “real-live unicorn.” The unicorn turned out to be a goat that somebody had managed to deform in such a manner that it had only one long horn. I was able to locate a passage that explained how this is done:

“Goat horn buds are only on the skin when born. The inside half of each bud was reattached in the center of the forehead, swapped so the curving would grow inward and make a straight horn.”

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Sweet Divinity: Old Angst Song

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Hello, Dolls.

Well, here we are at the end of 2016. And what a ride, am I right? Usually you have to go to IKEA or Auschwitz for this kind of excitement, but this year has landed enough suffering onto our bruised collective lap to feel like a hysterectomy performed by a steamroller.

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