I’m asking you to pledge something simple, something human:
👉 You will not write, vote for, or enforce any law that demonizes or harms any group of people.
Yes — hold criminals accountable, but do it humanely. Every action, every policy, every “solution” must respect humanity.
The religious right tells us to read the Bible but not practice it. I’m flipping that: what if we practice compassion without weaponizing scripture?
Here’s my proposal: No law. No rule. No policy. Nothing written, enforced, or forced that harms another group of people. Period.
If a law makes life harder for trans people, Black people, brown people, immigrants, queer people, disabled people — anyone — you say no. Loudly. Publicly. Proudly.
My pledge is simple: No demonizing. Not of trans people, not of Black or brown people, not of “green, yellow, blue, or alien” people. Nobody.
That’s the oath I want to hear from the next generation of lawmakers.
Maybe I scared you when you read my last post — but I promise that wasn’t my intention.
What actually happened was something I do called the Joy Shout™. When something makes me extremely happy, I don’t just smile or clap — I scream out something else that makes me just as happy.
Think of it like happiness playing tag: one joy finds another joy. That’s how “DIANA ROSS!” and “CHAKA KHAN!” got unleashed at work the today.
The Joy Shout™ is my little survival tool in a world that’s too quiet about joy. It’s chaotic, it’s sideways, and it’s contagious.
So don’t be alarmed — if you hear me shout something random, it just means I found another reason to be happy, and I want you to feel it too. 🌈💥
I usually listen to the Michelangelo Signorile show on replay the next day. Not live. Why? Because I’m that liberal at work, and I’m scared if anyone hears it, people will start whispering behind my back. So part of why your voice matters to me is this: you make me feel brave. Like one day, maybe, I’ll hit play live and not care what anybody says.
But… I should’ve been warned.
I hit pause, play, fast forward — suddenly bam! there you were on Michelangelo’s show. And I literally screamed DIANA ROSS! The little Black gay guy at my job screamed CHAKA KHAN! I don’t know what that moment was, but apparently we’ve been knighted by chaos.
So yes, there should’ve been a public service announcement. There should’ve been fanfare. Because when you showed up on the radio, I lost it.
Thank you for everything you do — and thank you for reminding me I don’t have to hide my voice forever. 🌈🎶
I think the masked gestapo are the insurrectionists. They love criming!
Two Future Lawmakers — An Oath
I’m asking you to pledge something simple, something human:
👉 You will not write, vote for, or enforce any law that demonizes or harms any group of people.
Yes — hold criminals accountable, but do it humanely. Every action, every policy, every “solution” must respect humanity.
The religious right tells us to read the Bible but not practice it. I’m flipping that: what if we practice compassion without weaponizing scripture?
Here’s my proposal: No law. No rule. No policy. Nothing written, enforced, or forced that harms another group of people. Period.
If a law makes life harder for trans people, Black people, brown people, immigrants, queer people, disabled people — anyone — you say no. Loudly. Publicly. Proudly.
My pledge is simple: No demonizing. Not of trans people, not of Black or brown people, not of “green, yellow, blue, or alien” people. Nobody.
That’s the oath I want to hear from the next generation of lawmakers.
Just ran into my friend in the break room.
He looks at me and screams: “I don’t know why you didn’t come back!”
Meanwhile, Chaka Khan is blasting on my shirt speaker.
I had to explain — “No, no, the reason I screamed Diana Ross was because E. Jean Carroll popped up on replay. That was my Joy Shout.”
And he goes, “Ohhh… well if it were me, I would’ve screamed something different. Like Fabulous!”
See? Joy Shouts travel. They multiply. They remix.
Maybe I scared you when you read my last post — but I promise that wasn’t my intention.
What actually happened was something I do called the Joy Shout™. When something makes me extremely happy, I don’t just smile or clap — I scream out something else that makes me just as happy.
Think of it like happiness playing tag: one joy finds another joy. That’s how “DIANA ROSS!” and “CHAKA KHAN!” got unleashed at work the today.
The Joy Shout™ is my little survival tool in a world that’s too quiet about joy. It’s chaotic, it’s sideways, and it’s contagious.
So don’t be alarmed — if you hear me shout something random, it just means I found another reason to be happy, and I want you to feel it too. 🌈💥
I usually listen to the Michelangelo Signorile show on replay the next day. Not live. Why? Because I’m that liberal at work, and I’m scared if anyone hears it, people will start whispering behind my back. So part of why your voice matters to me is this: you make me feel brave. Like one day, maybe, I’ll hit play live and not care what anybody says.
But… I should’ve been warned.
I hit pause, play, fast forward — suddenly bam! there you were on Michelangelo’s show. And I literally screamed DIANA ROSS! The little Black gay guy at my job screamed CHAKA KHAN! I don’t know what that moment was, but apparently we’ve been knighted by chaos.
So yes, there should’ve been a public service announcement. There should’ve been fanfare. Because when you showed up on the radio, I lost it.
Thank you for everything you do — and thank you for reminding me I don’t have to hide my voice forever. 🌈🎶
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