I am neither Pagan nor Gay. I don’t march in Pride parades. I write blog posts viewed by very few and FB statuses. I do stand beside my friends, ALL my friends.
Makes me that much stronger
Makes me work a little bit harder
Makes me that much wiser
So thanks for making me a fighter.
Christina Aguilera, “Fighter.”
Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only love can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that.
Martin Luther King Jr.
I remember it like it was yesterday. I’ve blogged about this before, but today: I feel my friend standing behind me. Skinny. Blond. Troubled. Bullied. And now, gone. But I feel him, and I remember the first time I stood up for someone. It wouldn’t be the last.
If for no other reason, I loved S.W. for his tenacious refusal to stop eating lunch in the cafeteria. I will never fully understand how bullying plays out in other regional arenas, but y’all: in the South it is brutal. All our mommas knew each other, got their “hair did” together…
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