I’ve been silent for a while. My priorities were drastically altered for me. My plan was to slowly work myself back into a routine here.
Today is not that day. This one is coming on full force.
I sat down to begin my day and I tuned into Pride Radio to listen to the Breakfast Show with host Peter Darrant.
This morning, while entertaining as always (including trying to dance to Utah Saints at 0430 my time, and not wake my neighbours), took a turn when Peter shared a story from a young queer individual that had to move back home to shelter in response to the global pandemic that is COVID—19.
This individual described that not only were their parents homophobic, they were, what I would call, religious fanatics. This individual goes on to describe the blatant abuse that they are subject to daily.
That broke me. Filled me with rage.