last year i had somebody ask me to buy life insurance in order to “protect” them if i died. i said no way, i have watched lifetime movies, you buy a guy life insurance and he’ll try to kill you before the next commercial break. dude said “you’d have to be alive a year before i could collect on you” which is not exactly “baby baby baby i can’t imagine life without you!”
i don’ t have life insurance to protect anybody. my kids know where the change jar is and nobody else seems to be inclined to be protected. but this commercial which has been airing on my thai soap operas makes me want to go to thailand and buy some!
after watching it, i gotta ask–
my superhero ashton flew away last night. he was five years old. he had battled cancer for the past several months. he had endured a stem cell transplant and lived at the dayton children’s hospital and then at cincinnati children’s hospital with his mother erin.
ashton’s father passed a number of years ago and so i would like to believe that he will be there to greet ashton in the city of remembrance that exists.
i have such admiration for this friend of mine! prescott seymour is a drag queen living in new york who works under the stage name sutton lee seymour. he is part of the seymour family, which is the most admirable family on earth because they share every holiday, sunday dinners, etc. with each other. even the exes. and their kids. and stepkids. and futures.
meanwhile, my friend works under the name sutton lee seymour sometimes. and he had this to write:
I have to tell this story, and please know it’s not praise I’m looking for. It’s change!
I was at my subway stop last night heading to my show, “in face” but in boy clothes. I do this for physical comfort, not from fear of being gay bashed. But last night I encountered a homeless man who decided to scream at me with hate once he saw my face (btw, I looked really pretty last night). I never really encountered this before.
I wasn’t afraid of him because he was on the Queens bound platform and I was on Manhattan bound platform. But he kept screaming, so I moved. But he wouldn’t stop.
And then something just hit me, I needed to do something. I considered going to the MTA folks in the booth but opted against that. Instead I left the subway station and went to the Dunkin Donuts and bought a cheddar, egg, sausage sandwich, a banana, a donut, and a bottle of water. Btw, nobody seemed bothered by my stunning face.
I went back up to the platforms, going to the Queens bound side this time. And I found the homeless man. And yes he did start yelling at me again. And I shut him up saying…
“This food is for you. Please eat up and remember it was a ‘faggot’ who decided to love you instead of ignore you today.”
And he didn’t do anything for a minute so I just left the food in front of him. And then he said thank you, which honestly surprised me because I was expecting more hate. And I left for my platform with no slurs coming from the man. And my train pulled up as I got back over and I saw him eating. And I headed to my show.
I realize that maybe this was risky, but there’s still so much hate out there that we can’t ignore it or fear it. And we can’t change hate with more hate. Only love. Will this change that man forever? Probably not. But I’m certain he won’t forget. At the end of the day, there are people who still need help. And hopefully, that man will think twice before he starts gay bashing. That’s my wish.
if you’re reading this, you’re a friend. or my exboyfriend. and if you’re erin carley and you’re reading this, you need to know you’re someone i’m praying for. erin has helped me through the last year and a half which has pretty much been the worst i’ve experienced. i only hope in some small way that i have returned the favor. because her worst year and a half makes my crazytown stuff seem like a jennifer aniston sitcom.
erin’s son ashton has cancer. he has had a stem cell transplant but his body is rejecting it.
i don’t know where you are about prayer. i sometimes feel like God doesn’t listen to me because the cacophony of prayers from six billion folks has got to be pretty intense. but i suspect that God wants this boy to have health, strength, and peace. so if you are indeed a reader/friend could you do a powerful act of prayer by asking the archangel michael to intervene?
from cincinnati children’s hospital, all the positive energy in the world. wouldn’t it really be cool to have prayer make such a difference?