Broken Lives Matter

Look at me, my Lovelies! I'm taking steps to bring awareness to my community, endeavoring to ensure that we are not the next group forgotten:  <iframe src="https://www.facebook.com/plugins/post.php?href=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.facebook.com%2Fgay.equality.5%2Fposts%2Fpfbid02y1kjwBTnnxM2HHZNw5YBLaYjyeuY82DvySyUWTHuH6fXcZyjUtxXqTuLcANhD7hwl&show_text=true&width=500" width="500" height="590" style="border:none;overflow:hidden" scrolling="no" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen="true" allow="autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; picture-in-picture; web-share"></iframe>

 Hello Lovelies! I was scrolling and thought we all needed a little dose of Bitty and Beau's. Fun fact; the 9 of Hearts supposedly symbolizes emotional growth:  https://www.facebook.com/reel/9188384154588746

Hello lovelies! Today is gorgeous. The blue sky and sunshine put one in mind of summer. The snow and icy temperatures tell the real story. It is still the Winter of our discontent. With the state of the country, my heart goes out to everyone shoved violently out of sight. I know what it's like to be the unseen. One of the jokes I tell people is that "going invisible" is my super power. Sometimes people I've known for years walk right past me. Or I can disappear within my tiny condo and it feels unoccupied. Not that I'm trying  to be small, necessarily. It's more a defense mechanism when the time is right. Changes in policy lately have meant that going invisible for one's own safety isn't even a choice any more. Some people are just invisible. To those without a sense of humanity. These days I've become a bit of a zealot about making the "invisible" people visible, if it is within my power. I don't have that many tools at my disposal y...