Do you remember when......

[Stone-Butch]

Ahh that perfume scented outhouse of my youth. Cold water from the latest rain barrel with the metal dipper. Cold chamber pot on my little butt in the middle of the dark night. Hearing father get up and get the wood stove burning to cook and warm the house. Mother scurrying to feed father and make a lunch for him to go to workin the early morning light. Going to the cellar door and watching mother go down the ladder to the well in the floor right next to the coal bin. Playing on my friends swing and flattening an old milk can with my shoe so run and make noise. Till once we came HERE, I hate here. Running water, ice box, bathtub, flush toilet (don't let it take you down). Cars, noise, people , all new to me. School I did not understand the teachers stoic position. Children who teased me and took my mitts my grandmother had knit for me and put them in the icy snow . I guess just because I was new and they could. Never happened to me before but seemed like a daily happening. Late for school and strapped OMG, first time in my life I had been hit in anger. It turned me and stayed with me. Yes I remember when.

[Kätzchen]

Remember when …..

Claiming your sexual orientation was seen as a badge of courage flying in the face of hostility???

I’m not sure when PRIDE events became officially accepted in America but the Castro district in San Fransisco was something everyone could read about and experience via photographers documenting brothers and sisters displaying publicly our relationships with people we share our lives with.

Here is an amazing press release provided by CNN today: https://www.cnn.com/interactive/2024...phy-cnnphotos/

[Stone-Butch]

I remember in Toronto back when there was only Butch or Femme or just gay. Stone Butch always existed but not spoken about as everyone could recognize what they called a hard butch and a soft femme. I kissed a girl when I was 12 yrs old and never looked back. Boys were good for hockey and touch ball. Other than that no need for them. I remember when having a car meant you got a lot more dates. (saved and first thing I bought, a used car). Rock and Roll was all they played and Chuck Berry and Little Richard hit the lights till Elvis came along. Ahhh yes, I remember when.

[Kätzchen]

Remember when people used to plan big family get-together’s with kin-folk during the summer? Back in the day, our family would plan a big get-together at a destination in our home state (backyard party) and we would spend an entire weekend boating on the lake or having a horseshoe or badminton tournament or spend an entire afternoon in the kitchen cooking up a huge family dinner for everybody (40+ people, complete with cousins!).

[Kätzchen]

Back in the 1960’s how Marvin Gaye used his musical talent in songs to teach American’s about environmental concerns…🎶

I remember when doctors and nurses in America founded an organization to go help people in the world who had nothing: no doctors or nurses to care for those needing medical help and those who cared about women being mistreated in country’s that practice cruelty toward women…

I remember when our American government and its officials cared about the status of ordinary American’s needing a reprieve from the cruel tax and pay structures that limit a person’s mobility to achieve any sort of meaningful economic benefit to actually enjoy life.

I remember how people used to care about the lives of their own families and their neighbors next door and how people cared about electing honest people to elected office of duty.

I remember (…)

[Happy_Go_Lucky]

Remember when we used to never end your sentence with a preposition?

[Kätzchen]

People could sleep at night because we had a brilliant Constitutional Scholar and Lawyer elected to office. OBAMA







We didn’t have to worry about how to get an abortion after being violated sexually.

We didn’t have to worry about a felon destroying the pillars of American Institutions that serve THE PEOPLE.

We didn’t have to live in fear of being arrested for not being white and shipped off to some billionaire wanna-be’s private prison where they slowly torment you to death.

We didn’t have to listen to a bajillion lies daily.

I Remember (…)