PULSE …. “United Forever …. Fundraiser Tomorrow …. July 3 ….”!!

It Is What It Is


~~July 2, 2016~~ 


These were Leigh’s own words the weeks after the Pulse Nightclub shooting

His show is on at Hamgurber Mary’s in Orlando every Saturday.

Leigh was shaken and emotionally spent like all of us in the LGBT community.

I know it is a rough weekend to do this …..
But, just in case … please come see us.

MANY STARS of our Hamburger Mary’s Team this Sunday!

This will be HUGE!
Carol Lee, Chavela Belleza, Kirk Hartlage, Erika Dunlap, Ginger Minj, JB Burgos, Jeff Jones, Maya Andrews Nicky Monet, The Broadway Brunch Crew, The Minx, Tia Devine and more ….
This is a personal message.

Hope you can make it.

~Leigh Shannon~


Tomorrow, July 3, a fundraiser has been organized at the Cheyenne Saloon in Church Street Station, downtown Orlando.

All are cordially invited.

We hope that many are able to join the group and celebrate…

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Melissa Etheridge …. ‘PULSE’ …. “Anthem for Our Sorrow …. “!!

Orlando, my home, my family, my heart!

It Is What It Is


~~June 16, 2016~~ 


I just found out about her song this afternoon.

We all know how soothing music is at times when the heart aches.

We are hurting in Orlando.

It’s been a long week.

At this time, all I have found is the song in SoundCloud.

It’s a beautiful, amazing, heartfelt song.

As soon as she publishes a YouTube video, I will post it.

For the time being, click on the link provided below and listen to the lyric of this powerful song.

An anthem indeed!



The legendary out singer initially wrote a song about Orlando to make herself less scared and angry.

But putting it out into the world, “feels like holding someone’s hand.”

Melissa Etheridge had just rolled into New York City on her tour bus Sunday mornin, June 12, when she heard the news about Orlando.

Like most…

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Tree tales


Ds 💜works

For me, trees have always been the most penetrating preachers. I revere them when they live in tribes and families, in forests and groves. And even more I revere them when they stand alone. They are like lonely persons. Not like hermits who have stolen away out of some weakness, but like great, solitary men, like Beethoven and Nietzsche.

In their highest boughs the world rustles, their roots rest in infinity; but they do not lose themselves there, they struggle with all the force of their lives for one thing only: to fulfil themselves according to their own laws, to build up their own form, to represent themselves. Nothing is holier, nothing is more exemplary than a beautiful, strong tree.


When a tree is cut down and reveals its naked death-wound to the sun, one can read its whole history in the luminous, inscribed disk of its trunk: in the…

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