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Unapologetically Political.
Fighting for People, Not Power. 🏳️🌈🎖️
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🖤 Authentic, Dynamic & Emotional Images for Couples Head Over Heels in Love! 🏳️🌈
📍 Midwest Based (SGF, KC + STL)
✈️ Traveling Worldwide
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April 28, 2025 at 4:26 PM
The fight was never against your neighbor.
It was against the ones who profited off your fear.
It was always about survival.
It was always about all of us, or none of us.
And it was always — always — about love.
It was against the ones who profited off your fear.
It was always about survival.
It was always about all of us, or none of us.
And it was always — always — about love.
April 28, 2025 at 2:53 PM
The fight was never against your neighbor.
It was against the ones who profited off your fear.
It was always about survival.
It was always about all of us, or none of us.
And it was always — always — about love.
It was against the ones who profited off your fear.
It was always about survival.
It was always about all of us, or none of us.
And it was always — always — about love.
But you can still learn.
You can still lay the resentment down.
You can still choose better.
You can still lay the resentment down.
You can still choose better.
April 28, 2025 at 2:53 PM
But you can still learn.
You can still lay the resentment down.
You can still choose better.
You can still lay the resentment down.
You can still choose better.
Your life doesn’t ache because someone else found a little light.
It aches because you were taught that your worth came from standing above someone else.
And now that they’re standing beside you,
you don’t know who you are.
It aches because you were taught that your worth came from standing above someone else.
And now that they’re standing beside you,
you don’t know who you are.
April 28, 2025 at 2:52 PM
Your life doesn’t ache because someone else found a little light.
It aches because you were taught that your worth came from standing above someone else.
And now that they’re standing beside you,
you don’t know who you are.
It aches because you were taught that your worth came from standing above someone else.
And now that they’re standing beside you,
you don’t know who you are.
You want empathy?
Try giving it.
Start by seeing the humanity you were told to hate.
Start by realizing survival was never your enemy.
Start by understanding that you were never losing rights—
you were just asked to share freedom.
Try giving it.
Start by seeing the humanity you were told to hate.
Start by realizing survival was never your enemy.
Start by understanding that you were never losing rights—
you were just asked to share freedom.
April 28, 2025 at 2:52 PM
You want empathy?
Try giving it.
Start by seeing the humanity you were told to hate.
Start by realizing survival was never your enemy.
Start by understanding that you were never losing rights—
you were just asked to share freedom.
Try giving it.
Start by seeing the humanity you were told to hate.
Start by realizing survival was never your enemy.
Start by understanding that you were never losing rights—
you were just asked to share freedom.
And if you ask me if I care that you’re uncomfortable?
I don’t.
I don’t care if the sight of someone else living freely makes you squirm.
I don’t care if someone else’s joy feels like a threat to your silence.
I don’t.
I don’t care if the sight of someone else living freely makes you squirm.
I don’t care if someone else’s joy feels like a threat to your silence.
April 28, 2025 at 2:52 PM
And if you ask me if I care that you’re uncomfortable?
I don’t.
I don’t care if the sight of someone else living freely makes you squirm.
I don’t care if someone else’s joy feels like a threat to your silence.
I don’t.
I don’t care if the sight of someone else living freely makes you squirm.
I don’t care if someone else’s joy feels like a threat to your silence.
They weren’t lost.
They were abandoned.
Not because they lied.
Not because they stole.
Not because they hurt anyone.
Because they loved.
Because they lived.
Because they dared to be whole.
They were abandoned.
Not because they lied.
Not because they stole.
Not because they hurt anyone.
Because they loved.
Because they lived.
Because they dared to be whole.
April 28, 2025 at 2:52 PM
They weren’t lost.
They were abandoned.
Not because they lied.
Not because they stole.
Not because they hurt anyone.
Because they loved.
Because they lived.
Because they dared to be whole.
They were abandoned.
Not because they lied.
Not because they stole.
Not because they hurt anyone.
Because they loved.
Because they lived.
Because they dared to be whole.
Someone’s child slept in their car tonight,
because the people who once clapped at their first steps,
who kissed their scraped knees,
decided that love had conditions.
That "family" came with terms and fine print.
because the people who once clapped at their first steps,
who kissed their scraped knees,
decided that love had conditions.
That "family" came with terms and fine print.
April 28, 2025 at 2:51 PM
Someone’s child slept in their car tonight,
because the people who once clapped at their first steps,
who kissed their scraped knees,
decided that love had conditions.
That "family" came with terms and fine print.
because the people who once clapped at their first steps,
who kissed their scraped knees,
decided that love had conditions.
That "family" came with terms and fine print.
Someone’s heart broke tonight,
because they dared to love out loud,
and were met not with open arms,
but with fists wrapped in Scripture.
because they dared to love out loud,
and were met not with open arms,
but with fists wrapped in Scripture.
April 28, 2025 at 2:51 PM
Someone’s heart broke tonight,
because they dared to love out loud,
and were met not with open arms,
but with fists wrapped in Scripture.
because they dared to love out loud,
and were met not with open arms,
but with fists wrapped in Scripture.
They didn’t deport a father.
They kidnapped him,
while the eggs were still warm on the table,
while a child watched from the doorway,
small fists pressed against a chest too small to carry that kind of grief.
They kidnapped him,
while the eggs were still warm on the table,
while a child watched from the doorway,
small fists pressed against a chest too small to carry that kind of grief.
April 28, 2025 at 2:51 PM
They didn’t deport a father.
They kidnapped him,
while the eggs were still warm on the table,
while a child watched from the doorway,
small fists pressed against a chest too small to carry that kind of grief.
They kidnapped him,
while the eggs were still warm on the table,
while a child watched from the doorway,
small fists pressed against a chest too small to carry that kind of grief.
And you believed them.
You mistook their cruelty for strength.
Their lies for tradition.
Their division for protection.
Meanwhile—
You mistook their cruelty for strength.
Their lies for tradition.
Their division for protection.
Meanwhile—
April 28, 2025 at 2:49 PM
And you believed them.
You mistook their cruelty for strength.
Their lies for tradition.
Their division for protection.
Meanwhile—
You mistook their cruelty for strength.
Their lies for tradition.
Their division for protection.
Meanwhile—
Someone’s life was ripped apart this morning,
not by chance,
but by choice—
when ICE showed up before breakfast,
not with compassion,
But with handcuffs.
not by chance,
but by choice—
when ICE showed up before breakfast,
not with compassion,
But with handcuffs.
April 28, 2025 at 2:49 PM
Someone’s life was ripped apart this morning,
not by chance,
but by choice—
when ICE showed up before breakfast,
not with compassion,
But with handcuffs.
not by chance,
but by choice—
when ICE showed up before breakfast,
not with compassion,
But with handcuffs.
Someone’s life ended in a classroom,
not because of a pronoun,
but because a boy with a gun walked through a door,
and the politicians you defend
offered their prayers to the air
and their loyalty to the ones who lined their pockets.
not because of a pronoun,
but because a boy with a gun walked through a door,
and the politicians you defend
offered their prayers to the air
and their loyalty to the ones who lined their pockets.
April 28, 2025 at 2:48 PM
Someone’s life ended in a classroom,
not because of a pronoun,
but because a boy with a gun walked through a door,
and the politicians you defend
offered their prayers to the air
and their loyalty to the ones who lined their pockets.
not because of a pronoun,
but because a boy with a gun walked through a door,
and the politicians you defend
offered their prayers to the air
and their loyalty to the ones who lined their pockets.
And you believed them.
You mistook their cruelty for strength.
Their lies for tradition.
Their division for protection.
Meanwhile—
You mistook their cruelty for strength.
Their lies for tradition.
Their division for protection.
Meanwhile—
April 28, 2025 at 2:48 PM
And you believed them.
You mistook their cruelty for strength.
Their lies for tradition.
Their division for protection.
Meanwhile—
You mistook their cruelty for strength.
Their lies for tradition.
Their division for protection.
Meanwhile—
They told you to blame the barista.
The immigrant.
The queer kid.
The trans woman.
The teacher who dared to tell the truth.
The immigrant.
The queer kid.
The trans woman.
The teacher who dared to tell the truth.
April 28, 2025 at 2:48 PM
They told you to blame the barista.
The immigrant.
The queer kid.
The trans woman.
The teacher who dared to tell the truth.
The immigrant.
The queer kid.
The trans woman.
The teacher who dared to tell the truth.
And when the weight got too much,
they didn’t offer a hand.
They handed you a scapegoat.
they didn’t offer a hand.
They handed you a scapegoat.
April 28, 2025 at 2:48 PM
And when the weight got too much,
they didn’t offer a hand.
They handed you a scapegoat.
they didn’t offer a hand.
They handed you a scapegoat.
Your life feels heavy because you were promised a ladder and handed a shovel.
Because you were told to dig yourself out while they built castles above you.
Because every time they said “trickle down,” the only thing that fell was exhaustion.
Because you were told to dig yourself out while they built castles above you.
Because every time they said “trickle down,” the only thing that fell was exhaustion.
April 28, 2025 at 2:48 PM
Your life feels heavy because you were promised a ladder and handed a shovel.
Because you were told to dig yourself out while they built castles above you.
Because every time they said “trickle down,” the only thing that fell was exhaustion.
Because you were told to dig yourself out while they built castles above you.
Because every time they said “trickle down,” the only thing that fell was exhaustion.
The ache you carry isn’t because of pronouns you don’t want to learn.
It isn’t because you saw a pride flag in a store window.
It isn’t because you had to press 1 for English.
It isn’t because someone dared to exist,
a history lesson you refuse to learn.
It isn’t because you saw a pride flag in a store window.
It isn’t because you had to press 1 for English.
It isn’t because someone dared to exist,
a history lesson you refuse to learn.
April 28, 2025 at 2:47 PM
The ache you carry isn’t because of pronouns you don’t want to learn.
It isn’t because you saw a pride flag in a store window.
It isn’t because you had to press 1 for English.
It isn’t because someone dared to exist,
a history lesson you refuse to learn.
It isn’t because you saw a pride flag in a store window.
It isn’t because you had to press 1 for English.
It isn’t because someone dared to exist,
a history lesson you refuse to learn.
She wasn’t your threat.
She was your sister in survival.
She was your sister in survival.
April 28, 2025 at 2:47 PM
She wasn’t your threat.
She was your sister in survival.
She was your sister in survival.
Your life isn’t crumbling because a trans woman used the women’s restroom.
She wasn’t there to hurt you.
She was more likely to lend you her lip gloss,
to hand you a tissue to wipe your tears after some man at the bar
grabbed your body and cursed you for saying no.
She wasn’t there to hurt you.
She was more likely to lend you her lip gloss,
to hand you a tissue to wipe your tears after some man at the bar
grabbed your body and cursed you for saying no.
April 28, 2025 at 2:47 PM
Your life isn’t crumbling because a trans woman used the women’s restroom.
She wasn’t there to hurt you.
She was more likely to lend you her lip gloss,
to hand you a tissue to wipe your tears after some man at the bar
grabbed your body and cursed you for saying no.
She wasn’t there to hurt you.
She was more likely to lend you her lip gloss,
to hand you a tissue to wipe your tears after some man at the bar
grabbed your body and cursed you for saying no.
Hope doesn’t have a language barrier.
Survival doesn’t either.
Survival doesn’t either.
April 28, 2025 at 2:46 PM
Hope doesn’t have a language barrier.
Survival doesn’t either.
Survival doesn’t either.
Your life doesn’t ache because your neighbor speaks another language.
They still mow their lawn.
Still pack their kids’ lunches.
Still pray over bills and dreams, and grocery lists the same way you do.
They still mow their lawn.
Still pack their kids’ lunches.
Still pray over bills and dreams, and grocery lists the same way you do.
April 28, 2025 at 2:46 PM
Your life doesn’t ache because your neighbor speaks another language.
They still mow their lawn.
Still pack their kids’ lunches.
Still pray over bills and dreams, and grocery lists the same way you do.
They still mow their lawn.
Still pack their kids’ lunches.
Still pray over bills and dreams, and grocery lists the same way you do.