FEBRUARY 16, 2022: “You Can Come To MY House, Too!” …

First of all, and not that it matters, but NO, I’m not gay. I do, however, know, support, and dearly love many people who are. Second of all, dare I say how ironic the hopefully now iconic words I “quoted” above are after having heard them spoken by one of “The Real Housewives” are? Why is it that, you ask? Well, my rather non-dramatical, polar opposite of me daughter has always laughed at, if not shuddered in disbelief over the fact that I even watch those shows in the first place.

Really, mother? You’re watching the NOT so real housewives AGAIN?

No … but daughter … you JUST don’t understand why I watch them! I know that none of those bitches are “real” and that it’s all just made for TV ratings drama and chaos. I don’t watch them because I like them, I watch them because they’re HILARIOUS and generally speaking MOST of those women just make me feel so much BETTER about who I am as a REAL person! The way I see it, if I just do the complete opposite of 95% of them – I’M GOOD!

Meanwhile, tonight I caught this conversation between Heather “Fancy Pants” Dubrow and her daughter, Kat, which conversation literally reduced me to tears:

If only you knew how many times I’ve had broken children literally sobbing in my arms because their own parents just can’t fuckin’ deal. It’s gross and heartbreaking and unacceptable and NOPE – not on my watch Jesus. Wait! Did I just say “fuckin'” and Jesus in the same sentence? Why yes, yes I did. Have I told any of you that I’m ever the work in process? I’ve already tried washing my own mouth out with soap, but the only thing that happens is I just keep burping bubbles. MEANWHILE, I’ve digressed, but sufficed to say that this momma don’t play the hate game like that, nor will she ever turn her back on a child who needs to hear these words:

I hear you.

I see you.

I accept you.


You are SAFE here!

So, with that, to ANY child whose parents DON’T accept them AS they are:

You can come to MY house, too!

My heart literally aches every night as I close my eyes knowing that there are kids in this world who are crying every night because their very own parents are the ones are driving the biggest knives through their hearts of all.

Look, at the end of the day …

πŸ‘‰πŸΌ We all bleed red.

πŸ‘‰πŸΌ We all poop brown.

πŸ‘‰πŸΌ We all breathe air.

πŸ‘‰πŸΌ We all deserve TO LOVE and BE LOVED in ANY damn color of the rainbow we want!

Just for the record to all you asshole SHITTY moms and dads out there who would refuse your own flesh and blood because their “color” isn’t quite working for you:


Love them as they are or they’ll end up at my house where they’re 2,000% free to be, speak, feel, and express themselves, no questions asked and without judgment, so long as they’re not hurting themselves or anyone else. I’ll be the one who gets to enjoy the miracles of their moments and YOU won’t! As parents and HUMAN BEINGS in general, our job isn’t to JUDGE – it’s to love one another without condition. Love will always win, and parents who love with conditions will always lose!

I’m kinda thinking that Hell, fire, and damnation are best left to The Pro, my friends, and I’m Jean-Claude Van DAMN sorry NOT SORRY to tell ya that I think some of you are gonna be very surprised to see how it’s all gonna play out in the end. But hey, that’s a different Diary entry for a totally different day.

So, with that, if you don’t like me now or if you’re a racist, a bigot, or a homophobe, get the eff out of my Diary and my atmosphere in general ’cause I promise, promise, PROMISE I am not the Cat for you! In case you haven’t noticed yet, I’m not here to win any popularity contestsI’m ONLY here to keep it REAL!

Oh, one more thing. After you’ve hit that unfollow button, please DO let the giant rainbow painted on my otherwise usually Earth-toned, black, or grey colored door hit you in the ever-lovin’ ass. K thanks bye now!


A stray bullet and a momma cries – her baby won’t be coming home tonight. Sirens screaming down the avenue – just another story on the evening news, oh. Whoa! Politics and prejudice. How the hell it’d ever come to this? When everybody’s gotta pick a side? It don’t matter if you’re wrong or right, no. And so it goes, but I hold onto hope, and I won’t let go ’cause I believe you and me are sisters and brothers. And I, I believe we’re made to be here for each other. And we’ll never fall if we walk hand in hand. Put a world that seems broken together again. Yeah, I believe in the end love wins. Sometimes it takes a lot of faith to keep believing there will come a day when the tears and the sadness … the pain and the hate … the struggle … this madness … will all fade away, yeah. I, I believe you and me are sisters and brothers. And I, I believe we’re made to be here for each other. And we’ll never fall if we walk hand in hand. Put a world that seems broken together again. Yeah, I believe in the end love wins. Love is power. Love is a smile. Love reaches out. Love is the remedy. Love is the answer. Love’s an open door. Love is the only thing worth fighting for, yeah. {Carrie Underwood}