I have long been a political activist going back to the 60s. This morning, while I was laying in bed waking up, I was struck by the thought that the end of next month, June 28th to be exact, will be the 55-year anniversary of the Stonewall Uprising (aka the Stonewall Riots). For those who are too young or do not remember, the Stonewall Uprising was a watershed moment in gay rights and helped to spark the birth of the LGBTQ community. (See the link below for background).

Being a history major in college I know that history is often forgotten with time and that's doubly true when some measure of change has been achieved. Unfortunately, it is also true that when history is forgotten the strides that were made to affect change often become eroded. LGTBQ social justice issues are no exception. We cheer that same-sex marriage is now legal in most if not all jurisdictions and many of the laws that discriminated against LGBTQ people have been struck down. Health insurance now covers hormone therapy and gender reassignment surgery but on the flip side of that coin, many jurisdictions are now passing laws that prohibit hormone therapy and gender reassignment for minors regardless of parental consent. Housing and employment discrimination is still rampant within the LGBTQ community. And the list goes on.

I apologize if I come off making this sound like a political rant, and to some degree, it has to be because the political and religious right has made it a political issue of social justice import. I’m not suggesting that we all go out and begin demonstrating or creating another uprising. Those are matters of personal choice. What I am hoping for, is to create awareness of the importance of the issues the LGTBQ community is in danger of losing lest we forget the past that has brought us to this point in history. And make no mistake, you may identify as CD, TV, gay, trans, or some other label, but whatever label you identify with, you are very much a part of the LGTBQ community.

So, let us not merely remember Stonewall and the sacrifices that many have made that even allow for the creation of social media sites like NTN. Let’s turn it into an event or social media party of sorts

I would love to hear your thoughts!


https://www.history.com/topics/gay-rights/the-stonewall-riots

As I write this, I am sitting at my desk wearing a thong and cami thinking how nice it would be to enjoy (n person), some of the delicious gurl cock I've viewed over the last several days. So many of you gurls are so sexy and beautiful. I think I'm building to a need to fulfill some gurl-on-gurl time, play and have what I like to call a shoe-shopping, chocolate-loving good time!

Yesterday I received the second part of my recent Amazon order (a pair of extra-long leather opera gloves to go with the leather mini skirt and corset top that arrived a few days ago. The third part of the order is my favorite creamy white lube that looks and feels like real cum. Then I'm going to get fully dressed and take some pics to post. I may even make a solo porn video to post...

I have lived on a quiet little cul de sac for about six years now. Most of my neighbors know me and I know them. At home, I usually don't wear much. For instance, right now I have on lavender satin stretch thong panties, a white cotton cami, and gold mules that were once wedged espadrilles until a strap broke. They were so comfy I hated to throw them out so I repurposed them. Shortly after I moved in I put up a privacy curtain on the balcony and on beautiful days like today I have my morning cup of coffee lounging out there enjoying the warmth of the sun and the cool morning air What can I say, I like my comfort.

One morning about three years ago I sat out there wearing a pair of hot pink running shorts and the same cotton cami I'm wearing now, and realized that I needed to cut the grass. Without thinking about it I slipped into a pair of gym shoes; went down to the garage and got out the lawn mower and started to cut the grass. I don't hide the fact that I'm androgynous, but I don't flaunt it either. Unless, of course, it's appropriate in which case I go all out. (Smile) As I was cutting the backyard, the two women that live in the house behind me, were out sunning themselves and waved me a good morning greeting. At first, I didn't think too much about it since we had said hi and spoken briefly on past occasions.

As I was cutting the front yard, the guy that lived across the street from me was walking out to his car and stopped dead in his tracks and whistled loudly. That was when I realized I was dressed in full-on girl mode. At first, I felt a little embarrassed, but that feeling quickly gave way to ego pleasure. Being sexually objectified can be very uplifting to a gurl's sense of self-esteem. I'm not really into men, per se, but I have to admit this guy was really hot! About six feet tall and nicely muscled. Including what I imagined was a really nice 'package' judging from the bulge in the front of his tight jeans. If he wasn't married and I was into masculine men, I probably would have given serious thoughts about fucking his brains out right then and there.

After that day the word must have gone out because whenever I cut the grass a few of the neighbors (not all of whom were men), would come out to check the mail or move a trash can. The mail on this street doesn't run until about four or five in the afternoon and the trash doesn't go out until early Wednesday mornings.

I think one of the nicest compliments I have ever received was the day the neighbor woman two houses down was pulling out of her driveway rolled down the window, and called me a bitch with a big smile on her face.

By the way, keep in mind that I'm not bragging (well maybe a little), but I am 72 years old; could stand to lose about ten or fifteen pounds, and I am not nearly as pretty as I was when I was thirty or so years ago.