Hi eveybo
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Was tagged by @phenomenologically to post my first ten liked songs that pop up on shuffle and here they are. Ty for tagging and thinking of me 💜💜
taggingg @saltulugar @womenintheirwebss @fat-psychward-sockgrippussy333 @tashabilities @biscuitaua @crybabyboyscout @chilewithcarnage @evilninjax24 @bobbie-doll @greeniery @violet-dragongirl @orchres @ladiablesse @notchainedtotrauma @volkqueen @crip-walking-on-sunshine @homeplanets everybody I mean it ok love yall have a great weekend my friends 💜
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Punch the monkey finally getting the love he deserves but also its pretty normal out in the jungle or rain forests to act this way towards one another the only difference is you don’t see it. This is all observation at its finest but if YOU need a smile today here is a video of him getting the hug we all wanted to give him
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She is so motherfucking real. I couldn’t be in the same room as her because I would be eyeing her so badly. Jessica Jones or Karen Page would be like “Bro you are gazing too hard rn” and my s/I is like “I’m just so hurt by all the people she killed….” and im just gazing intensely across the room
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Se you guys in four years.
I’ll miss you all so so much. Big kisses for you all MWAH
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D. L. Moody quote
A man ought to live so that everybody knows he is a Christian… and most of all, his family ought to know. – D.L. Moody
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“It’s one of the greatest gifts you can give yourself, to forgive. Forgive everybody.”
- Maya Angelou
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Wax Tailor (feat. Del the Funky Homosapien & Mr. Lif) // “Everybody,” from The Shadow of Their Suns
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I am a straight, white, cisgender, very obviously privileged man
Posted by andyfilmsandhikes to Facebook on January 26, 2026
I am a straight, white, cisgender, very obviously privileged man in my early forties.
I have a beard that is turning gray. I wear flannel. I wear trucker hats. I wear Carhartt pants. I took up fishing this past year. If you passed me in a parking lot, there is a solid chance you would assume I am either very angry, very conservative, or about to complain loudly about something on Facebook.
Fair assumption. I look like THAT guy.
I grew up in a home with firearms. Firearm safety was taken seriously. I was taught how to handle them, where the safety was, how to shoot, and how to respect the responsibility that comes with all of that and I understand that culture because I lived in it.
I was also a conservative evangelical Christian pastor for 15 years.
As a senior in high school, I attended meetings for the Young Republicans. I registered to vote as soon as I could and voted for George W. Bush the first time I was eligible in 2000. I voted for him again in 2004. That was normal where I was. That was expected. That was the air I breathed.
Then something inconvenient happened.
I started thinking… and I didn’t like the smell of what I was stepping in.
In 2008, I voted for Barack Obama. I was still an evangelical Christian pastor. I did not tell anyone. In 2012, I voted for Obama again. I was a worship pastor and youth pastor at a very conservative baptist church in a very conservative small coastal town in Northern California near Crescent City.
After Obama won reelection, I posted on Facebook that “everything was going to be okay”.
That was it. One sentence.
I was called into the pastor’s office and grilled about who I voted for and where my politics stood. The same pastor had previously grilled me for allowing a young queer girl to attend overnight church trips. He also took issue with me saying Christians should care about social justice. Apparently loving your neighbor was fine until you meant it.
I share all of this because I did not arrive here accidentally. I lived in that world. I led in it. I preached in it. I defended it. Most of my friends, family, and community thought exactly the way I did at the time.
I attended a conservative Christian Bible college and I graduated. After I left evangelical Christianity, I went back to school and earned a second degree from a local very liberal state school in digital cinema. But at the state school, no one there indoctrinated me. I didn’t catch any woke mind virus. No one tried to change me. What they did do was put me in rooms with people I had been taught to fear.
LGBTQ+ students. Immigrants. Artists. Humans.
A large reason I left evangelical Christianity and my career as a pastor was because LGBTQ+ kids kept showing up to our youth group. The elders of my
Church complained that the youth group did not feel welcoming to church kids anymore. What they really meant was that it felt too welcoming to everyone else and all the kids who went to Christian school, and came from Christian homes, and who were in church the first Sunday after they were born, felt uncomfortable. 
The LGBTQ+ students came because they felt safe. We did not preach at them. We ate pizza. We played dumb youth group games. We gave them a place to exist without being fixed.
That was apparently a problem.
There are a thousand others reasons I left that world, but that one still sits heavy.
Here is why I am speaking up…
I have the ability to move between worlds. I can walk into a Sportsman’s Warehouse in flannel, Carhartts, sunglasses, and a big beard, grab some tackle, and no one would ever guess I had just come from a rally supporting public lands or standing against hate and authoritarianism.
That matters.
People who look like me are often assumed to be safe, neutral, or on the other side. That gives me access. And access comes with responsibility.
It is more important than ever for people who look like me to speak up. To speak out. To say clearly that hate and discrimination are not acceptable. To say that just because you do not understand someone does not mean they have less value or dignity. To say that LGBTQ+ people are not threats. They are people. Who have dignity worth and purpose and just want to live their lives in peace.
If you grew up conservative evangelical, I see you. I know how deeply this stuff runs. I know how much of it is shaped by church, family, community, and media echo chambers. A lot of people were not taught to hate intentionally. They were taught who to fear.
That does not excuse harm. But it does mean change is possible. I am living proof of that.
And if you are liberal, I would gently suggest remembering that people do not usually change because they are screamed at by strangers online. Again, I know this because I am standing here. It was honestly the love and compassion of the LGBTQ+ community that began to lead me out. They asked me sincere questions about my beliefs, my faith, about who I was as a person. I soon learned, “hey… they’re pretty cool!”
So if you are conservative and angry right now, pause and ask why. Who taught you that anger. Who benefits from it. Who gets hurt by it.
What is happening right now is not normal. It is not okay.
And I am not going to stay quiet just because silence is comfortable for people who look like me.
If my flannel and beard help someone listen who otherwise would not, then I will use that.
Because compassion, dignity, and justice are not radical ideas.
They are human ones.
Oh, and they’re also the ones Jesus taught.
“For I was an hungred, and ye gave me meat: I was thirsty, and ye gave me drink: I was a stranger, and ye took me in:
Naked, and ye clothed me: I was sick, and ye visited me: I was in prison, and ye came unto me.
Then shall the righteous answer him, saying, Lord, when saw we thee an hungred, and fed thee? or thirsty, and gave thee drink?
When saw we thee a stranger, and took thee in? or naked, and clothed thee?
Or when saw we thee sick, or in prison, and came unto thee?
And the King shall answer and say unto them, Verily I say unto you, Inasmuch as ye have done it unto one of the least of these my brethren, ye have done it unto me.”
Matthew 25:35–40
