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If you ever said “I wanna see you guys but I…”

Art coyote image SIGNATURE SIZE If you are broke…it’s free!

Art coyote image SIGNATURE SIZE If you don’t want to hear cover songs…it’s only songs by Coyote!
Art coyote image SIGNATURE SIZE If you feel like you are too old…it’s an early show.

Art coyote image SIGNATURE SIZE If you hate seeing bands in bars…it’s a Cultural Center with a swank auditorium and no alcohol is served.

Art coyote image SIGNATURE SIZE If you don’t like to walk much…it’s about a block from a train with an elevator.

Art coyote image SIGNATURE SIZE If you are a staunch republican…you should still come.

To the best of my knowledge, you only get one chance to play the Artists for Peace series at SGI’s NY Cultural Center; and we are the 100th act to put our positive energy out in to the universe by playing this show for these dynamic and enthusiastic chanting Buddhists. We totally want you to come hear it!

This show is ENTIRELY FREE, its on 15th St just off Union Square, and is at 7:30pm! If you’ve ever been like, “I totally want to see you play, but I just can’t do late nights…” or “I’m on the wagon, and you always play in places with alcohol…” then this show is for you. So come on down and share the love…the coyote love that is.

I know it looks like the X-MEN should live there...just a bunch of harmony loving buddhists.

SGI’s NY Cultural Center.  Possibly also the place where the X-Men live.

Tues March 1st

SGI’s NY Cultural Center

7 E. 15th St

New York, NY 10003 (between 5th Ave and Union Sq. West)

Peace and love to youwooowoooowoooooooooooooo

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Coyote Love is the 100th Artist for Peace at SGI on 3/1

Any of you want to see a Coyote Love performance, early in the evening, downtown, in the most accessible location in Manhattan, in comfort, with great sound and where we only play coyote music, in a concert hall devoted to world peace and enlightenment…..FOR FREE?

We are so very proud to announce that on Tuesday March 1st, Coyote Love was chosen to play the 100th Artists for Peace Concert at SGI USA/NYC.  (The NY Culture Center, 7 E. 15th Street, New York, NY 10003 – bet. 5th Avenue & Union Square West)

This to us is a high-point in a year of high-points.  Both Rachel, and Kevin Harris (currently playing bass with us) are members of SGI, an empowering Buddhist organization, that I’ve only ever had great traffic with as well.  And Rachel and Kevin are in good company, some of the most noteworthy artists, and movers and shakers you know of are also Buddhists associated with this lovely practice and the organization that represents it.  That being said, the honor of being asked to play our original music, for anyone that wants to attend, for FREE ADMISSION, in their lovely hall in Union Square…was completely unexpected.  See below!

(FORWARDED FROM SGI-USA/NY)
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>On Tuesday, March 1st, at 7:30pm at the New York Culture Center, Artists for Peace will be presenting our 100th concert!  We are so proud to present at this special event, a most exciting and dynamic band, Coyote Love!

Founded in 2009 with the release of their self-titled debut CD, white boy from the ghetto, turned city boy in the country, turned Coyote Man, Hank Coyote, joins forces with British multi-instrumentalist and singer, Rachel Grundy to bring lush harmony, energetic live performances and old school entertainment value to the front of the stage, backed by a funky, NYC-based horn and rhythm section, including music director and alto sax supremo Sergio Bustamante and former Steel Pulse lead guitarist Moonie Pusey.   With a mission to make Music Every Day, Coyote Love is an army of positive vibes, music and passion.

You can learn more about Coyote Love and check out their music at www.coyotelovemusic.com.  

Our e-flyer is attached to aid you in kindly promoting the event-thank you very much!

We sincerely hope that you and your friends will join us for a great evening!

Artists for Peace<

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Bowie Leaves Earth, Inspires Coyote

Howooo lovelies,

If you are human, you are probably aware, and most likely touched by the passing of David Bowie in to the light. I’m sure he is reunited with many old friends and ancestors, and possibly an alien overlord or two.

What Bowie’s passing meant to me was that millions of people in the world are suddenly delving deep in to the life and art of this celestial being. His path was so organic, so packed with highs and lows, so full of rebirth, of searching; of living life to the fullest…it boggles the mind. And my prayer is that it reminds others, like it has me, to embrace these aspects of life and not stay in any rut for too long.david-bowie-06

We love you David Bowie. Thank you for being you. You will be missed, but always remembered.

Coyotehank

SHOWS!

snug harbor“SNUG’S” IN NEW PALTZ THIS FRIDAY NIGHT – 1/15/16 11pm – ???

This Friday night! Snug Harbor, in New Paltz, NY! How much do I love Snug’s? Almost as much as David Bowie?   But for the opposite reason. Snug’s has stayed Snug’s for as long as I can remember and I hope it never changes. Good old juke-joint style hootenanny bar with an amazing cross-section of people. We hit around 11pm. When we stop? Nobody knows.

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THE UPTOWN SCENE

Kickin’ it uptown style for the rest of January once we get back from New Paltz. Come and hang!From Wikipedia - An Béal Bocht (Irish: The Poor Mouth) is a 1941 novel in Irish by Brian O'Nolan (Flann O'Brien), published under the pseudonym "Myles na gCopaleen". It is widely regarded as one of the greatest Irish-language novels of the 20th century.

Sunday 1/24 8pm-10pm at An Beal Bocht! ACOUSTIC double-bill with Mike D!   (Blues extraordinaire).  Favorite small venue in the Bronx! More art, food, drink, music, and theater gets made and shared in this two-room bar than is possible without understanding quantum physics.   Basically it’s a dimensional thing. You are also transported to Ireland the minute you walk in. Like I said…Quantum physics y’all.

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Wednesday 1/27 9pm-11pm at Inwood Local! ACOUSTIC, with special guests. We fuggin’ love playin’ our monthly show at Inwood Local; great vibes, the awesome Harry and his team behind the bar, lovely affordable food…and COYOTE LOVE.

an beal bocht exteriorSunday 1/29 9:30PM – FULL BAND AT AN BEAL BOCHT! – Featuring Tobias Gebb on drums!

 If you’ve read our emails, you know how freakin’ bad I wanted to play there. Ta Da!   We’ve been angling for this full band show for a long time. Feels good. And TOBY on the drums. Tobias toured the Virgin Islands and recorded a lot with us. We are blessed to have our uptown bro back for a night.

MORE TO COME!  See Schedule!  And THANK YOU!

Yipeeeyipyip howlywoo!

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Who Says Bloody Mary Isn’t a Holiday Drink?

This Sunday we are back at Inwood Gourmet for a Bloody Mary party!  I’m in, Rach is in!  You in?  There are free drinks and snacks and Laruen Skoulatos  will keep the cash register open in case any of her lovely cheeses, meats, olives, oil’s, vinegars, ice creams, etc tweak your fancy.

It’s not exactly a “holiday event” as much as it is a winter get-together. So don’t expect us to play an hour of Christmas carols. But we will be singing songs, blowing flutes and harmonicas, and having a good ol’ time.  Plus Bloody Mary’s are red, and celery is green, so there you go!

Sunday Dec. 13, 1:30pm @ Inwood Gourmet, 95 Cooper St, New York, NY

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This Saturday at Inwood Gourmet

Hmmmmm can you smell the hot apple cider? It’s fall and my daughter has made her third jack ‘lantern.   Picked out your favorite sweater yet? I sure have. This Coyote’s coat is getting longer and, outside, the leaves are a fallin’. Plus, our Rachel freakin’ loves the fall. She’s been living the “this is my cup o’tea” reality for weeks now.   For all you “Fall is my favorite season” people, the next few shows are dedicated to you!

INWOOD GOURMET REDUX!

The weather was supposed to be horrid last time we wanted to support Inwood Gourmet with our acoustic, blues-based, funkrockin’ folk explosion.   Joaquin was blowin’ and, while it didn’t rain as was forecast, it was cold as a well digger’s booty that day, so we postponed…until THIS SATURDAY! (Oct 24)

We’re going to play a few sets between 4 and 6pm. We’ll likely be in the store squeezed between the cheeses and the olive oils, so it will be tight….and EPIC!

mmmmmmmm...Cheese!

mmmmmmmm…Cheese!

Lauren Skoulatos has a great thing going with her little Greek-flaired farm-to-table store. She’s got an ever-rotating selection of tasty local and imported cheeses, and breads and things, and she even sells sausages from Castkill Food Company! (That’s Jonah Shaw’s company, he’s the same dude who organizes the yearly “Taste of the Catskills Festival” that Rachel and I support so whole heartedly. We were just up there having a blast and eatin’ up a storm. I love how it all comes together.) Lauren also has the best coffee I’ve had in this neighborhood, and we have some very good coffee up here, so that’s not easy.

Great things come in small packages.

Great things come in small packages

Come on up to Inwood Gourmet this Saturday. 4-6pm. The store is on Cooper Street (1/2 block West of Broadway) between 207th and Isham, about 1 minute walk from the 207th St A train.   Let us serenade you while you sample some culinary delights!

Howwwwoooooooowoooooooo

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Playing “Superstition” is like acting Shakespeare

I loved this live-in-the-studio session.  I loved the people that were involved.  I loved what we set out to do and I love what we accomplished, and even loved the hurdles along the way (of which there many).

What we do, is what I live for.  I’ve always loved performing live, but there is something equally special about being intimate with bunch of musicians (and engineers and filmmakers and friends) in a room, just focusing and getting a song as glorious as we can make it.  In this case, it was three songs.  And this email is about another one of the three; “Superstition” by Stevie Wonder.

Playing a Stevie Wonder song, to me, is like acting Shakespeare.   It’s already a great work, with the best text possible (include melody, and arrangement, in this case), the best players have already played it, and all you can hope to do is to do it justice yourself; and to…not spoil it for anyone.  It’s all there for you, you just have to play the story the way the writer wrote it and let the structure lead you where it wants you to go.  Beyond that, you just hope you and your company are good enough artists to humbly, but passionately rise to the occasion when the piece demands it of you.

Sure, like a good Shakespeare production, we wanted to interpret it and make it our own, while making absolutely sure to stay true to the original story.  This is what makes an audience smile.  And even if it’s a “live-in-the-studio” video, we aim to make the audience happy, whenever and however you end up viewing it.

For this task, we certainly had an amazing cast of musicians.  (The dynamic Vanessa Cruz on drums (heroically suffering through a bad case of food poisoning and boyfriend related blues throughout the session), Kevin Harris on bass, Dan Yeager on trumpet, Sergio Bustamante on alto sax (and solo), Rachel on the tenor sax, the astounding Clifford “Moonie” Pusey on guitar, and one very smitten coyote.  In addition, we had an amazing staff of supportive personnel, (thank you Ruthie Conde!).

To film our little show, we had, in Atom Fellows, the most adaptive and creative guerilla director/cameraman/editor we could possibly have asked for.  All the brother knew was that he was getting in a van with Coyote Love and making a video in a black box with any available lighting….um…HOORAY!  Atom hated the look of the HD cams and lenses that we had available for this song.  And opted to roll on the floor with his plate-sized smartphone instead.  Do we love Atom?  Face licks and tail wags!!!

Time was flying by and we were far from home, so we had a few takes with each track, and then we moved on to the next song before we blew our chops, and our schedule (which, truthfully, we blew to hell anyway).  So while I’d love to have had just one more crack at it that day, what you see here is a very realistic portrayal of the Coyote Love experience.  And it makes me smile.

Hope you dig it…..

Hooowwwooooowoooo,
coyote

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What Bearsville, Kirk Bromley, and Donald Fagan have in common…

Bearsville (left), Woodstock (right) and the foot of Mount Guardian in the center.

Bearsville (left), Woodstock (right) and the foot of Mount Guardian in the center.

I’m in Bearsville.

I love Bearsville.

Bearsville is the even artsier town, nestled in the little valley in the Catskills Mountains of New York, where Woodstock lives.

It is also where my heart lives. Where I became Coyote. Where I was a magic boy in the hills. I’m sitting at a tiny plaza on a river in between a group of restaurants called “The Bear”, “The Little Bear”, and “The Saloon”. The compound also houses The Woodstock Barn, and WDST-Woodstock Radio,  in a separate building, once used by Todd Rundgren as his video studio.

WDST at night. The gorgeous vast wood building once housed Todd Rundgren's Video studio.

WDST at night. The gorgeous vast wood building once housed Todd Rundgren’s Video studio.

All of this is about a mile from Bearsville Studios (some of my favorite music in the last 50 years recorded there), and about two miles from The Byrdcliffe Colony.   The Byrdcliffe Colony was once an utopian colony where they made furniture and searched for American style Christian nirvana. Now it’s an arts colony that houses theater and writers and musicians.   I saw The Fugs play in yet another awesome old structure on Byrdcliffe land (my fate as a granola eating, tree hugger was sealed that night).  I have stayed there with my old theater company, and made art, and observed raccoons successfully busting into the theater at night.   Further up that road is sophisticated rock God, Donald Fagan’s house, previously owned by Bob Dylan. This is on Mount Guardian. Up the mountain, on State land, but not far from Mr. Fagan and his neighbors on a little flat, level area in the woods in between but just far enough away from hiking trails…is the spot where I lived in a tent, not once, but twice, for entire summers, while I worked at “The Bear” and in the restaurant across the stone plaza that is now called The Saloon, where I sit now…having a nice glass of local whiskey, and some kale salad, and fries, served by adorable young waitresses, serenaded by crickets and post-millennial hippies with guitars.

The Woodstock Barn. I want one ,Mommy.

The Woodstock Barn. I want one ,Mommy.

Here, working in the kitchen, in the 90’s, and sleeping at night on the mountain (getting coded, numeric love messages from my wife in my tent, on a beeper), I once cooked tuna and tofu for the singer, Jewel, and her band as they workshopped new music. About 20 years later I read a book by Lenedra Caroll, Jewel’s mom, that blew my mind, and is still doing so.

A fantastic book about new paradigms (for Westerners) in business and financial sustainability in connection with world sustainability.

A fantastic book about new paradigms in business and financial sustainability that connect with world sustainability and the evolution of consciousness.

Ari, my friend and my band’s official arranger, is a maniacal fan of both Donald Fagan and Todd Rundgren. Cari Cole, my indie music entrepreneur mentor, who recommended Lenedra Caroll’s book to me, is also Donald Fagan’s vocal coach. She is also how I met Ari, who took the same course with her as I did.

Donald Fagan has the same taste in Mountains and voice coaches as me. Go figure.

Donald Fagan has the same taste in magic mountains and voice coaches as me. Go figure.

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Sarah K. Lipman and Josh Spafford in the Inverse Theater postcard for “Midnight Brainwash Revival.” That I was cast as Coyote, a singing trickster of many guises…said a lot about who I was becoming.

On Mt. Guardian, I was howled at by a coyote, who sat 5 feet away from me, on a full moon night, my last night that I worked at this restaurant that I’m sitting at. I had a fire going, it was too big, I was too loud (high on 50 year old Anejo from my last night party thrown by my bosses at the restaurant) cracking logs on trees to break them.  The coyote easily creeped up on my blind side, sat next to my bonfire, and howled what in human language amounts to “shut up asshole”.   I can be an asshole, and often need to be told to shut up.

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A few years later, my friend, playwright Kirk Bromley, later asked me to play the role of Coyote in his millennial play, Midnight Brainwash Revival.  Kirk can be an asshole.  I once told him to shut up.

It was in Kirk’s theater company, Inverse, that I met Rachel Grundy.  She’s never an asshole, but sometimes tells me to shut up.  We were friends long before I found out she played sax and could sing on key.  I was starting to play my own tunes when I found this out about her.  We’ve been friends and band mates ever since.  Before that I was in a band with Christine Mascott.  She was in Kirk’s first play at Todo Con Nada.  We later did a rock opera about a guy on acid.  This newsletter sounds like I’m on acid.

Panoramic view of The Saloon from the wood fire burning courtyard, complete with hippies busting out guitars after dinner.

Panoramic view of The Saloon from the wood fire burning courtyard, complete with hippies busting out guitars after dinner.

I stopped here tonight almost by chance. I came up here to go to court in Shandaken, to refute a speeding ticket I got while driving home with Coyote Love, from a show in the area. So I had to drive back upstate to plead my case. Thankfully, my 71mph in a 55mph zone was reduced to a $75 parking ticket.  The road through Bearsville holds great memories for me to drive down and I felt compelled to come see what they made of these restaurants and to grab a bite.  I thought about all of these connections as I sat here. And there you go. This is why I believe in a spirit-that-moves-through-all-things. This is why I am coyote. This is why God spelled backwards is dog. HOWOOO

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On Confidence

When I studied at what I affectionately call “Rock Star School,” a few years back, one of the most important concepts that our coach, Cari Cole, impressed on us was “confidence.” When she expanded on “confidence,” Cari made it clear that she wasn’t talking about manufactured confidence, or about projecting confidence for the sake of it.  She drilled in to our heads the idea that if we feel a lack of confidence about our skills, about our abilities, or our songs, or about any aspect of our package, then we probably have a lot more work to do, and deep inside we know it. After all, if you ran 10 or 15 practice marathons in a year (26 miles each), then you will probably feel pretty confident about being able to finish when it comes to running with (or against) hundreds or thousands of other runners at a real race. If you don’t put in this work, but still plan on running a competitive 26 miles anyway…there may be some self-doubt and tension that you feel as you lace up your sneakers.

photo - Atom Fellows

photo – Atom Fellows

I definitely don’t wake up in the morning feeling full of pure confidence. It would be nice, but, rather, I wake up feeling a mixture of the daunting pressure of my goals, and a lot of gratefulness. Confidence? That comes from a different place.

Of course, there is also that manufactured confidence that most of us practice daily, just to survive in this dog-eat-dog world. The kind we develop on the playground so no one steals our ball. The kind where your boss at work says, “Can I trust you with this assignment?” and we say “You can count on me, Boss!” – not because we know for sure we can do it, in fact we may be pooping our pants at that moment, but because we want to keep our jobs and we have to act as if we are confident. Sure I got that in my bag of tricks. As do you. It’s just survival, innit?

The kind of real and genuine confidence that Cari talked about only comes after I have practiced a song for the tenth time in a day, or after I warm up my voice for 40 mins, for the third time that week, after I have communicated with the band for the fifth time and made sure that everyone knows where and when rehearsal is. And what kind of confidence do I have? Do I feel like I can take on the world, or that I am a king among men? Nope. I have the humble confidence that I probably won’t fuck up that one song, or that I know I can sing up to a “G#” before I start straining my voice thanks to the warm-up.  I’ll know that I was completely clear with the band and that because of this, they should know the details about the rehearsal. That kind of confidence is built on merit, on hard work, on discipline, and even on a pile of small failures that forced me to work even harder. I feel that I can trust myself to continue to put in the work to get better every day. This helps my band mates feel confident in me.   As a listener, I sure want to feel confident in a band, or a given performer. Confident that they will show up tomorrow and play more songs that I like in a way that I like it. Confident that they will do something even more inspiring the next time.

I have come to love the challenging journey towards building that kind of genuine confidence. I love seeing the result of practice, dedication, and discipline in both myself, and the musicians I play with. I believe in merit. I have to. I have had to earn every ally who travels with me in this journey for my little-band-that-can. And I love the journey towards excellence, towards transcendent moments on stage and in studio. This journey never ends. Of that you can be…confident.

With love,

Coyote

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Love you because you are YOU – an editorial about gay friends and family

Recently a good friend, who I’ve known for like 15 years, came out to me and, sorta awkwardly, said the words “You know I’m Gay right?”…for the first time.

My reaction was to say, “I know.  But, no, you never told me that, out loud, before.” We then proceeded to hang out, talk shit, watch movies and listen to music and stuff like we always do.

This sparked a lot of introspection about people all over the world that have to build up the courage to say those words to the people they care for.  Clearly, my friend is not feeling a lot of Gay Pride, or he woulda let that truth about his identity; the part of him that defines his sexuality…drop a little sooner.

This particular individual is quite lucky compared to many who were born gay in a not-so-understanding world.  He lives in New York City, he is artistically inclined, and is adored by his friends.  And at this point it was just about being courageous and saying the words out loud.  For the most part I think all his friends would have the same reaction, or lack of, that I did.  So why was he still so nervous about saying it out loud, for all these years?

Well I can’t say I really know all the reasons, but it’s pretty clear the dude was afraid.  And it’s hard to shake our deepest fears.

As I write this, I sound like I was born understanding and open-minded to my gay friends.  I wasn’t really, or at least I was given mixed messages as a kid.  We were white kids in a Puerto Rican Ghetto, raised by what some might call “Liberal” parents.  So in theory I was supposed to accept everyone.  I am grateful to my parents for that.  But as a youth, I was just as afraid of “gay” people as a lot of people are.  Fear of the unknown, I suppose.  Plus there was this great cultural bandwagon that I was on that said I “should” be afraid of gay people.

I started coming across recognizably gay men as a child singer in NYC from the age of nine.  Seemed that half the grown male altos in the choir didn’t only sing like women; they talked and walked like women too.  So I started to get the picture a little earlier than most.  But that didn’t make me any less scared of gay people.  That and the fact that since I was old enough to understand insults, the phrase “That’s Gay”was always a derogatory term.  So like a lot of people, I got the message that there must be something wrong with someone if they were “gay” and liked it.

My mother, sister and I moved to a very conservative town in upstate New York when I was eleven-years old.  In my life in NYC I was an accomplished professional soprano and budding child actor.  Here I was in a small town; a kid who didn’t give a fuck about wrestling or football, and didn’t think picking on less popular kids was cool.  So, for those reasons, during my penance up there, I was called a faggot by some dickhead or another, every day that I went to school in that god-forsaken town.  Pushed into urinals while peeing, and all that other classic loser bully shit that people let their children perpetuate.  Another kid in my year was bullied to the point of committing suicide by hanging himself.  Was he gay?  He never got to find out.  He was 12.

During this period, our mom invited a new “roommate” to live with us; a lady who was big as a truck driver, with a butch haircut, a natural hatred of men, and who came with her own truck.  She was handy with tools, firearms, and Vodka.  My mom and she shared everything including a bed, and talked baby talk to each other.  Mom was in denial about it, but it didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out what the nature of their friendship was about.  On the one hand it was her business, and on the other, from her point of view, this was not the town or the time, to come out in.   Sadly she couldn’t even bring herself to be honest with either my sister or me about it.

How did that pan out?  The truck driving vodka-drinking lady had a lot of inner sadness, and ultimately took her own life with a shotgun.  My mom first turned to Jesus, and later became an unhappily married heavy drinker like a good American should be.

Okay so all this stuff wasn’t pretty, but it did allow me to gain some perspective on people, and to decide, early on, that there were people who had love to share and there were assholes ruled by fear.  The latter seem to be an infestation on the planet, and the former were fewer and further between.  And one could actually learn not to be an asshole if they chose to.

I also learned that if you are going to try to hang with people who have love to give, and who enrich your life, you may need to cast a wider net and focus on what you have in common, rather than on what makes you different; because awesome people come in every color, religion, culture, and sub-culture…just like assholes.

The asshole affect is very real, and instills a lot of fear in to the hearts of would-be honest people.

Most people who are afraid to admit that they are “different” than other people have been seriously bullied for being themselves, or have been witness to the bullying of other people like them.

Bullying is being an asshole with a purpose.  Ostracizing people for who they are is being a bully.  Bullies are driven by fear.  Fear is a pretty powerful negative force that is the common denominator every time one of us is an asshole.  It’s why our world is a fucking mess.  Making other people afraid to BE, on purpose, is something we do out of our own fear.  Any time I, you, or anyone you know does that…we keep ourselves from being or even increasing the percentage of non-assholes on the planet.

What stops people who are born gay from sharing that essential fact with their closest friends is usually a massive fear of not being accepted, or being cast out, or being abandoned, or having people who you knew for years, or your whole life suddenly act different around you.  And if you acted like that when you found out that your friend or family member was playing for the other team, or “different” in any way, please take a moment to realize that the judgment is on us who judge others.  Because people are born the way they are.  You have to actually choose to be an asshole or not.

That being said, it took 15 years of friendship before my friend could just be honest about it, and I would have accepted him and loved him if he told me on day one.  That is worth some thought.  Another dude I was telling this story to, shared with me that he was in his 30’s and had spent thousands on therapy before he had the courage to tell his father that he was gay.  His dad’s answer was to say, “Where did I go wrong…that I raised a son who was afraid to tell me that he was gay?”

I’m not sure what the point of this post is.  Maybe I just need to blow off steam.  But I guess I want to remind myself, and whoever else happens to read this, that there is an area of growth that we all need to put to some energy in to.  There are two crimes that are committed daily; being fearful of and closed-off to other people that are different than you, and (less obvious but more dangerous) being fearful and closed-off to yourself, about being honest about who you really are, even to those that love you.  Both take a conscious choice to get past.

Lets start today by being open minded to someone “different” than you, who, up until this point, you were afraid of.  And if it’s yourself you are judging so harshly, just remember that gaining acceptance from others begins with accepting and loving yourself for who you are.  Let’s not be assholes, not even to ourselves.

Howl!

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