All hail to the little Queen, Lawrence King!

I was already in tears, reading about you hearing about you, thinking about you and then I saw your beautiful face.

This young flower was just being he, being who he was in this world, because he had to, because that's who he was! It was too soon for you, sweet babe. Way too soon.

Your dying on St Valentine's Day puts a hole through my heart forever, on a day that celebrates love. How tragically ironic!

It is time to put every schoolteacher through diversity training; it's time to put LGBT training in that program. It's time to talk about it in the classroom. In every city, in every state! I know this is a tall order, especially for some places, but it is not too tall.

I am a biological female, yet I feel more kin to queens and trannies than anyone else. When I found they existed, I found my people, my tribe, where I feel most comfortable. I can't really explain why that is, but it is.
Therefore, I have to also speak out in their defense.

I'm not religious but I am spiritual. I see this as a Jesus type situation. Jesus was pretty much a homeless nut job that hung out with prostitutes and had the absolute NEED to speak his mind and be who he was. There was no stopping him. He was totally different in his thinking than the people in power at the time and was brilliant! And then he was tortured and murdered for it. When he was dead and gone, suddenly, they all thought "oh he was right, we were wrong."

It seems that the people who believe in Jesus have forgotten who he was and what he taught. Those of you waiting for the "second coming" take note; it might have been Lawrence King. Maybe it was, and just like before, murdered, again!

So I ask you, reader to think. What is so scary about being different? Isn't it wonderful that not EVERYONE is exactly like the next person? How boring would life be if it were a completely khaki-bland world? How can a person not be allowed to be him or herself? ESPECIALLY IN THIS COUNTRY! I think of you, Lawrence King, just being who you were in the world and having had no choice but to be you- in your 'expensive' $30 boots. And as some of the girls in your class said, I too, will follow and get the expensive kind.

You can bet I will not forget you.