
I just look good in acrylics, what can I say?

It isn’t a large piece. It is done on a wood panel, painted a lovely blue. The rest is all silver and gold. Not really sure if it is better this way, or turned upside down, but I guess I could turn it over on the wall now and then, and change the feel. Notice that the leaf and flow colors are switched between the ‘roots’/’branches and leaves and flowers.
I call this one ‘Galadriel’. Unless their is a copyright issue, then maybe not.

I know, it is too many primary colors, but it would look good in a kid’s room. Let’s call this one, ‘a feeling of flowers’, because again, not real flowers. The idea of flowers. The spirit of flowers.

And they aren’t just deciding on their own to be different. Nobody hits puberty and says to themself, hey, I am at a messy, scary, confusing part of my life. Why don’t I make it worse? Why don’t I invite being treated like second class person. To have insults thrown at me. To be beaten and maybe killed… by people like tRump supporters.
You don’t want people to be gay. Fine. I don’t want people to be cruel and stupid, but we don’t always get what we want. You can’t make rules to get rid of feelings. How do you regulate a heart? But hey, gay might not have a ‘cure’ but you know what? Stupid has a cure. Cruelty has a cure. Hate has a cure.
Also, how do you explain kids who grew up surround by red voters and turned out gay anyway?

Once again I must admit that this a painting that I finished back in the late 70’s or so. But it is finished. And I pulled it out of my garage. Now, I am using a photo of it as the cover of my new novel, which combines all 4 books of my sci fi/action/humor series The Otherwhere Chronicles. Available soon, I hope.

No, tRump supporting males, I am not asking you to trust a democrat about this. We all know that democrats lie about everything. No, I am asking you to look back at your own life. Remember puberty? Remember that one short period of time, when suddenly girls weren’t weird anymore. They were fascinating.
Do you remember those hormone-rushes at the sight of a shapely young woman. Hell, you still can’t even think around a large pair of breasts.
Now ask yourself, while thinking of those years full of so many salacious thoughts, can you imagine anything that would have made you change your mind about breasts? Could anyone have talked you into trying some experimentation with the opposite sex?
Take your time. Now picture a pair of breasts…
Now, picture an erect penis…
Are you gay now? No.
You’re welcome. Glad I could clear that up.
On the opposite side of the coin, conversion therapy does not work for the same reason. Yeah, by being cruel and horrible you can scare kids into pretending they are straight. But it is just pretending. You know, like how we sent you to school for all those years, and you still came out stupid. We tried to use conversion therapy to be smart, but it didn’t take. Life is funny like that.