In light of the latest Presidential injustice, I googled “transgender protest songs.” Who am I to change my life? Who am I to fuck with form? Who am I to weather a storm? But I go slow. I said goodbye to everyone I know. And one morning I awoke, and I was this guy named […]
Wash away my troubles, wash away my pain, with the rain in Shambala, Wash away my sorrow, wash away my shame, with the rain in Shambala Everyone is helpful, everyone is kind, on the road to Shambala. Everyone is lucky, everyone is so kind, on the road to Shambala. How does your light shine, in […]
It’s a “Saturday Special” here at HopeinExile. My friend Ron highly recommends this episode of Black-ish, in which showrunner Keyna Barris deals with the personal, professional and cultural aftermath of the election. It’s raw, for TV, and really funny.
From Janna, who suggested this one: They played this song at the memorial of Dr. Quentin Young, a great civil rights physician, and it’s stuck to me since as a great reminder that history zigs and zags and there’s a time for peace and resistance along the way.
My friend, O’ Lawdy, Went to take care of her body, And she got shot down in the road. She looked up before she went, Said, “This isn’t really what I meant.” when the Daily News said, ‘Two with one stone’
