We are dancing in the age of Aquarius as we knock down stereotypes with our Rockette high kick. It’s a they-them world of gender-bending relationships. Open-poly-multi coupling with a sprinkle of hair dye is the way of love amongst the young and hip.

 Hetro-norm-sis people are so out of it that they are left behind in the slow rowboat through the tunnel of love.

 This is part of the rift that is creating an us-and-them culture. The conservative right is clamping down hard as their tender gentles are thrown under the steam roller. They just can’t relax and let their kids go to the library because the biggest market of books today are LBGQ+ books. Hence the rabid book-burning frenzy in conservative states.

There is no getting past this one. Conservative hetero-norm people are just not grokking pan-morphic love. The cat is out of the bag or maybe the genitals are swinging out in the breeze, either way, love will not be stuffed back into uptight hetero oblivion. It’s freeing but also confusing.

    This colorful world of love is endemic of the split in culture. What would heal this rift is if each side had a little compassion for the other. Indeed, this is what heals all rifts and helps people come together. If the gender normative base-ball caps and wire-rimmed-bra can just loosen up and accept (or at least just shrug) that people are a rainbow of identities, but also if rainbow ponies could take the bone out of their septum piercings when visiting straight family for Christmas, it might make things go smoother.

Everyone has to give a little. What is really creating the civil discord is extremism and righteousness. We all need to work on the skill of speaking kindly to each other and about each other. Something that the media is not role modeling - it’s all about trash talk. So, on this day of love shall we really love, not just because someone is like you or agrees with you, but love as a miracle of erasing boundaries. May the human heart unite us.