After my weird Hollywood thing ended in 2018, I knew I needed to take some time to just be alone with myself and the baby dog on the beach. We stayed out there for 8 months together, until hiding from disaster became its own disaster.
The pandemic hit shortly after we returned to the real world and then there was no world anymore at all. I found myself on another island, just me and the baby dog, and we have been here ever since.
I will never stop feeling grateful for the solitude. It’s what I had been needing for decades. And I will never stop feeling grateful for the baby dog. She saved me. I had been asking the universe for peace and kindness for years and it finally found me.
My hot take is that pop culture and art and music and fashion and snacks and puppies and drag queens and texting and stupid movies and memes and holding hands and dancing and expensive perfume and very high thread count Egyptian cotton sheets and fancy bath towels and shiny pretty things and tall boy bathtubs are all actually really important.
The pandemic is hard and endless and there’s no extra credit for suffering. It’s not shallow to want to surround yourself with life and beauty when there is death and sadness all around.
Say yes to all bread. Chase kindness. Buy whatever. Laugh about it. Cry about it. You’re doing great.
“Certain things are so blatantly offensive that they require no warning. At some point they cease to be vile and cross over into the realm of the merely ridiculous. A quick glance at homosexual pop singer Logan Lynn’s song titles is enough to tell consumers everything they need to know about his work.”– Focus on the Family (2/4/22)
My friend pretended to be a concerned parent in order to get this statement from the music reviews division of James Dobson’s anti-gay evangelical Jesus cult, after hearing me talk about how Focus on the Family’s Parental Guidance Magazine was the only way I discovered secular music as a sheltered Christian kid growing up in said cult, last week on the radio. 🤣🏆
I’m framing the email they sent her, as well as the official statement she got the queer-hating Family Research Council to issue about me and my music. Nothing has ever been funnier, y’all.
Listen to what all the homosexual fuss is about at www.LoganLynn.gay and burn in Hell for an eternity!
