LucKEY KuntZ: FREE-ish in Africa! #Botswana #Juneteenth #Pridemonth

"Black Pride" DigiArt by: JMG

Shouts out to MAMMA Africa!!! Listed below are more African countries that have recently removed bans on same-sex relations.

Have you heard the news!?!? 

1. Angola(2019)

2. Seychelles(2016)

3. Mozambique(2015)

4. Lesotho(2012)

5. São Tomé & Principe(2012)

6. Cape Verde(2004)

American Flags of Freedom - Juneteenth Flag, "19th of June" & U.S. Flag, "4th of July"

LucKEY KuntZ: Prolific Family Freestyle #unlockthemagick

"Black Mother Gaia"
Artist: Uknown

My womb is thee Atlas. 

No malpractice. 

A home with 3 dogs: haven of madness. 

What's a life, without a homie-Lover-friend?

My Navigator-Wife is forever, not a has-been. 

A new hotel every month or every week.

Ancestor-Pilot keeps my mind on fleet.

We're not Gypsy. Just, Chicks-NOmadic.

Humble souls. All truth, Cheer my chalice!

Remote office. Five Heart-beats.

My name is Jeanie- Rei, a crown fit for a Queen! 

_______Having said that, Let's-get-down-to- bus-iness!__________

See the name, we're bout to slay shit. 

lucKEY kuntZ, But not salacious. 

What thAT mouth DO? Poly-glot Cen-tral. 

She got me speaking tongues

That's my Wife, Good-Faithful!

Don't come for blood ova' here 'n act a muck. 

Gonna wish you hadn't when ya karma takes your luck!

(so)Keep it clean, no spirits unseen.

Bless the crown of Yume, because you walk before a King!

ayyye!!! 

-Just A Pair of Queer With a Tribe of Dog Ears 

LucKEY KuntZ: Coming out to a Muslim #EIDMubarak

(Art by: Lana Peterson via @outmuslim)

"Coming out...AGAIN"

Case Number: #06032019 

Subject: Egyptian Muslim 

Name: English Student

Age: 26 years

Sex: Female

Gender: CIS Female 

Pronoun: She/ Her

Relationship: Single

Children: No

Sexual Orientation: UNKNOWN

Art by: @pakgaystani

It was an atypical day. We would speak 2-3 times a week. This particular video call started off with her being flustered with looking for her shoes at the front door. She became frustrated that her sister may have borrowed them w/o asking.  However, for the past few weeks during Ramadan, we'd normally discuss how she enjoyed iftar with family and friends. I'd indulge in the details of delicious foods which included succulent spices like coriander or mint, fragrant aromas from the halal meats, sugary sweetness from the homemade fruit custards, and finally the crunchy, greasy-fried goodness offered from those coveted paneer fritters! 

On this day, specifically, I was eager to hear about her family time during suhoor. Instead, I was met with the fact that she must turn off her video because she is leaving her home; Understandable, given the cultural climate. Secondly, she shifted moods by saying, "Rachel, can I ask you something?" It was at that point, I braced myself for some TABOO topic she knew I didn't want to talk about or knew she couldn't talk about. "Sure!" I said. "Is it true that lesbians are identified with an earring in their nose?" she mumbled. 

I was flabbergasted! At this point, I couldn't see her face and she couldn't see mine, luckily! An immediate "NOooo!" flew outta my mouth. I asked her why she'd think that. She explained that she and her father got into a heated debate about her DESIRE to get a discreet nose-piercing. It was in that moment she, too, found herself defending queer women from such a foolish stereotype. I realized that she needed validation for doing the right thing. Her proceeding question, "Would you get a nose ring if people actually believed that?" HESITATION filled the silence. Suddenly, I got flashbacks of being in a Catholic church confessional with the priest, spewing my sins a.k.a. guilty pleasures. I blurted, "I am married to a lesbian! I mean... I am a lesbian. We are married!" The suspense of a black screen staring back at me, void of any sign of celebration had me wondering if I had said the right thing. Still no response, so I continued on saying, "Even I don't have a nose ring and I am a lesbian." Then she laughed! At last, she let me know how absurd her father was being. She reassured me that she disagreed with his notion because if people find the time to talk to me they will know I am a "good girl." I admitted that I honestly was considering a nose ring in the near future. She then admitted that she still wants one! So call me extra, but somewhere in my heart that translates to her being an ALLY. It may be a reach, but it went better than I imagined. Unfortunately, I haven't heard from her since.  EID MUBARAK? Perhaps. I HOPE. - Jeanie Rei

LucKEY KuntZ: Listen Up Laos!

Not taking life so seriously is highly therapeutic. 

SAY IT WITH YOUR CHEST!

"Don't take life so seriously," she said. 

"Go sat down somewhere," she said.

"Stop rushing, " she said.

"Don't worry," she said.

"I got it," she said. 

These were all things I try to remind myself of when the onset of panic attacks stir-up instantly. Living overseas in a Buddhist country, constantly visiting predominately Muslim land and daring to love freely on this open-communist territory (Laos), have all equally contributed to my schmorgesborg of FEAR relating to queer PDA with my WIFE. 

"I love you," she said, as she fiercely looked into my eyes. The emptiness was undeniable. The pain of rejection was apparent. Her loyalty to Compromise was setting her soul ablaze, leaving her eyes filled with tears she couldn't cry; Washing over like an icy glaze. 

The SILENCE. That very silence stung like a cracked whip that fell upon my back. My teeth felt as if they shattered with every vibration from the words I fixed my mouth to say. "I... love... you... too." My absolute genuine response had now become questionable, rightfully so.

"If you love me, why don't you___"

"If you love me, how come you___"

"If you love me, then you would__"
<<< --Tell dem why you mad, son! 

An entire monologue I imagined her following response to be. I'd soon realize that I'd be mistaken. That piercing silence gave room to TELEPATHY.  It moved me into action. My heart lashed out screaming vindications, yet there was no audio. "Find JOY. Be QUEER. There was no time for regrets, it's all borrowed." 

Images above are the aftermath of that pivotal moment I decided to not live in fear. I would be lying if I let you believe I'm out & proud around these Southeast Asian streets. However, I am coming to a healthier resolution. Building a balanced foundation between modesty and respect for culture & religion. Adding the fact that my amazingly loving and patient wife deserves the best of me that she initially fell in love with. I look at this final photo of myself riding in the rickshaw that collected my bones, and I have so much to tell her. 

"There there, My Child." 
"It gets better." 
"Use EXPLETIVES." 
"Live your LIFE!"