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Thrive Podcast w/ Randy Scobey

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  • Various vlog posts about various topics.

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  • My Ex-Gay Past & Current "Queer Joy" Became One In An Unexpected Way
    Oct 14 2023
    Yesterday I was sitting in the hot tub messaging/texting friends and a small dragonfly flew in and perched on top of my iPhone. He would fly off and come right back off and on for several minutes. So I asked the Universe,” Universe, what are you trying to say to me?” So I messaged Martina and she said to google it, lol. So, I looked up the symbolism of the dragonfly and got:“The Dragonfly normally lives most of its life as a nymph or an immature. It flies only for a fraction of its life.  This symbolizes and exemplifies the virtue of living in the moment and living life to the fullest. By living in the moment, you are aware of who you are, where you are, what you are doing, what you want, what you don’t, and to make informed choices on a moment-to-moment basis.  The eyes of the Dragonfly symbolize the uninhibited vision of the mind and the ability to see beyond the limitations of the human self.  Dragonflies can be a symbol of self that comes with maturity. They can symbolize going past self-created illusions that limit our growth and ability to change.The Dragonfly has been a symbol of happiness, new beginnings, and change for many centuries.  The Dragonfly means hope, change, and love.”Kinda perfect. And, along those lines… I have an experience to share.An experience about how two BIG compartmentalized aspects of my life came together as one at a recent conference. I also made a deeper realization that owning both of those aspects as one, in the moment, is not something to be feared. I never hid my past religious activities or beliefs at work. They all know who I was and the person I now truly am. I just really tried to not talk about it too long at work because “I” was still ashamed of myself. Plus, I am there to do a specific job and all that :), not share war stories.This recent experience reaffirmed a lesson I have been learning through the memoir writing/editing/publishing process. I am one soul on one journey. I will own all of who I was and am. I will always own the moment I inhabit with the wealth of experiences that brought me to that very moment.To Begin…If you had told me ten years ago, I would be at a work-sponsored event where over four thousand LGBTQ+ professionals gathered in person at a Disney World, two thousand more virtually, to discuss how to increase visibility in the workplace…I would have blinked three times and said… huh? Who? Me? … nope NOpe noPE NOPE!Yet there I was with some colleagues a few weeks ago representing our company at the biggest conference I have ever attended; the Out & Equal 2023 Workplace Summit.And every major company was a sponsor. Well, every one of them that I like anyway. Even Cracker Barrel was there!Along with amazing keynote speakers like Laverne Cox, Netta, Brandon Wolf, Alok, and many others, we also got to hear from O&E’s CEO, Erin Uritus. I respect Erin’s passion, vision, and leadership. During the conference, I loved going to the workshops on how to better develop corporate BRGs (business resource groups), special panels on activism and its history, amazing trans speakers, resources, panels, and representation. There were interviews with authors and a whole panel of NBC lgbtq+ reporters having a great discussion on their experience as queer reporters. During the day I enjoyed wonderful conversations with my colleagues on how, what, why, and when to do certain efforts and projects where we work.I’ve said a lot over the past few years that now that I know better, I want to do better; I used to use my superpowers for evil and I want to use them for good.I did at this conference, and it felt GREAT! I felt a skillset I hadn’t fully used in a decade get passionately engaged and it was electrifying.Plus, after the day’s activity, we had SO much fun over drinks, dinner, and laughter. One night we went to the Animal Kingdom and went on the 3D screechy Avatar ride (I was the one screaming/narrating through the whole thing), swam in beautiful pools, and even floated around a lazy river at one of them. My colleagues are hilarious. Some of us adopted names: One of them is Momma, I am Auntie, another is Gampy, and yet another is Blanche! LolSo not only was it of great benefit professionally, but I also felt included in the community in a way I never felt to this extent before. I never knew this level of professional fulfillment, as an openly gay man, could exist for me. I am glad I found this job, worked hard, and earned my way into this world; it’s a good fit.Along with all of that, I had quite a few deep conversations with a new work friend, Michael Galluccio. He and his husband Jon made history in the United States as the first gay couple to legally adopt their children as a couple.  They paved the way in New Jersey for gay couples to adopt their children jointly just like any other straight couple has been able to do without question since people began adopting children. Their historic precedent would soon spread to...
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  • Why, WHY?
    Apr 27 2023

    During our weekly meeting last Monday, my publisher suggested the title "Why" and its corresponding subtitle for my book. I'm incredibly pleased with the suggestions and eagerly agreed with them immediately. Then I announced it online, and the ensuing discussions have only heightened my enthusiasm.

    I like the title Why because it is open-ended and doesn’t end with a question mark. “Why” is a powerful little word that will meet the reader where they are at. It can be read as a question or a statement.

    For writers, that is like word magic! :)

    So far, the feedback has been incredibly optimistic about the title and subtitle. Interestingly, a handful of people who knew me in my self-loathing ex-gay days asked why it didn’t say, “Why Conversion Therapy?” or some derivation of that. The subtitle foreshadows why Why isn’t narrowed down to one topic:

    I survived abuse only to live a lie before learning to thrive as my true self.

    Living a lie is when I lived and promoted ex-gay ideology (conversion therapy of a religious nature) for twenty-three years (twenty-one within Exodus). But I am about to turn 55 in a couple of weeks. That means 32 years of my life have nothing to do with Exodus or trying to live a lie. This memoir is not confined to the self-loathing version of me, so it wouldn’t be accurate to modify the title Why along the conversion therapy lines.

    From 1968 to 1992, I went through hell. Absolute hell. I experienced every kind of abuse (i.e., emotional terrorism, physical assault, sexual assault, systemic disenfranchisement, losing friends to AIDS, etc.) long before I heard of Exodus or what an “ex-gay movement” was. This traumatic conditioning (PTSD) is what set me up to think that the lie was Truth with a capital “T” (religious ‘cause God said so!’ kind of truth). So much so that I started teaching and promoting the lie, which then spread the destruction to others. But tragedy happened in 2013 that exposed the lie for what it was, destructive and sometimes deadly abuse.

    Eventually, I came out in 2015 and have been learning to thrive as my true self ever since. The book goes into all that and connects many dots that I am confident readers will identify with or at least come to a deeper understanding of how some of us ended up in the cult of ex-gay ministry and its ideology.

    But in another way, my story is like any other human story. Mine might be a steroid-level WTF kind of messy, but I don’t know a soul whose journey doesn’t have some WTF kind of mess at some point. Living life tends to be full of good decisions, horrible decisions, and consequences…lots of consequences. But it is also a human story of doing better once you know better, not just to live but to make amends, seek justice, and thrive.

    Add in all that drama sprinkled with a good dose of sardonic wit, and you get a memoir that I hope will inform, inspire, and positively impact the reader no matter what their “Why” was when they first opened the book.

    Coming in 2023, my memoir WhyPublished by IOM Inspirebytes - Author Profile

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    12 mins
  • BTSGC Newsletter - Issue #22 - Christmas 2022 Edition
    Dec 24 2022
    Hello Friends!Merry Christmas! I love the week before and after Christmas almost as much as the holiday itself. Everyone is so excited and doing their last-minute shopping, traditions, eating, and dreaming of getting their pit bull in a Christmas tutu (or is it just me?), but don’t because she would eat the glittery tutu first. Gigi likes to chew and eat everything. I think a goat got involved in her lineage somehow. If we ever have a wildebeest problem… she’s our girl. But, I digress, ::: lifting up a mug of eggnog ::: enjoy your holiday. I remember as a kid having great Christmas mornings with presents piled under the Christmas tree and taking a nap in the middle of all the torn wrapping paper and bows. Then, I remember piling into the car to see our extended family at Great Granny’s house. She would always greet us with a gigantic smile, hugs, and kisses and rush back to the kitchen, where she and my Great Aunt Ruby would finish cooking Christmas dinner.She made me feel special; I always got my chocolate pie and hot dogs. When Uncle Boochie died, I was the oldest blood-male relative, so I also got to sit at the head of the table. I was nervous as all got out, thinking my Uncles (married in) hated me for it.They didn’t. They could care less… Eventually, with the passing of time and Sallie Mae’s (my Great Granny) promotion to a guardian angel, the holiday feasts at her house ceased. Add that to the negativity at home; we stopped celebrating Christmas. It was “just another day,” according to my stepfather, so the celebrations stopped for all holidays and even birthdays. No more piles of presents, naps in wrapping paper, no chocolate pies, but sometimes there were hot dogs because they were easy to make.Sidenote: my stepfather is a very different person nowadays…that journey could be a whole other book. But I can say I love him with genuine affection.Later in life, during the years believing I was “called” to celibacy, sometimes I would get invites to friends’ houses. While they were lovely and inclusive, I always felt incredibly awkward. I did try to make my own set of traditions but getting drunk while decorating a Walmart tree with dollar store ornaments only goes so far. Nevertheless, I loved my humble tree. It was adorable. It was even cute when blurred by tears.Now, in the present, last weekend, when our little family was getting ready for a Christmas party. I was drinking a Christmas cocktail as Dan finished primping, and Autumn showed off her ugly Christmas sweater by dancing around the house to the classic Christmas music playing on all speakers. The Christmas tree in the corner was lit; Dan beautifully decorated the house. The dogs were super sweet hanging out after their evening feast, guarding me as I type this; I will admit to being flushed with emotion, seeing that the Divine had arranged for and provided a family to enjoy once again. Today, I even make whiskey chocolate pecan pie in honor of Great Granny Sallie Mae every year. Now, it would be perfect if I could get Dan and Autumn on board with the hot dogs at the Christmas meal.Are You Having A Tough Time This Holiday? I UnderstandMany folks are alone or having a difficult holiday; I can genuinely empathize. However, if someone has a holiday where negative religious reasons knowingly/unknowingly burden them, I get it. It sucks. That would describe far too many Holidays in my life.At one point, I started to combat the suckiness by reviving or creating traditions that genuinely made me happy.OH yes, before Dan, Autumn, and the fur kids came along… as many hot dogs and chocolate pies as I wanted :). One year my Christmas meal was lobster mac and cheese! I loved eating every delicious bite. I had classic Christmas carols and hymns playing throughout the day, painting, writing, talking with loved ones on the phone… whatever brought peace and joy into the home.I also stopped comparing my current situation to my childhood and what others were doing. Even in the closet, to myself and others, my authentic self was aching to be expressed. In the last few years in the stained glass closet, despite not feeling complete (yearning for my own family), I did enjoy those Bachelor Christmas festivities. I chose to be grateful, to be content regardless of circumstance.And if I needed to allow the black hole of shoulda, woulda, coulda to suck all the life out of the room, I permitted myself to do that as long as I made a fun plan afterward. Usually, I would get involved in making the fun plan in my head, and the black hole of despair would stomp off for lack of attention.I hope those experiencing sadness this holiday will embrace intentional gratitude and joy. Even though my life is dreamy now, part of my heart will always be with the lonely at Christmas. So regardless of how your holidays are going, whether I know you yet or not if you need a friend on this side of the screen… Hi! Feel free to email me or private message me ...
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    11 mins

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