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How we feel about sex may determine the course of our country.  

In our current world of chaos and political trauma, is anyone else sick of certain groups trying to tell us how to live our lives? 

Hey, I’m all for laws that prevent me from infringing on someone else’s rights or property.  I’m all for laws that protect our planet, for the collective good. The laws I am talking about are more intimate and personal, like who we can marry or if we can get cancer treatment or not because we have a working uterus. 

We have some states wanting to ban spicy romance books. I’m seventy, been married for over 48 years; I am a mom and grandma. When I was younger, I read my share of spicy books. Hell, I have written a few in my lifetime. You don’t like them? Then don’t read them.

In Texas they can regulate how many sex toys an adult can own. Seriously people, you spent taxpayer dollars regulating how many sex toys an adult can own?  However, Texas has no laws regulating how many guns a person can own. Funny thing, I never remember hearing about a dildo shooting up a classroom of kids.

There are also folks talking about making birth control illegal. It is no one’s freaking business if an adult chooses to use birth control. I think some elected officials forget they were voted into office to work for us, not to regulate our sex lives.

It’s not always a lawmaker attempting to assert control over people when they don’t agree with someone’s life choices. Such as the person who insists on calling a trans person by their dead name. Those who defend this practice often say something like, “their birth name is their real name.” That is utter BS. They are just being intentionally mean and rude. 

Non-trans people have been changing their names forever. As a little girl I was called Bobbi Ann, and then later dropped the Ann. My husband’s real name is Donald, and as a child he went by Donnie, and today he goes by Don.  Non-trans people often go by nicknames or legally change their birthname for one reason or another.

It’s not just the overstepping legislators or those who go out of their way to ruin someone’s day. We have the Heritage Foundation working behind the scenes in an attempt to force us all to live their version of Christian Stepford Wife Utopia, where we all attend the same type of church, and the women marry, have lots of children and obey their husbands.

Here’s the thing, it’s my opinion—prove me wrong—the Heritage Foundation’s (and similar groups) views on how to live is nothing more than a sexual kink. Hey, I am not one to kink shame. If two consenting adults want to role play dominate and submissive games, that is their prerogative, but the entire country is not interested in joining you—I can practically guarantee that.

If an adult woman wants to talk in a keep-sweet voice, always look pretty for her man, and is willing to be on sexual call 24/7, while taking no birth control, with no anticipation her own sexual needs will be met, that is her business.  

That is certainly something I would have never signed up for. My mama taught me sex is a perfectly natural and beautiful act between two people who love each other, and if not mutually enjoyed, he is not doing it right.  Mom never said that last part, I just added it. But I don’t believe a man who loves his woman would ever—and I mean ever—expect her to have sex with him unless he intends to do his damnedest to satisfy her.

I suspect that’s one reason some of those states are trying to ban spicy books. They  want women to see sex as a spousal duty, for the sole pleasure of her husband. A wife  is supposed to submit her body, allow her husband to do whatever he wants, and don’t expect anything in return.  If that is your kink, fine. Just don’t impose it on unwilling adults.

Their vision is a world where a woman is nothing but an object for a man’s use and for breeding without any real consideration for her needs. When having sex, it is about his pleasure, not hers. When breeding, there is no consideration for her health. In their world, she can be denied vital lifesaving medication—even if not pregnant—for fear it may interfere with a future pregnancy. She is to cook and clean and take care of the home and children. She could easily be replaced by a robot, if only they could figure out a way for a robot to incubate human babies.

We are each given one life to live during this time on earth. How we choose to live that life is our choice.  If you believe in the Bible, then you believe we are each given free will—free will to live our lives as we want. If we go to hell for our choices, then that’s our business, not yours.

This would be a better country if people would respect the choices of other Americans.  Well, maybe not respect them, but at least mind your own business if it is not hurting you. For example, if you hate nose rings and you see a pretty girl wearing one in the grocery store, keep your opinions to yourself. She didn’t ask for it, and she isn’t wearing the nose ring for you.

If you are sitting at the park and a stranger is sitting next to you talking on the phone in Spanish, don’t say something jerky like, “Speak English, this is America.”  It is his freaking phone call, he is not talking to you, mind your own business.

If you see two guys walking down the street holding hands, don’t make some derogatory remark about how gays are shoving their lifestyle in your face. They are simply living their lives, just like the heterosexual couple you passed earlier, who were also holding hands, but with them you flashed a smile. 

If someone else’s life choices don’t hurt you or others (which doesn’t include making you uncomfortable), then be a decent person, maybe even try a little empathy.  Let people live their lives and be happy. If Jimmy across the street feels more at home wearing dresses, so what? It’s just clothes. Have you seen how the founders of our country dressed? Tights, lace shirts, and wigs. 

Okay, that’s my rant for today.  But before I go, in case this is the first time you’ve come across my blog, but you’ve heard about my Haunting Danielle paranormal cozy mystery series, I should probably warn you, it isn’t a spicy romance. It’s G-rated, and my characters keep their bedroom doors shut. 

But, if you do enjoy a spicier read, you can check out the books written under my Anna J. McIntyre pen name. The Coulson Family Saga is a five book series spanning a century. It’s available in audiobook format—and the narrator did a marvelous job. Actually, I have terrific narrators for both the Coulson Family Saga and Haunting Danielle.

There are also four happily ever after romances under the McIntyre pen name.

How spicy are my McIntyre books? I suspect not as spicy as some of the romance books I’ve seen promoted over on Booktok.

What does it mean to be an American?

Conservatives like to say public schools indoctrinate children. I supposed they’re right. When I went to school, I stood up every day in class and said the Pledge of Allegiance. I was told ours was the land of the free, home of the brave, and everyone wanted to live here.

They did a good job of skimming over the slavery part in school, not distracting from the “land of the free” message. 

They softened slavery by reminding us it had been common throughout human history, not a sin specific to America, plus most white Americans didn’t own slaves. Of course, later, when I dived into genealogy, I discovered it wasn’t uncommon to come across slave ownership in someone’s family tree. 

I remember learning about Betsy Ross in grade school—the folk lore not the truth—and later going to a friend’s house where we took turns pretending one of us was Betsy Ross, designing a flag for our new country. This was at the same time we learned about Francis Scott Key’s inspiration when writing The Star-Spangle Banner. The dramatic imagery of our flag, tattered but still flying after a battle during the War of 1812, infused a sense of patriotism in my soul that swelled whenever I heard the song.

Grade schools in California, when I was a child, taught about Mission Indians, which was a fun course where we visited a mission and made mission dioramas. I can’t recall discussing the negative impacts missions had on Natives. 

In high school history, I don’t remember studying about the Trail of Tears or Japanese internment camps, those may have been side bar mentions. We didn’t learn about Black Wall Street or the Tulsa massacre. It wasn’t until college that we dived into those unsavory topics, which might explain why some conservatives oppose college and accuse teachers of indoctrinating student. 

During the Vietnam and Watergate era my patriotism waned considerably. I was in college during the Watergate trials, and I remember watching them when I wasn’t in class.

Not long after I graduated from college and got married, I, along with a large part of America learned more about slavery when the mini-series, Roots, by Alex Haley’s came out. While the mini-series is over 45 years old, I highly recommend it. You can find it on various cable and movie streaming channels, and it would be an excellent watch for Black History Month.

As Roots gave me some fresh insight into slavery, my father-in-law gave me a brief glimpse into the Japanese internment camps during World War II. My father-in-law was born in Hilo, Hawaii, to a Puerto Rican father and a Portuguese mother, who worked on a sugar cane plantation. My father-in-law, Walter (yes, he had the same name as my father) was twenty years old and lived in Hawaii when Pearl Harbor was attacked.  He told us of having to drive busloads of Japanese Americans to internment camps. Not only were they American citizens, but many of them were his friends. This was not something he wanted to do.

It was at the 1984 Opening Ceremonies at the California Olympics that I felt my first wave of patriotism in years.  Don got tickets through his work for the opening ceremony and several events. But it was the Opening Ceremony that pushed my patriotic buttons. Perhaps it was the indoctrination of my youth lying dormant, after all those years saying the Pledge of Allegiance.

While I never forgot our country’s sins, I embraced the mantra that we as a collective were striving for a more perfect union. I totally—1000% bought into that belief.

When I was in college, I started getting interested in genealogy after my paternal grandmother shared with me her professionally prepared family tree. In the early years of my marriage, I visited LDS libraries, which had great family records. I wasn’t Mormon, and neither was my family, yet they still had a wealth of information. When the internet came along, I started searching online and eventually signed up for Ancestry.com.

I became friends with a member of Colonial Dames, attending some meetings with her. While I toyed with the possibility of finding a family line for membership, I discovered I was eligible for Daughter’s of the American Revolution (DAR). 

I didn’t do it immediately; it took a number of years, but I finally had the documentation necessary for me to apply for membership. Connecting with an ancestor who fought in the American Revolution can give someone a strong sense of patriotism, and joining an organization like DAR can stoke that patriotism.

I joined a chapter in Lake Havasu City, and for about a year I regularly attended the meetings. My brief exposure to the group showed them to be inclusive, non-political, and hopeful. But then Covid hit, there was the shut down, and the following year my husband and I decided to move to Oregon to be closer to our kids.

I’ve always compared one’s country to a family. A big dysfunctional family. We have problems, but we will work them out together. I once never understood why an American would want to move to another country. Not because I thought mine was the best country in the world. That would be an ignorant statement, since I have never been out of the country aside from Mexico. But because it was home. Yet now, I understand why some Americans consider leaving.


Since I had first studied the Constitution in Junior high, and again in High School Civics, I had been taught the beauty of our democracy was the three equal and separate branches of government. Our freedoms and liberties were protected by checks and balances. 

The members of each branch of government take an oath to solemnly swear to support and defend the Constitution of the United States against all enemies, foreign and domestic. 

It breaks my heart to say this,  but on day one President Trump broke his oath to uphold and protect the Constitution, by flagrantly issuing unconstitutional executive orders.

Over the last few years white Americans have learned the excruciating lesson that black Americans have been telling us for years—and that is, the notion that no person is above the law in this country is blatantly false. We have an adjudicated rapist and felon, who has not spent a single night behind bars, yet sits in the White House.

Trump has attempted to usurp the powers of Congress, and he handed the keys to the US Treasury to his major political donor, a foreign born billionaire who holds citizenship in three countries and who has US government contracts worth more than 15 billion, funded by US taxpayers.

His supporters may love all Trump and Musk are doing, seeing it as a show of power, but they are not patriots. A patriot supports the US Constitution. 

Our constitution gives each state two representatives in the Senate, and the members of the House are divided up amongst the population of the state.  Congress is elected to represent WE THE PEOPLE.

We have over 300 million people in the United States. One person cannot fairly represent all the citizens. Our founders knew that. That is why we have Congress. None of us is going to get exactly what we want. We share our country with fellow Americans.

The president is responsible for executing and enforcing the laws created by Congress. His job is not to change the laws at his whim. That’s why there is a mechanism for the Congress to override a presidential veto.

While a president presents a budget proposal to Congress, he is not the one who ultimately decides how the money will be spent. Congress is supposed to do that. Sure, he can veto the Congress’s budget, yet they can turn around and override him with enough votes.


That’s why Trump changing laws and deciding to disregard already passed budget expenses is a clear violation of our US Constitution. Trump is attempting to rule as a king, yet our constitution did not set up a monarch. My ancestors who fought and died for this country did not do so to establish a king.

Trump’s team is proudly and openly implementing the “Flood the zone shit” strategy that Steve Bannon bragged about. It is about overwhelming and breaking down the American spirit by throwing so much at them they feel hopeless.

That doesn’t seem like something a President of the United States should be doing to the citizens who elected him into office. It is a far cry from the image of America I was taught for most of my seventy years.

Trump has been in office for a little over two weeks and already he has talked about going to war with Canada, Panama, Greenland, and Gaza over some land grabs I can say with certainty most Americans don’t want. The havoc he has set loose on the American people, the embarrassment he has brought to our country, the real harm and suffering he has brought to thousands of people, the financial disasters he is courting for not just the US but the world, the utterly incompetent cabinet choices, scrubbing government websites of vital resources, while threatening the financial and physical health of Americans doesn’t even cover it all. 

Trump is intentionally trying to hurt American citizens. Unless we are a country of masochists, I don’t believe we voted for this.

Recently I read a comment on social media from a Canadian that said, “We can no longer trust America.” That broke my heart.

When I first sat down and started this post, I had a different ending in mind. But then I remembered a quote from the movie, The American President. Recently I came across an excerpt from that movie on YouTube and posted it on my personal Facebook page. That excerpt was from a speech given by President Andrew Shepherd, the main character in the movie played by Michael Douglas. In many ways, that scene brings into focus what is happening in our country.

Shepherd tells us, “America isn’t easy. America is advanced citizenship. You’ve gotta want it bad, ’cause it’s gonna put up a fight.” 

He is right. America isn’t easy. There are currently elected officials—and some overstepping donors—who are attempting to undermine not just the spirit of the United States of America, but the U.S. Constitution, which is the very foundation of our country.

Fellow Americans, it’s not easy, but do you want advanced citizenship? Or are you willing to allow Trump to rip up the foundation of our country? 

One final quote from that movie which I believe is worth sharing:  “Being President of this country is entirely about character.”

Loss is not always the same.

My mother—one of my dearest friends and greatest champions—passed away less than two weeks before the last election. While Mom’s death was not a surprise, after all she was 96 years old, suffered from dementia, and was on Hospice—I was still in the early days of processing her death and my grief.

 Then came the election results, and I had another loss to process.

I’ve heard some people claim MAGA supporters see the elections as a sporting event. They put on their red hats, dress up in flag-like apparel, and adorn their vehicles with flags and banners. And when they lose—or win—their reaction is similar to a loss or win of their favorite team. 

As for me, I keep thinking of that viral video of the Trump supporter sobbing after his last loss, begging him to come back and save her and our country. She was quite dramatic.

It’s interesting to me, because the loss I feel is not about any of those things. 

You see, I am not sad for my team, because for me it was never akin to a sporting event. Plus, I’m not a sports fan.

Nor am I sad for myself, like that sobbing Trump supporter.

And the loss I’m experiencing has nothing to do with any sadness I might feel for our country. 

The grief I’ve been processing regarding the last election is about a profound sense of disappointment in my fellow Americans—especially family members who decided to vote for him, or people whom I consider friends. 

It is a visceral, gut wrenching, sadness in people. I have always been an optimist. I’ve always held onto the belief that people are inherently good. But now I ask, are they?

This is not about politics. Had someone like Liz Cheney been the GOP candidate and won, I would not have been happy, because I disagree with her politics. BUT I would not be experiencing this gut wrenching disappointment in my fellow Americans.  

 Our country has put into office a man who, like an adolescent, calls his adversaries insulting names. He is a serial cheater and womanizer, who partied with Epstein, bragged about grabbing women between their legs and hitting on married women, and lacks any decorum or diplomacy.

He has publicly mocked a disabled journalist, insulted POWs, dodged the draft with suspicious bone spurs, is an adjudicated rapist and has been convicted of 34 felonies. He is obsessed with revenge and can easily be swayed with excessive flattery. I could go on with my list, but what would be the point? None of that mattered.

Many of his supporters cheer on his behavior, claiming it makes him more relatable—he is just like us! Not sure how that is a flex.

But people I care about voted for this man, and my disappointment in them is profound. It is a little like discovering someone you care about is now best friends with a guy who went on a crime spree in your town, which included manhandling women, stealing from charities and improperly taking sensitive files from his last job, and the only reason he didn’t go to jail for any of his crimes is because he got out on a technicality. He never apologized for any of his crimes, just denied or made excuses, despite the evidence. He also likes to mock the disabled guy who works at the grocery store, and when he sees a woman who doesn’t give him the attention he desires, he lets everyone know he thinks she is fat or ugly. Despite all of that, your friend thinks the guy is terrific.

(Photo: About losses. Mom on the left.)