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July 7, 2023

The pro-LGBTQ+ House Democrat Party in Michigan has passed a law to fine or incarcerate residents using the wrong pronouns in addressing another person.

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The bill, HB 4474, criminalizes making somebody “feel threatened” by terminology including employing the wrong pronouns. If enacted, it will be a felony hate crime with up to five years in prison or a $10,000 fine for causing protected classes to “feel terrorized, frightened, or threatened,” regarding gender identity or sexual orientation.

I Am a Fugitive

I reside in North Carolina where my recent crime is not yet a felony.  Whew!  My letter below and some of the correspondence leading up to it, illuminate my grievous sin!  

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Greetings Artspace Board Members,

I am a six-year volunteer with Artspace of Raleigh, having started in March of 2014, and serving through March of 2020 until COVID-19 shut us down. I resumed volunteering once the “First Friday” visitors were back in swing.

During my time as a volunteer, I was on site, perhaps 60 to 64 times, missing about 10 First Fridays due to my travel as a professional.  My volunteer experience initially included serving wine and beer, then serving food for many years.  Also I stayed on for a second 3-hour shift, on short notice, when other volunteers did not appear.

I also served on some weekends during Family Days and at the annual benefactors’ banquet — a black tie affair.

After COVID-19, I was assigned to the education room.  During such sessions, parents with children or children on their own would create some type of art or craft.  The new supervisor was David, who praised me often, as I always arrived early, took few breaks, did not require refreshments, and handled crowds of all sizes.

When I volunteered for June, I saw that my sign-up had been removed.  When I re-signed, I was informed by David via email, out of the blue that I had committed a grievous sin 10 weeks before. Ten weeks!