Joe.My.God. LGBT News
Today marks the nineteenth blogiversary of this here website thingy. Counting this one, we’re at 138,342 posts over 19 years, the last 15 of which have been without a full day off, although posting on weekends is usually at a slower rate. As I’ve said on this day every year, whether I am insanely committed or am insane and should be committed – that is entirely your call.
I appreciate all of you for sticking with me all these years, particularly over the last few years when the entire world was turned upside down by the pandemic.
In this post last year I noted that site traffic has indicated that most of you tend to read JMG during office hours and that continues to be the case, although I suspect not as many of you are reading this in your work-from-home sexy underwear compared to 2020-2022.
Looking back on the last year of posts, it’s evident that we emerged from the horrors of the Trump years and the pandemic only to be faced with unprecedented and vicious attacks on LGBTQ rights. Our wins have been few, even though Democrats far outperformed expectations in the midterms.
On similar down side, a lot of the ads you’ve seen lately on JMG have tended to be PSA types and other annoyingly ill-targeted “remnant” fillers. That because, perhaps obviously, the advertisers that gravitate towards the LGBTQ vertical – namely travel, restaurant, and entertainment companies – largely put their campaigns on hold during the pandemic and so far few have returned, perhaps due to extremist attacks on “woke” corporations.
If you’re not seeing those ill-targeted ads, it’s likely because you’re among the roughly half of JMG readers who use ad blockers and therefore miss those forlorn messages from lonely young ladies wanting to chat right now. If you are seeing them, my apologies. (Please do not sign up for any Russian brides.)
That’s why, more than ever, it’s the generous support of the JMG community that keeps the lights on around here. PayPal sends me a monthly tip jar recap, but for those who donate without a PayPal account and for other reasons I still don’t understand, I usually don’t get an email address to send a note of thanks. To steal a line from the fabulous Coco Peru, that bothers me.
On behalf of myself and our tireless tech support guy Jack, who deals with a lot of stupid nonsense at stupid hours, you have our eternal thanks for being part of the rollicking community of “homosexual buccaneers” and straight allies that fight the good fight. The ride will likely only get rougher from here, so hang on. We’ve got the kids and righteousness on our side.
We weren’t able to hold any JMG meetups during the pandemic years, but there’s at least a couple on the burner, including at the Democratic convention in Chicago, where I will demand drunken sweaty hugs. You have ample notice to pick out something pretty/slutty/sexy to wear.
Help yourself to some punch and cookies. Please don’t let the cat out. And onward to year TWENTY!