DILLON’S DIRTY MADMEN ROAD DIARIES
I’ve been traveling these roads for decades, and one thing I’ve learned is that the scenery is always changing. So are people.
When drama shows up, my first instinct isn’t always my best one. Over time, I’ve learned to pause before reacting, set boundaries, and ask myself a simple question:
“Will my response help this situation, or am I just adding more noise?”
Sometimes that pause lasts a few minutes. Sometimes it takes me a full day. When you’re dealing with people who are determined to do whatever they want regardless of the consequences, neutral language becomes your friend. “I don’t know.” “I’m staying out of it.” “I wish everyone well.” Simple. Clear. Effective.
And when that doesn’t work, it’s perfectly acceptable to redirect and walk away. Because at the end of the day, it’s a mad fucking world. The outrage is constant. The noise never seems to stop. Every day brings a new crisis, controversy, or reason to pick a side. Whether we like it or not, our leaders set the tone, and the rest of us end up living in the emotional weather they create.
When you have a narcissist in the White House, a madman running the show, well, it’s a mad fucking world. And people, in general, are going to act out.
Why?
Because the goddamn leader sets the tone. All you have to do is think back two years or five years. Would you have imagined, in your wildest dreams, that this is where we’d be?
I may speak my truth. It’s my God-given right.
If you’re engaging in dirty, shady behavior that wouldn’t be tolerated in any healthy environment, you’re probably going to hear about it from me. I’m not here to be liked by everyone. Quite frankly, I don’t care if you like me or not. This isn’t a popularity contest. We did that back in junior high school, and unfortunately, some people never seem to leave it behind.
I’m here to carry a message to a population that has been underserved, marginalized, and at times throughout history nearly erased. I’m here to remain solid, healthy, and spiritually grounded for myself and for the man who may still be suffering.
Our small minority gay population is resilient, insightful, and courageous. There is a reason for that. We don’t always think inside the box. We don’t always conform to social norms. We have had to learn how to survive, adapt, and overcome.
History has shown us how fragile acceptance can be and how important it is to stand together when the world feels uncertain.
However here’s what I’ve learned.
I don’t control the weather. I control whether I carry an umbrella. I can’t control the chaos around me.
However, I can control how I respond to it. I can choose peace over conflict, boundaries over resentment, and understanding over reaction. That doesn’t mean I always get it right. It simply means I’m doing my best.
So if things feel a little crazy right now, you’re probably not alone. Take a breath. Stay grounded. Protect your peace. Help your neighbor when you can. Keep moving forward. These roads have a funny way of leading us exactly where we need to go.
The older I get, the more I realize that peace isn’t found by winning every argument. More often, it’s found by recognizing which battles were never mine to fight in the first place. The difficult part is sitting on the sidelines, watching the chaos unfold, and hearing people ask, “When is somebody going to do something about this?”
For Pete’s sake, somebody already is. The question is whether enough of us are willing to do our small part, right where we stand.
We thought we had the pool to ourselves—until he walked by and caught us. At first he just watched, so we kept going. Then dropped his shorts and joined the fun.
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