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Kenneth Larsen writes...: Love Wins!

I admire Ken Larsen's writing and his posts are always excellent. This is one of my favorites from him. (Use the link below to read his post.)

Kenneth Larsen writes...: Love Wins!: " It would misunderstand these men and women to say they disrespect the idea of marriage. Their plea is that they do respect it, respe...

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  1. Hi Larry,

    I came across your blog while doing research for a client-- and loved what I saw. I especially loved your shared post by Kenneth Larsen and the celebration of the supreme court ruling on same sex marriage. I'm so happy to see that many people around the country are celebrating love.

    While I was reading your post, I had an idea for a story that I think would work perfectly for your blog. I work for a website called Goodshop, a “coupons for good” company based in San Francisco. In light of the Supreme Court ruling legalizing same sex marriage on a federal level, I am working to spread the word about some of the LGBTQ nonprofits we partner with that helped with this success. Non-profits like the Gay and Lesbian Alliance Against Defamation - GLAAD, The Gay Lesbian and Straight Education Network - GLSEN, and The Human Rights Campaign - HRC are a few organizations continuing to take a stand against injustice in the LGBTQ community.

    Opening up marriage rights to the LGBTQ community is a step in the right direction, however the fight is still not over. There are still ways to advocate for full equality, and finding a way to stop bullying and discrimination against LGBTQ youth in schools is an important issue to continue fighting for.

    A trend I’m so happy to see across the nation is high-schools crowning their very first LGBTQ prom court. I want to shed light on some brave and beautiful LGBTQ prom kings and queens and their incredible stride to fight for equality. GLAAD shares their inspiring stories and news in the LGBTQ community, GLSEN helps educate students and teachers about being allies, and The HRC advocates nationwide for LGBTQ civil rights.

    Let me know if you are interested in this story I can send you some more details or a guest post.

    Looking forward to connecting!

    Best,
    Janessa

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