Willie Edward Taylor Carver Jr
@williecarver.bsky.social
Big Gay Appalachian. Cat person.
Author of Gay Poems for Red States.
Kentucky Colonel. Kentucky Teacher of the Year.
Tweets are mine. All pronouns cool.
www.williecarver.com
Author of Gay Poems for Red States.
Kentucky Colonel. Kentucky Teacher of the Year.
Tweets are mine. All pronouns cool.
www.williecarver.com
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December 2, 2025 at 2:17 AM
We're coming upon the one-year anniversary, and I can still smell the artificial berry on the hot and prescient breath of his holy rabbitself.
November 22, 2025 at 9:03 PM
We're coming upon the one-year anniversary, and I can still smell the artificial berry on the hot and prescient breath of his holy rabbitself.
They cannot touch love.
They cannot touch my marriage.
They cannot undo what God has ordained.
In righteousness, morality, and love, my marriage is beyond the reach of their cruel and dirty mouths and hands. All that they do simply shows us who they are.
Because they aren't worthy of defining us.
They cannot touch my marriage.
They cannot undo what God has ordained.
In righteousness, morality, and love, my marriage is beyond the reach of their cruel and dirty mouths and hands. All that they do simply shows us who they are.
Because they aren't worthy of defining us.
November 7, 2025 at 7:45 PM
They cannot touch love.
They cannot touch my marriage.
They cannot undo what God has ordained.
In righteousness, morality, and love, my marriage is beyond the reach of their cruel and dirty mouths and hands. All that they do simply shows us who they are.
Because they aren't worthy of defining us.
They cannot touch my marriage.
They cannot undo what God has ordained.
In righteousness, morality, and love, my marriage is beyond the reach of their cruel and dirty mouths and hands. All that they do simply shows us who they are.
Because they aren't worthy of defining us.
My neighbor's cactus suddenly grew hands and looks like a toddler wanting to be picked up.
I'm no cactologist, but is this a sign of the End Times?
I'm no cactologist, but is this a sign of the End Times?
August 15, 2025 at 11:36 PM
My neighbor's cactus suddenly grew hands and looks like a toddler wanting to be picked up.
I'm no cactologist, but is this a sign of the End Times?
I'm no cactologist, but is this a sign of the End Times?
Phew! I need to sit down after reading that. To sit down and say thank you 💙
50% of all author proceeds of online sales of Gay Poems for Red States and presales of Tore All to Pieces made at CoffeeTree Books will go to EastKY mutual aid.
www.coffeetreebooks.com/product-page...
50% of all author proceeds of online sales of Gay Poems for Red States and presales of Tore All to Pieces made at CoffeeTree Books will go to EastKY mutual aid.
www.coffeetreebooks.com/product-page...
August 14, 2025 at 5:33 PM
Phew! I need to sit down after reading that. To sit down and say thank you 💙
50% of all author proceeds of online sales of Gay Poems for Red States and presales of Tore All to Pieces made at CoffeeTree Books will go to EastKY mutual aid.
www.coffeetreebooks.com/product-page...
50% of all author proceeds of online sales of Gay Poems for Red States and presales of Tore All to Pieces made at CoffeeTree Books will go to EastKY mutual aid.
www.coffeetreebooks.com/product-page...
