Let me tell you something right now: June can SUCK IT.

It’s not even officially summer, that’s on JUNE 20th, and I already smell like somebody’s uncle at a crawfish boil who’s been sitting in a lawn chair since noon.

It’s no coincidence that The J Michael Experience officially launches today, the beginning of Pride month. Just like this project is a labor of love, my life has been a labor of evolution. Each step, each transition, each life occurrence, each realization, each and every moment that allowed me to become more confident in the person I am.

To not understand my story is to not understand me.

To not understand Pride is to not understand us.

Let’s dive in…

Listen, there is absolutely no age limit on deciding to do better. You’re not too old to start over. You’re not too behind to catch up. You’re not too broken to rebuild. You’re not too tired to rise up. And you are certainly not too far gone to return to yourself.

Like… do you even know how many chickens have to die so a single Chick-fil-A drive-thru line can operate for one hour?

First Alaskan stop: Ketchikan. A cute little port town that looks exactly how you’d imagine Alaska would dress up for the Instafake. We popped into some shops, and then made a beeline for chowder because, priorities. But first, a little history lesson: I learned that a female pimp is called a madame…

There’s this quote that’s been sitting with me for a bit after many of my colleagues attended a program called “Bold”, which primarily markets to the real estate profession, but you typically come out of there with some really important nuggets about life. About the second day in, “when you’re born you look like your parents, when you die you look like your choices” began making it’s rounds on social media…and even though I didn't attend the program, it didn’t keep the message from stewing in my mind.

Here’s where that took me…

From Monsoons to Maple Leaves. Oh Canada, you Glowy Bitch.

Let me set the stage. We were invited on this fabulous cruise to celebrate one of my all-time favorite co-worker’s husband’s 60th birthday. He’s adorable, she’s iconic, and the whole damn thing sounded like a Hallmark movie with a touch of tequila. But plot twist—they also introduced us to their friend Cindy, who joined the adventure, and listen… Cindy is that girl. She’s kind, she’s knowledgeable, she’s considerate without being a pushover, and she has the kind of chill energy that makes you want to pour a glass of wine and tell her your life story. Due to the sheer drama and extravagance of the itinerary, this story will be brought to you in two parts—Canada and Alaska. Buckle up, bitches.

This post… this post right here? Deserved its own damn spotlight. And honestly, it’s probably kicking off a whole damn series, because the universe won’t stop sending me reminders that I was never supposed to be anyone’s parent. God knew. He saw the simulation loading, saw my name in the file, and said, “Mmm… nah, let’s not risk prison.” And He was right. He’s always right.

So let me tell you what happened.

Welcome to The JME—yes, it’s a blog, and no, I’m not stuck in 2009.

Before you roll your eyes and scroll off to watch another 30-second video of a girl making oat milk in a neutral-toned kitchen, hear me out. I’ve done my homework—and guess what? Blogging isn’t dead.

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