‪Chicago! Come be the first to watch Netflix EastSiders Season 4 (featuring me!!!) at Reeling Film Fest.

Screening is Monday, September 23rd at 9:00pm. 💙 ‬

‪Tickets and info HERE.

LA fam: Join me one week from tonight for the Season 4 premiere of EastSiders at Outfest!

This is the final season of this series and I can’t give any secrets away, but I will say that I’m thrilled to be a part of the magic this round and can’t wait for you all to tune in. 😊

Catch up on the first 3 seasons on Netflix now!

🎥 EastSiders: Season 4
📆 July 20 at 9:30 p.m.
📍 TCL Chinese 6 Theatres
🎟 Tickets

“It’s been my experience that nothing triggers this type of toxic masculinity culture more than a gay man who isn’t afraid,” Lynn says, “and I can’t think of anything I am less afraid of than a bunch of fragile dudes who can’t deal with my existence.”

Read the full story in People Magazine HERE, or click on the screenshot below.

…and here’s some backstory:

Back when all of this super intense homophobic trolling started up again a few months ago, it was worse than ever before. Since my time on TV back in the early days of Logo I’ve been a target of this disturbing trash, but I’ve always found ways of using it as a motivator, and it has fueled my queer activism.

A lot of it has turned scarier than usual since the last election when I put out that Satanic puppet video where I put Donald Trump in jail (where he belongs), but this past January I finally made a deal with myself (and my mom) that I was just never going to look at what poison strangers are saying about me ever again — not even for the sake of comedy or advocacy — and I haven’t.

Anyone who follows me has watched me spend years taking screenshots and mocking the truly endless hate I get as a punchline, but I’m fucking tired and homophobia has completely lost its charm. Even with a team of people working with me on managing it all, the bigotry is still painful, and the content of the trolling is so twisted and personally triggering, it can be really hard to find a punchline.

Whether you are a 24 year old comic in Portland attempting to make a name for yourself by publicly dragging mine through the mud, or you don’t like someone famous that I’m connected to, or you are an Evangelical murderer who wants to burn my house down because you hate gay people, or you are one of the 26,000 MAGA dudes who listen to the Opie and Anthony Radio show and insist on creating and distributing violent memes about me, or you are just mad because you think my songs suck, I really, truly have stopped caring. I literally CAN’T care, and haven’t cared for some time.

This is what wellness looks like in 2019: Blocking your own name on the internet. Read the rest of this entry »