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I’m still not doing airports or crowds so I stuck around Oregon during my vacation, hung out with my family, and took naps with the baby dog.

It was perfect.

📸 Polaroid i-Type Film, 2021 // #Oregon

Got to hang out with my family today without masks cuz we’re all fully vaxxed and I ate in a restaurant for the first time since March 2020, then went shopping in actual stores and it was everything I have spent the last 15 months hoping it would someday be: NORMAL.

Thanks, science. ❤️

📸 Polaroid 600 Film, 2021 // #GetVaccinated

LISTEN: Logan Lynn Interviewed on the Grief Gratitude & Greatness Podcast This Week (AUDIO)

I’m the guest on this week’s episode of the Grief Gratitude & Greatness Podcast. We chat about life, fucking up, making things right, letting go, and more. ‬

‪Have a listen HERE, or click on the image below.

Logan Lynn and Jay Mohr Make Like Bert and Ernie All Over Portland (PHOTOS + VIDEO)

Logan Lynn and Jay Mohr (2017)

I love it when the Bert to my Ernie, the Howard Stern to my Robin Quivers, the Tweedle-Dee to my Tweedle-Dum, the Chip to my Dale, the Sonny to my Cher, the Bette Midler to my Barbara Hershey (this exercise could go on for days) motherfuckin’ Bob Sugar himself, Jay Mohr booooobie comes to town!

Vacation shenanigans for days, y’all. 🙂

If you’ve ever wanted to watch Jay Mohr shave while I sing A cappella spirituals in the background, now’s your chance:

Watch Jay (in character as Roger Darling) interview me in my living room here:

PART 1

PART 2

And this very important Run The Jewels V. Jay Mohr Lip Sync for Your Life: Read the rest of this entry »

6 Years Clean This Month.

Logan Lynns Pomeranian Harvey

This month marks the 6 year anniversary of my being free from the crippling addiction to cocaine, alcohol, and crack cocaine which almost took my life in 2008.

Thank you to my sweet family and friends for standing by me through the 16 years it took me to land after taking off. I owe every minute of this hard fought-for life I live every day now to the hard fought-for love each of you gave me then, and the seemingly boundless compassion you have shown me in the years since.

If any of you reading this are struggling with addiction or are feeling hopeless about ever feeling better, please message me here or send me an email at Logan@LoganLynnMusic.com — I am happy to help connect you to resources where you live anytime.

XO
Logan

My Mother, The Warrior

My Mother The Warrior (2013) Logan Lynn

Mother’s Day today has me thinking about my own mom, how our relationship has changed over the years, and how lucky I feel to be where we are today together. Our story is one of deep struggle and even deeper joy, all held together by an unbreakable bond which was no doubt formed lifetimes ago.

My mother has always been a strong woman. Growing up in the same oppressive church that I did, she was held down for many years by traditional religious ideals and company which didn’t allow her to identify with this power, but those of us who have known and loved her all this time know that she is a beautiful, powerful force of nature, and she always has been.

Her loving sweetness, her well-read brain, her deep, complex inner life, her quick wit, her fierce loyalty, her earnest desire to be good; to know and accept the truth, and to be forgiving when others fall short, all make up her character and feed into a bright light about her. She brings this light with her when she enters a room, and all who find themselves in her presence are illuminated by it. I have watched this happen in dark corners of buildings, as well as in the darkest corners of my heart, for my entire life.

I learned how to cry from my mother; how to get in touch with my raw feelings and let them out when the world is too mean to keep them in. These skills have been life-saving at different points in my being here. My experience of growing up gay in the Midwest, even sometimes from those closest to me, was that there was no room in the rural Christian landscape for a sissy like me. My mother never once made me feel this way. She took me to dance class when I wanted to go, and she sat proudly at my recitals. She bought me Barbie dolls when I wanted them, and while I’m sure it must have scared her, she always seemed to celebrate my being different.

When I was older and troubled from the battle scars of my youth, my mother once again loved me through her fear. She marched bravely toward death as Read the rest of this entry »

Logan Lynn: A Century of Love

(Originally Published on The Huffington Post on 7/13/2012)

My grandfather is turning 100 years old next month, which completely blows my mind. I’m flying to South Dakota with my partner to do strange Americana activities at Mt. Rushmore and then celebrate his century of life with everyone on my mother’s side of the family. It’s going to be a very special time, and I am really looking forward to it. I wish my aunt could be there with us, but this year has brought with it big heartaches, as well, and she is no longer here. It’s devastating to think about my grandpa having to endure losing his daughter so late in his life, but he is a very wise old man, and he has handled her passing better than any of the rest of us.

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I suppose that sort of deep understanding about death is to be expected of a person who has lived 100 years. He has already said goodbye to his grandparents, his parents, his cousins, his siblings, all his friends, and his wife. He is at peace with having loved and lost, and he seems to be fine with his own mortality. Clearly, this man knows something about life that I have yet to learn.
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