Help for Young LGBTQ Youth in Crisis: The Trevor Project

Founded in 1998 by the creators of the Academy Award®-winning short film TREVOR, The Trevor Project is the leading national organization providing crisis intervention and suicide prevention services to lesbian, gay, bisexual, transgender, queer & questioning (LGBTQ) young people under 25.

Need Help? Call the 24/7 Trevor Lifeline:


This informational video below was recorded in 2010 by the cast of  ShowTime’s “Queer As Folk on behalf of the Trevor Project. It’s a little older, but it’s still one of my favorites. I love it’s message of compassion and hope.


From My Heart To Yours:

It’s important to be able to affirm ourselves as having certain basic human rights regardless of our sexual orientation, race, color, creed, religious, cultural or ethnic origins. It is equally important to me today that we understand that we as LGBTQ Persons are also deserving of all good things – health, wealth and happiness.

As a lesbian who has been out for over 47 years, I have come to understand the need for each of us to exist in Dignity and Respect.

Thirty-six years ago I had the privilege to be a featured performer as part of Hartford, Connecticut’s first Lesbian & Gay Pride Festival! We all knew, as we took to the streets and stood on the stage that day that we were taking a tremendous risk. Our numbers were few in comparison to the many hundreds and hundreds of thousands who typify participants in today’s Pride Marches! But each of us understood, as it is so even today, that for each of us making a stand that day, there were hundreds and thousands more who could not afford to be visible, out of the need to protect their jobs, their children, their partners, themselves. We knew we were marching for all of us. It was an exciting time!

It takes no less courage to stand up and be counted today. Lesbians, Gays, Bisexuals and Transgender Persons are still working for equality where we work, where we live, where we worship (as we choose). We are gaining ground in many states for Marriage Equality, but the work is not done. Today, more than ever, we must stand together in Unity, not just amongst ourselves, but as a key component of the Human Family.

 I offer links and resources at my MsQueer Blog, that they may be a beginning for my LGBTQ family, wherever you are in your own sense of self-discovery or affirmation.  In addition I’m adding a new YouTube Channel, “Queer Dignity” where I will be posting articles from my early travels and performances as a lesbian-feminist singer, as well as videos sharing some of my personal reflections and experiences. Queer Dignity YouTube Channel


Check out my “It Gets Better Project” message I recorded in the very beginning of that YouTube project.  Lot’s of other great messages also, all uplifting and encouraging messages to LGBTQ Youth to keep on keeping on – because it DOES Get Better!  (Note: the visual quality is not so good, but the message is from the heart and stands today!)

I welcome your feedback. Thanks!

-Deb Adler

©2018 Deborah Adler & and Silverstream Global LLC. All rights reserved. (NOTE: ALL quotes and/or materials from other authors or sources remain the sole property of the original authors/source.)


Here’s a “Fan Video” I recorded in honor of actress Laurel Holloman, who protrayed Tina in the original The L Word series on Showtime. “Woman My Lovely Woman” is an original, all rights to photos of the actresses of The L Word are the property of Showtime. No copyright infringement intended.

Woman My Lovely Woman  1982 © Copyright Silverstream Music Inc. All Rights Reserved.


My MWMF Story
Discovering Sobriety at a Music Festival

Michigan Women’s Music Festival, 1979

I traveled alone to the festival from Cleveland, where I had moved from Detroit to attend graduate school. It was my first women’s/lesbian festival even though I had been “out” for ten years prior.  I went mostly in anticipation of getting to share my music at the open mic and to promote myself as a lesbian-feminist singer-songwriter.

When I arrived at registration, I was given a choice of staying in the general camping area or “chemical-free camping space.”  I hesitated for a moment, feeling a panic set in. At that point in my life, I knew that to be around alcohol meant that sooner or later I would start drinking, and once I started drinking I had no control over how much I drank, or when or if I would stop. So I opted for the chemical-free camping space, which seemed like a safe choice, relieved that I would not have to deal with that struggle for the weekend.

As I was setting up my tent, a woman approached. She greeted me, introduce herself and said, “We’re starting a support group for the women in the area.”  I’m sure she realized that as I looked at her with a friendly but blank look, there were no lights coming on in terms of recognizing what she was talking about. Still, she continued her invitation and said to me, “you’re welcome to join us if you like.” This to me was the beginning of the warmth and acceptance I was about to experience all throughout the festival. She gave me the time and location and went on her way to tell the others who were also arriving and setting up.

I went back to finishing establishing my campsite, thinking about her words.  As I considered her invitation, the thought that came to me was this: “These women are letting me use their camping space – the least I can do is go lend support.”  Although I was still basically clueless as to what I was about to lend support to! Still, it seemed to me to be a fair trade for being able to stay there.

So I went at the appropriate time to find a large circle of women sitting together on a hill. I was welcomed and offered a place to sit. There was already a discussion going on  – it seemed there were other women there who had come to lend support, and they wanted to meet separately.

I can’t really explain to you why things unfolded as they did, but for whatever reason that it can all come together to reveal a personal truth in a single moment in time, when the question was put to us to divide the group, “Who here is dealing with an addiction to alcohol or other drugs?” it was with a quiet recognition of what my struggle had been about all those years that I raised my hand and went with those women.

The details of this realization aren’t important to the purpose of my story for this sharing – the real story is the love and support and nurturing I experienced for the next three days. I lived inside a protective cocoon after saying the words “I’m an alcoholic” for the first time in my life that night.

There were many support groups that met during the day, many opportunities to talk and listen and learn, and there was a group of us who sat together in the chemical free section at the concerts at night.  I was surrounded by sisters –  women who had been strangers to me at first – caring women from all over the country who took time to share with me. Not judging, not preaching, just sharing their own stories and experience.  I met two women who were part of one of the major women’s labels at the time. They took extra time with me, presumably because they knew I was a musician with “high aspirations.” They shared something with me that I have carried with me to this day. Something that had such a profound impact as to be life changing.

They both said in one of our conversations as we sat one afternoon on the grass under a clear blue sky that if it came down to a matter of a choice between their involvement in women’s music or their sobriety, they would “pack up and head for home in a heartbeat.”  I think I stopped breathing for a moment.  That one statement got my attention. I remember the kindness, the caring, the offering of phone numbers and the gift of an inspirational book. But more than anything else said, those words I remember after all these years.

See, from my perspective these women were where I aspired to be, and I’m sure they sensed that.  That gave their statement even more impact. It was a profound moment. It gave this thing called “sobriety” a definition of importance I have never forgotten.

(I have also come to understand since then that we all have our unique place on the Wheel of Life, the grand scheme of things, if you will, and that we each have our own path to walk and our own place of achievement to fulfill – be it in women’s music, or whatever.)

I was so grateful for the safe haven that had been created for me. I have since learned that the decision to create chemical free space was a controversial one, with substantial opposition. I can only express my sincerest appreciation to those women who held their ground on this issue and insisted on its being a part of the festival. I know without hesitation or reservation that I am alive today because of their courage and commitment to their convictions.

Please understand that I didn’t go to that festival to “get sober” and had I been home that weekend, I certainly would not have been out shopping for a recovery group. Creator, as I understand it, wove together some 10,000 women on a remote farm property in the middle of my old home state of Michigan and surrounded me with loving caring sisters who allowed me to make the most important self-realizations of my life and give me a foundation for a new beginning, a new life.

I struggled some when I got back to Cleveland, and I had one more time trying to “prove” I could drink, but by then I had found a nurturing circle of women at home who became my support network and family in recovery.  Since that time I have enjoyed continous sobriety.

The changes in me became reflected in my writing and music, just as my drinking had been.  (It seems my struggle had been crying out through my lyrics long before I got the “message.”)  My first sober song was called “For the First Time In My Life” which was included on a cassette tape I produced and distributed independently and through Lady Slipper Catalog.

As I traveled to coffeehouses, special events, concerts and halfway houses and treatment centers, I got to meet many extraordinary women and share the story of my experience at the fourth Michigan Women’s Music Festival.

Whenever I am asked to share my recovery story, I always talk about the special festival inMichigan which was for women only – where, unlike Woodstock, there was consideration for the physically challenged, deaf and hearing impaired concert-goers, and chemical-free camping and concert space.  I also share about the two women whom I have never had contact with since, who spent their time with me and delivered such a profound understanding of what the bottom line, for me, is really all about.

I have not been back to the Michigan festival since then.  I am of Cherokee and Celtic lineages, and the festival tends to come at the same time I travel to our ceremonial home grounds in southeastern Ohio for traditional ceremonies of my T’salagi Grandmother. But I always say that “I got to the most important MWMF of my life!” So I have no regrets, only heart-felt gratitude.

But every day I live is a gift I have that began that August in 1979 when I attended  MWMF. I am grateful for this opportunity to express my appreciation to those who were there and those who have come since, and to share..


My love to you all.

Deb Adler


©2019 Deborah Adler and Silverstream Global LLC. All rights reserved. (NOTE: ALL quotes and/or materials from other authors or sources remain the sole property of the original authors/source.)


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