Prints ship this week!

Thank you for your patience as Squarespace releases your payments to me this week so I can fulfill your orders. It has been a long two weeks waiting for this to happen!

As you may remember, on every item in my store there is a note that says that they can’t be shipped until Feb 17th at the earliest. This was because I am a new business with Squarespace and they have a policy to delay transferring funds to new businesses till two weeks after we connect our bank accounts with them. But tomorrow marks 2 weeks and I should be able to access and transfer all the funds to FinerWorks to fulfill your orders.

At that time, you will receive an email telling you when your print has shipped and when you should receive it.

Let me know if there are any problems if you don’t hear something by Friday, Feb 21. I will do my best to answer those!

Thank you again for your patience,

Yours,

Jerome

The World Stands with You, Bishop Budde, and with Empathy, Social Justice, and Compassion

At the end of January, I found my painting, “The Gulf of Empathy,” going viral, quite by accident. I want to tell you a little about what I learned through going viral — and for what “going viral,” I think, means for the larger moment in time.

After the painting went viral, seen by hundreds of thousands, maybe millions, of people around the world, I knew this moment was bigger than me, and the outpouring of love and support I received as an artist was as much a testament to Bishop Budde, speaking truth in the face of malevolent power. Her words that day spoke to millions of people.

Her message was profound — and we need to hear more of this side of Christianity, rather than the hate-filled rhetoric of exclusion, racism, sexism, and violence that seems to be what the evangelical side of Christianity, the ones who get to voice the “Christian response” in the media, offers. The one that’s also been promoted to Trump’s Office of Faith, which will be searching for “anti-Christian bias” in the United States. But whose Christianity, which bias?

The rest of the world — the people I heard from — felt more promising. They are full of empathy and compassion, and I got the emails and responses to prove it. From everywhere.

The world is with you, Bishop Budde, and with those who stand up for the marginalized, the unprotected, and who stand up to tyranny and megalomaniacs and oligarchs. People around the globe understand, on an international diplomacy level, on a war-mongering level, that everyone is in danger with Trump and Elon Musk in power. And they find hope in reminding him, and us, what the role of a leader should be.

This is why, I think, a little painting went viral.

“The Gulf of Empathy,” is an 11 x 15 watercolor and mixed media painting based on how I felt about the real-life moment Bishop Mariann Edgar Budde delivered her sermon at the inauguration. In the painting, I show the Bishop standing with hundreds of people, her arms outstretched to protect them, as Donald Trump, his administration and the billionaires stand on the other side of a great gulf, which I call “the Gulf of Empathy,” a play on the Gulf of Mexico, something he purposefully refuses to acknowledge as well. It is another great gulf that he has trouble bridging.

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At Winter Solstice, You Must Birth Your Own Sun

“At Winter Solstice, You Must Birth Your Own Sun,” Jerome Stueart, (11 x 15) watercolor and mixed media on paper.

Before Christmas, I had the pleasure of joining my partner, Joey, and members of his family and longtime friends out at Wortroot, a forested acreage near the border of TN and VA made up of a collection of barns and houses that were collectively owned since the 70s and housed creative people, including Joey for a while, on a piece of land that is part commune and part nature preserve. The people who gathered at the celebration were all fun, creative people of multiple generations. Families who have known each other because the original set of friends bought the place and raised kids there and came back again and again for celebrations.

Shortest day of the year. Longest night. Winter Solstice BEGINS the Sun’s gradual increase over the rest of the year, making days longer and longer and giving us more sunshine. It’s the birth of a new year. You don’t have to be Pagan to celebrate it. In fact, since it is celebrated about 4 or 5 days before Christmas, you probably already celebrate a version of it. During the Winter Solstice, you “birth the sun” and Christ1ans celebrate the “birth of the Son.” You celebrate around a big evergreen tree, light candles, sing songs, eat food with friends and family.

This was my first time there (though some had met me at Summer Solstice). It was SO nice to be introduced as Joey’s partner. I helped lead a parade of singing, dancing, children with jingle bells on through the house! I got a fantastic chocolate cake recipe (I seem to collect those now!!). I ate delicious food, talked to many fascinating people, and then we spent some good time out at the bonfire.

I looked at this bonfire, where the flying cinders and ash resembled snow, and watched how the warmth of the families and their love for each other were, in many ways, creating this sun. Our LOVE creates (the sun for) our new year. What year are we creating? It doesn’t matter what year someone else in p0wer tries to create–we can fuel Our Sun by standing together and pushing back.

Winter Solstice is not the only time we have bonfires, though, and not the only time we can infuse the Sun with the warmth of our love for each other. Imbolc (FEB 1) just passed, and bonfires are popular then! My former experiences with bonfires were mostly college game night ones! Or campfires. Or Whitehorse’s Burning Away the Winter Blues (in late Feb/early March). Those work too!

I tried to capture in this painting, the love, the playfulness, the way a bonfire can bring us together to watch in fascination, to reflect and meditate on the year, to burn away, perhaps, the dross of the old year— things that disappointed us, ways of believing that no longer seem true, circumstances, bad relationships–all get sacrificed into the fire, in a belief that better things are being built and created through the love we share right now.

That’s the promise of the Longest Night: the light will always come back, the light will always come back. And we can build it back. You and me and a bunch of kids and families and friends on a cold dark night.

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I held this painting back from posting it for a month or two because of the LA Fires. But others reminded me that we needed to see the warmth of this moment too–that fire isn’t all destruction.

May the warmth of your love,
the love of your chosen families, friends,
(who also choose you)
keep you warm and safe
and hopeful that the Sun
we are creating will benefit us ALL.

In our struggles, pr0tests, and resilience, we create a powerful Sun of the People. I believe if we don’t give up, it will push out the darkness, slowly but surely.

The light always comes back; it just doesn’t happen all at once.

If you would like a print or sticker or card with this image, please see the sidebar on this website for REDBUBBLE and ORDER PRINTS, respectively. NOTE: Shipping on prints can’t begin till Feb 17th.

(Later this week, I have a much more provocative image! For now, get cozy and warm. )

If you would just like to keep a bear warm, consider buying a coffee for me. Thank you!

A Mug of “The Gulf of Empathy” and more

The folks at Redbubble have reviewed “The Gulf of Empathy” and have approved it. Here on this site you can make other things with the print.

Part of the proceeds will go to charities that protect and defend LGBTQ and Immigrant communities. There is no wait on shipping for these items, so you will get them faster than the prints over on ⏹ space. If you wanted t-shirts or mugs or buttons, I have those. See the first comment with the address.

Thank you so much for the love you have given this piece of art. I had no idea it would touch hundreds of thousands of people as it has. I know it reflects the love and appreciation that you feel for Bishop Budde and her sermon during the Inauguration, a sermon about empathy, about love, about mercy, about defending those who need our protection right now–which is quickly becoming EVERYONE.

We all need to be protecting each other right now. I want to help do that in any way I can. So, first I will use this miraculous accident that happened, and I will ALSO call my representatives and make it awkward, and make palm cards and post “know your r1ghts” flyers where I can.

Please pass this to anyone you think would like to know about these. Thank you!

NOTE: Redbubble only has things the Squarespace Site does not have. So if you want PRINTS or SETS of CARDS go to Jerome Stueart Art on Squarespace. If you want the other items you see below: stickers, mugs, totes, pillows— please go to Redbubble

Prints for “The Gulf of Empathy” available

Prints of “The Gulf of Empathy” are now available at my SQUARESPACE store, follow the link below. Spread the news widely wherever you see the painting online. I will too!

Thank you for your patience! And for your immeasurable kindness and loving comments about my work, and for those who have slipped me coffees through ko fi. You are beautiful people.

After the 17th, things will ship normally as they would anywhere else. There’s just a wait time for the newness. I won’t be able to ship your items until the 17th.

As I mentioned, part of this will go to charities that support or defend the LGBTQ community and the Immigrant (documented and undocumented) Community.

Thank you again for supporting artists.

And thank you again to Bishop Mariann Edgar Budde and her sermon during the Inauguration that prompted this painting. Her bravery is a model for us to speak out, use our platforms and our gifts, and protect others as much as we can.

If you know of places that could use this link—places where you posted the painting before– please let them know. I will do my best to get it everywhere I can too.

http://jeromestueartart.squarespace.com/store

With great love,

Jerome Stueart

PS. If there are glitches in the shopping experience, let me know and I will fix them as fast as I can. I am the only person monitoring this at the moment. Thank you!

Thank you, Friends

Hey friends, and new friends, I just wanted to take a moment and say thank you. Thank you for sharing my work, “The Gulf of Empathy” to all your friends and on your pages and in your groups, all around the world. I am overwhelmed with gratitude at your kindness.

Many of you have asked for prints, and I am doing some due diligence to make sure everything is in place to sell prints. Right now, my image is under review at RedBubble. If and when it is approved, I will let you know.

I wanted first to make sure that a) I reached out to Bishop Budde and ask her thoughts and permission on any likeness of her, and b) that part of the proceeds goes to organizations that help defend LGBTQ and Immigrant communities. The overwhelming popularity of this image should be used to help as many people as possible.

I have been stuck at home the last few days with a bad chest cold, in and out of sleep. The way this painting zoomed around the world caught me a bit off guard, as no one expects to go viral, but if it had to happen, I am very happy that it happened this way.

I know that it’s the power of Bishop Mariann Edgar Budde’s words during the inauguration that is the real power that compels us to share this work. It certainly was the impetus behind me creating the painting and sharing it first with you. At a time when we needed someone to speak out, Bishop Budde was there–and spoke so eloquently and so simply about the need for Mercy and Empathy.

People need reassurance and they need hope that their lives will be protected, their rights upheld, and that they can continue to be who they are without having to hide themselves, or produce documents, or live in fear of being found out, or have their health care, food assistance, or jobs taken away.

Her words were prophetic, as we found out by the end of the day that the most vulnerable people in the country would be targeted with a flurry of executive orders.

It was her speech that went viral that day, that kept playing again and again to drown out each executive order. I hope that keeps happening and we amplify the people who are helping us. There’s a lot of bad in the news these days, but following Mr. Rogers’ advice, I’m “looking for the helpers”. What they are doing are much more important–and we can be inspired daily by the kinds of people who stand up and use their opportunities, platforms, microphones, keyboards, webpages to speak FOR good, to make sure that the Joy is not all taken by those who want to steal it. It is not about hiding our eyes from the bad, but it is about looking for those who are fighting back, and amplifying that instead of amplifying the hateful rhetoric that already has a bunch of platforms. Crowd that out with Kindness and Mercy. I’m going to look for the people helping us.

They want you to be exhausted and sad and defeated and give up.

Keep dancing (as Dan Savage reminded us) and keep creating beautiful things that remind us of what it is to be kind, merciful, generous.

One of the oldest stories in the world is the story of a woman who tells her husband, the ruler of the nation, one story after the next about mercy and kindness, reminding him to be merciful and what it means to be kind and generous, and eventually it has an effect on him and, perhaps, those who read or heard the stories later. Scheherazade did this for One Thousand and One Nights, though, so we have our work cut out for us. Inspire others with your stories and your creations and keep looking and amplifying voices and tactics and plans that successfully protect others. Do what you can where you are to stop hate in its tracks.

We are not defeated. We are “stronger together” (as Dayton, Ohio taught me) and we will push back, and keep our hopes protected.

Thank you again for sharing one queer artist’s work and for amplifying the words of empathy, mercy, compassion around the world.

As a last note: Please help me in giving proper attribution to my work wherever you see it. Some images I’ve seen do not have attribution, or others are taking credit, and some just have my name spelled incorrectly. I know my last name has a funny spelling, but it has an “ear” in it. Thank you to everyone who has reached out to ask if this work is mine, and for those who have helped correct attribution mistakes. Artists deeply appreciate your efforts. We can only grow an audience with our names and our works.

Yours,

Jerome Stueart

PS. I will be answering all your thoughtful letters and messages as fast as I can, thank you. You have been very kind to me. I should be back in good health early next week, I hope!

The Gulf of Empathy

“The Gulf of Empathy,” (11 x 15) watercolor, mixed media on paper.*

Protect others. Speak Out. Use your art and voice when you can.

Thank you, Bishop Mariann Edgar Budde, for taking that opportunity to simply ask for mercy. Your words reverberated around the world and spoke to every heart, and especially strengthened mine and others’ hearts in queer communities and queer ally communities.

We pray every heart will hear the call to mercy.

For more about this painting and how and why it was made, read this essay

*due to requests and responses to this image, prints are available through Squarespace/ FinerWorks

*if you want t-shirts, mugs, buttons, please go to the Redbubble Site

Thank you for supporting a struggling queer artist! Many of you bought me a coffee at my ko-fi.com/bearnabas. Thank you!

Solsticed

SOLSTICED

Solsticed, verb, adjective.

Come be solsticed.
We were solsticed.
Solstice me.

When you become the fire
and the fire becomes you;
you ride the night of the moment.

You are now flame. Rise.

En-embered, fly away into the tree
canopy of space.

Let yourself go with the smoke.
You are the last exhalation
of darkness, gasping for light.

You are the light shimmering to begin, excited, frantic, unable to contain yourself.

Glow, shake, shimmy.
Become sparks.
Become the stars.

Jupiter welcomes you into the heavens through ecstatic branches.
Light the night, light the world,
with Joy.

— Jerome Stueart, Dec 21, 2024

Yukon Cornelius is the Better Santa

You’ve seen the 1964 Rankin/Bass stop motion Christmas special, Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer, written by Romeo Muller. It’s been aired on TV every year since it was first shown. You may have wondered, though, why Santa seems to be so MEAN-spirited in this movie (probably the only anti-Santa movie we show at Christmas time). There is a better Santa in this movie, though, hiding in plain sight.

CEO Santa Rules the North with a Manufacturer’s Mindset

Santa is the boss of toy-making and toy distribution, of all the elves and reindeer. When Rudolph is born, Santa blames Donner for having a “weird” son, and makes fun of Rudolph’s nose — — and of course, all of his “employees” do too. They’re just following Santa’s lead. His meanness and prejudice gets passed down to the reindeer. How can Santa himself be so narrow-minded!? This doesn’t feel like the Santa we know.

In a tale about manufacturing and production, this glowing reindeer and fabulous, dentist-oriented elf are merely flawed products. They are a version of an elf and reindeer who don’t do what those products should do. They are misfits like the toys they will meet later. The other elves, the other reindeer, do not want to accept them, as they have been taught to reject flawed toys.

Who do you think created the misfit toys? Those toys are typical manufacturing mistakes, tossed away. Losses. Victims of Quality Control. There is no love for a flawed product in a warehouse toy factory at the north pole. The elves must be VERY AWARE of their “mistakes”, even if they aren’t aware of the Island the misfit toys all eventually run to for safety.

I believe Santa is written this way on purpose — revealing the commercialized CEO Santa that’s kinda already there. Muller just reveals more of him because he has a doppleganger to compare Santa to. If Santa is the villain, and Rudolph is the hero of the story who has to grow and learn, then he needed a role-model for Rudolph to learn from, to really accept himself and others, since Santa won’t be modeling that.

This is the role given to the OTHER sleigh-driving big bearded man in the movie, Yukon Cornelius. I think this is done on purpose.

Yukon’s a character made up by writer, Romeo Muller, to expand the story beyond the original Robert May song. Muller doesn’t let this just be a song of Rudolph waiting till he’s useful to be discovered. That’s not fair to Rudolph. He creates someone better, a guide, a guru, a model to show Rudolph how to treat others, and himself, with radical acceptance and love.

Radical acceptance and love

Members of a group, a society, a culture, may“naturally” accept people who reflect back to them the kind of group they want to be seen as. So they might accept those who are like “us”, those who stay within expectations of social and moral cultural systems. Those who stay within the lines our group has drawn.

Hermey, though, is an elf who wants to become a dentist instead of a toymaker; Rudolph can’t really hide his bright, blinking nose and that makes him targeted by bullies. They are considered “unacceptable” by the groups they find themselves in — — not what they expect in an elf or reindeer. They don’t fit in, or won’t fit in. They won’t cooperate with what is expected. Rudolph tries to over his nose with mud. That’s not a permanent or acceptable fix for anyone.

When Rudolph and Hermey meet each other, they become besties! They have a lot of common experiences, in a way, commiserating over their differences. They reject societal norms! They are Rebels! They accept each other right away because they also want to be accepted! They go off into the world to do their own things.

They are all Abominable

Rudolph and Hermey aren’t safe in the world when they don’t play by the world’s rules. The Abominable Snowmonster is there to make them fear following their dreams. Noisy! Gnashing Teeth! Roaring! Chasing! GIANT! In a sense, as personified fear, he shows they will be unacceptable everywhere they go. He will relentlessly chase them down.

Who saves them from the Snowmonster? It isn’t Santa. Santa doesn’t even seem to know it exists, though I would say he is controlled by the fear himself.

Who HAS experienced that fear before — that fear of not being acceptable — and conquered it?

Yukon Cornelius.

Oh, he knows “Bumble”! He even reduces the scary words “abominable” and “monster” to rename him with a word for awkwardness. When we “bumble” through something, we bounce from one thing to another, without direction, we screw up, mess up, blunder, stumble. Bumble is a misfit too — and his name announces that he can’t “fit” either. Cornelius calls Bumble what he is — a socially awkward creature who is badly trying to fit in. He looks scary, and Yukon acknowledges that, but Yukon knows things about Bumble. He knows that Bumbles don’t like water and he knows they can bounce. He knows the strengths and weaknesses of Bumble. He sees through the scary part and sees the real Bumble, trying to survive alone. He will eventually save Bumble by giving him what he wants most: to be accepted with all his quirks.

Yukon Cornelius sees Hermey and Rudolph too. He sees them as who they are and who they want to be and immediately accepts them. He practices “radical acceptance” of everyone. Radical acceptance is acceptance BEYOND what you are comfortable with, what you’ve known, what is advantageous to you, or what might benefit you. You accept people for where and who they are. And you loudly support those you radically accept. Yukon is very loud. He is not afraid of anyone seeing who he’s with and who he supports.

The First Misfit

Long before they go to the island of Misfit Toys, we see that Yukon is already a MISFIT himself. He is a prospector obsessed with finding, not “silver and gold” as the snowman sings, as we are all led to believe, but a peppermint mine.

He doesn’t WANT what the rest of the prospectors — — or people want. He isn’t after money. He wants peppermint. Well that isn’t valuable, you might say. Why would a prospector be searching for peppermint? Prospecting is a hard life — — and would you go through the dangers of living in the wild, being outside of cities and companions, facing harsh weather, difficult, mountainous regions and digging through the earth — — just to find peppermint? The desire that makes Yukon different from ALL other prospectors is what makes Yukon a misfit. It seems to be a flaw. But I think it’s tied to his goals.

Santa has previously been characterized as judgmental: he knows if you’ve been bad or good. He has a list of naughty and nice people. He is a moral judge! If you are GOOD, you get blessings. If you are bad, you get JUNK. He is associated with worth and value, even commercial value, but also moral value.

Yukon, on the other hand, knows your strengths, allows those strengths to surface and guides you to use those strengths, even the ones others might dismiss. He is associated with seeking bliss, helping others, and he sees their innate value without judgment.

Yukon is set up to be a direct comparison to Santa.

Look at Yukon’s dog mushing team. This is radical acceptance in action! Whereas Santa’s sleigh has to be guided by “perfect” reindeer, Yukon’s sleigh is led by a mismatched group of sled dogs, that no one would believe would be good sled dogs: a St. Bernard, a dachshund, a sheltie, a beagle and a black poodle. We could think up a lot of reasons why this team of dogs wouldn’t work — -and yet, they work! Yukon believes in them, and they believe in themselves. They are all misfits but they love running and they run well together. They don’t know the proper commands (It takes them a while to understand “Mush” and “whoa” — “Stop” is what they have to hear to stop! Good luck teaching them Gee and Haw!) But in allowing them to be themselves, he demonstrates radical acceptance and love. He accepts the dogs for what they WANT to be, for who they know they ARE. And he lets them be that. And they show that they ARE good at what they love to do.

Yukon as the Better Santa

This is why I think Yukon contrasts so powerfully with Santa. They are similarly presented men — large, bearded, loud men with sleighs pulled by animals — but who act completely differently towards others. There are rules with Santa. There are not with Yukon.

Santa has to be convinced later into being accepting and giving . His acceptance of Rudolph comes when the reindeer can prove he can be of use NOT as a reindeer but as a beacon. Bumble, similarly, must be marketed as tall enough to put the Star on the Christmas tree. Thankfully, the presents from the island of Misfit Toys don’t have to prove themselves in order to be gifted at the end of the story to kids who will love them — but Santa must still be convinced to deliver them too. In fact, in 1964, with the original broadcast, Santa makes a promise to deliver them, but is never shown doing that, to which viewers complained that they wanted to see Santa keep his promise! In 1965, a new sequence was added to show Santa delivering the Misfit Toys to their new homes.

Even if you don’t understand the parallel set up of these two men as a kid, you GET the idea that Yukon accepts people and that Santa doesn’t. Yukon is the role model of this show, not Santa.

Yukon rescues, salvages, rehabilitates, transports, and teaches. He teaches Rudolph to value himself and to value others regardless of what kinds of expectations he may have, regardless of what they can do FOR him. Rudolph teaches Santa the same thing. I believe Yukon’s save of Bumble seals the lesson that no one is above acceptance.

When WE meet Yukon Cornelius

Growing up, seeing this show for the first time, and subsequent times, I think I saw myself as Rudolph, as many kids did — — someone who was not perfect, not wanted by other kids, not what adults thought I should be as a boy, but who had an important role to play in this “plot,” I hoped. I did not have a lot of positive male role models in my life who accepted me for who I was. I always felt like most boys and men were disappointed in me for one reason or another — I did not want to play hard, play sports; did not want to be mechanical; did not love the idea of the military as a proving ground for my manhood or patriotism. I did not know I was gay, and didn’t know I had ADHD. I was artsy and geeky. I was a misfit.

My parents did a great job to meet me where I was. Dad introduced me to Star Trek, comic books, science fiction. My mother read the Chronicles of Narnia to us in the hallway. These are enormous things! They also found and gave me for Christmas some very heady and scientific books on butterflies when I was interested in butterflies. I always got great gifts for Christmas — weird ones, but ones I cherished. My parents brought me things that transformed me for the rest of my life in good ways. They also were my first introduction to spirituality, and even though we eventually disagreed about some small things (that are kinda more important now) my faith began here. They gave me enough to grow my own faith and keep it strong, even as a gay man.

But my parents, like many people in the 70s and 80s, were still subject to the “rules” of society for gender. It was very hard for anyone not to be soaked in those rules. Guidelines for girls and boys and how they were supposed to act, what and who they should love, what they should do. We still have them. They are the basis for much pain and rejection even today.

Anti-Trans laws are directly influenced by previous theories about gender; anti-lgbtq legislation is also built on the backs of outdated gender theory. Gender is a cultural construct, and while many people are more aware of this, there are still many people who are afraid of people who don’t obey those gender rules — whether that is through gender expression or sexual orientation, or any other expression of gender and sexuality. 

We should know better now. 

But back in the 70s, these expectations were so much a part of our culture that I can’t honestly blame my parents for believing them. All the doctors, the newscasters, the psychologists, the media, not to mention all those in office. When your access to the truth is limited, you don’t get the truth, usually. 

My parents did what they could to guide. In many ways, they protected me from much of the consequences others might have wanted to give me, and in their own way, they were practicing radical acceptance — as radically as they could within our family.

We end up on the Island of Misfit Toys

These misfit toys in the movie were rejected only because they didn’t DO what was expected of them. They were still of value and still interesting (as we come to see in the movie). Moonracer, the winged lion, comes across as God protecting the misfits from others — -but unable to, himself, fix their situation. It takes Yukon with Rudolph and Hermey to help bridge the distance between these undervalued people and those who could help them find their home.

I think we unconsciously gravitate to those who accept us. Perhaps, while the kids were enjoying the animation, the adults were learning a lesson about which sled-musher to follow, about how to accept others.

Me, I was looking for a Yukon Cornelius to see my value and worth, as many of us do.

I eventually found a way to bring Yukon to me.

In 2019, I created a set of 10 paintings of Yukon Cornelius in the style of NC Wyeth — a style of boy’s adventure books popular in the early 20th Century, to explore what a gay hero might look like to me — the kind of gay hero I wish I could have had growing up. In 2022, I completed a show of about 50 paintings, acrylic and watercolor, with stories to go with them, titled, “The Further (Queer) Adventures of Yukon Cornelius,” where he went out to help other cryptids sometimes with his partner, Bumble. It gave me a gay hero that I would have loved to have read more about. We only got 10 min of Yukon Cornelius in “Rudolph” but it made me want to see what might happen if we had more time with him. Who else could he radically accept?

The Queer Connections

Yukon is the Santa we want to believe Santa is. Inclusive, accepting, encouraging, helpful, transformational. I think Romeo must have put this in here intentionally. As a writer, I can’t see this parallel as anything but intentional. Especially regarding the themes, and knowing Romeo made up the whole plot himself outside of Rudolph’s original rejection. I know you’ve probably come across a couple of articles that look at the gay themes in this show — -but wow, they certainly hit LGBTQ people strongly, whether or not they were intended to.

ALL people can identify with being rejected at one point in their lives for not being what other people thought they should be, which is why this movie has lasted for 59 years, being shown every year (I think it’s considered the longest running annual show on TV). It tapped into something universal. Rejection is HUGE for kids, and the fear of rejection is paralyzing. We are all, in some ways, a misfit.

But I do believe there is a specificity of rejection present here. Something queer kids know too well. When Donner is blamed for his son’s behavior, that Rudolph is not what his father wants him to be, and that this gets Rudolph banned from a place in society, that really hits so hard for queer people I think. To me there is a strong queer undertone for the KIND of rejection Rudolph goes through and the KIND of rejection that Hermey faces. They face shame for their different desires, their different aspirations, and their families are shamed too.

In this film, I believe Yukon Cornelius is a model for a better version of Santa. I think Romeo Muller wrote that on purpose, writing parallels to Santa into the DNA of Yukon Cornelius, in order to highlight their similarities and differences. I think he wanted us to rethink the way we “gift” others with our friendship and our acceptance. Are we here to judge them, to find out if they are naughty or nice, and then decide whether they are acceptable, or misfits?

No, I think we’re here to be more Yukon Cornelius. We are here to befriend, belove, rescue, support, transport, help, and accept people where they are, and for who they are. We all need a little more openness in our sleigh, to carry people, and not just our things, our job. We need to be able to detour away from our agendas at times and help out others with their agendas.

Perhaps today, Santa could learn some tips and could shed the “nice” and “naughty” criteria, allowing universal access to benefits and beneficence by practicing a little radical acceptance of his own.


Jerome Stueart (2007 Clarion Workshop) is an American and Canadian queer illustrator, writer, and professional tarot reader. His writing has appeared in F&SF, Tor.com, On Spec, Lightspeed, Strange Horizons, Geist, and elsewhere. He was a finalist for a 2020 World Fantasy Award in Short Fiction for “Postlude to the Afternoon of a Faun” (F&SF). His PhD in English (Texas Tech U) with specialties in Creative Writing put him forever in debt, but has allowed him to live and work as a teacher part-time for more than 25 years, running writing workshops in academia and through city programming, in schools, in churches and online. He also has a background in theatre, history, tourism, and marketing. He was the former Marketing Director of the Yukon Arts Centre in Whitehorse, Yukon. An emerging artist and illustrator in watercolor and acrylic, he lives now in Dayton, Ohio.

ALL the PARTS of Protect the Autumn Woods

To get you on the right path for “Protect the Autumn Woods” just choose the first block here on the left to start the story. And then you can just follow the link at the bottom of each of the chapters…. they will take you to the next chapter.

I have loaded the first 5 of them here with links, and will do that for the rest of them soon, but if you get to Chapter 0 The Autumn Woods, and you want to read straight through, you can do that from the first chapter.

Eventually, all of these will link to their chapters. Thank you for your patience as I put the autumn woods in order!