Pride has just been commemorated in passion’d places across the planet. Most loud, no doubt. Some less so, I’m sure.
Still… what is that?
And why should it be so pronounced?
This is rhetoric.
I’m not anti, except for that I don’t think that the being-pronounced can ever really be deduced to one X on the calendar. And so I often wonder why these commemorations still are? So as to wait 364 days to dance that pride again?
Well that’s just pressure-cookings waiting to combust!
And then?! Would these be spontaneous? Or when the X says okay, go!
This is rhetorical.
ツ slight segue
My Finn just celebrated his fourth birthday… and whether madman or coping mechanism, my talking as / through him is therapy, regardless.
Ergo, he now knows each of us to be “centimetre-beings” … And so be it!
In a world made of steel… made of stone… and from this sentient being to you – be your centimetres Black, Indian, ISIS and / or Gay – I hope you make the Pride of your passions an everyday goal.
Some of the Loves we live for are harder than others to explain…
If they are yours and you feel that or them… or those, there…
…then, by G-d…! Best you raise the fckn’ curtain!
Because to those who do, even the hardest of us aren’t hard to love.
And that’s something to be proud of!