The first thing you notice is glitter. Glitter everywhere. Yes, that sounds cliché and annoying, but it’s actually fun. It encompasses the entire celebration.
It’s light and bright. It flies through the air, traveling from body to body. It shines with every turn and glints in the sun. It does not hide and will not be hidden.
That’s the whole point of Pride, right? To not hide? To be seen? To shine?
So you go to the parade and you gladly accept the fistful of glitter that is thrown in your general direction. Smiling, you hold your hands out, giving the glitter more body area to cover as it floats down from the sky.
You make the mistake of smiling while looking up, though, and soon you’re doubled over, coughing up glitter.
Even pride pain is fabulous.
You spit out on the empty sidewalk before straightening up, glancing around for…
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