Yesterday The Honking Goose, a blogger whose posts I find rather delightful wrote on a topic that strikes me very near to my heart. Gay rights. Her post was intended to be humorous, and me, the ever politically correct overly sensitive excessively earnest individual that I am overreacted a bit. It’s a very thought provoking article, go read it. You’ll maybe understand why it got me all hot and bothered, maybe not. I think part of the problem was the level of sarcasm was lost on me, or hard to read. This JKC bangle represents me overreacting: off with her head!
Regardless, she got me thinking about rainbows. Beautiful magical rainbows and the rainbow flag. The pride flag of San Francisco. And you know what? I love that flag. It’s takes a beautiful natural occurrence (rainbows) to celebrate the most beautiful natural occurrence: LOVE.
But she felt, as a straight person, that the rainbow is gone from her. That she can’t use it any longer. To which I say, why not? There are so many layers here to unpack.
First up, of course you can still celebrate and love rainbows. Rainbows are universal. Really anybody, gay or straight, can wear this Sobral bracelet for $90
The challenge is finding the outfit to go with it.
Secondly, even though rainbows also celebrate gay pride, so what? If the fear is that people might think you’re gay, guess what? That probably won’t happen but so what if they do? What’s the problem with someone thinking you’re gay? I think they’ll figure out pretty quick that you’re not. Worst case scenario it’ll be like mistaking you for someone who likes peanut butter, offering you a Reese’s and then you pass saying “You know, I’m just not a peanut butter eater, but thanks for the offer.” That’s presuming of course that you have any sort of appeal to be offered the peanut butter to begin with. Which, eh, how many people actually hit on you regularly? Sooooooo….. There’s that.
Though actually, whatever you do! Don’t mistake me for a peanut butter eater. I don’t want all those people pushing their Reese’s Pieces and Butterfingers on me. It’s just gross, and unnatural. Seriously tho. I hate peanut butter. This etsy bracelet by LifeTravelDesigns is so much barf to me. Ugh.
Back to rainbows. Go for it. Wear them, enjoy them, celebrate what they sometimes represent: love. I can promise the first thing I usually think when I see someone wearing rainbows is not that they are gay it’s that they are a 90’s candy raver, and for that I’ll judge you.
My mom and I spent the morning packing up stuff in my dad’s apartment. Maybe this is a regular thing to discover after a death, but there’s so much of my dad that I’m realizing he kept from me. Photo albums of romantic trips to Venice, letters, birthday card jokes, the context of which I don’t understand. It makes me sad. We were so close, but I wish I understood him better. I wish he knew that I wanted to know these things about him. Maybe he’d still be here. 
Very Bangled 