The End Is Nye!

Okay - the birthday week ends soon - nothing can be done about that - and why should any effort be put into making it otherwise?

It is solid; it cannot be changed.

And that is as it should be.

One of the things I love about the date on which I was born, is that it happens to coincide with the Stonewall Riots and with that, I feel as if somehow ‘the movement’ gave birth to the ‘out’ me.

Of course, on June 27, 1969, I was still in high school and in complete denial about my own sexuality.

(And if the truth be told, though the evening cited began on the 27th, the raid and riot actually took place on the 28th - but few think of it so… I know I don’t!)

Still, I feel internally that the stars aligned in just the right order to make this great day of celebration be my day of celebration as well, for, whether or not it was the 27th or 28th, the fact remains that most Gay Pride events revolve around one of these 2 dates - and that (pretty much) is a fact.

But I am weary.

It is late.

We have company tomorrow.

I must -

to bed.

G’night.

!!!

And!

Happy Pride!