I was on the local coming into the studios today when this kid comes on wearing Angel wings, and almost nothing else. What do you say to a naked Angel?
Beside that interesting vision there's gleeful Queers of every variety walking, and fluttering up, and down the streets, and avenues. I was thinking how sweet it is to be amongst one's own sort.
So often I have the feeling of as scripture puts it of being, "...in the presence of mine enemies."
Queers are bashed, and killed all the time. That, and who knows how many more Queer kids, and teens will die at their own hand or the hands of their tormentors.
A Queer 12 year old just took his life. The note he left said, "...I can't live in a world that accepts me only one day a year."
"...in the presence.."
However on that "one day" we can at least see who we are. The masks are off. Yes "our sort" are always around in the same numbers, but on this special weekend the disguises are left at home.
Interesting what would the streets be like if 'everyone' of all orientations, and interests secular sacred or profane dressed as they really were?
Imagine that for a moment.
I mean beside the huge "Star Trek" uniform contingents things would look interesting indeed.
I'd mostly wear cowboy/Civil War uniform drag. That's when I wasn't done up as a Nun or Geisha. Just think of it folks feeling free to explore all their pent up visions. Yeah it would make the commute much more interesting.
Bless that Angel boy,...who somewhat looked like a lad I had a crush on back millions of centuries ago in high school. Bless all the Fags, Dykes Queers Straight-gays, and assorted weirdos as they take to the streets to celebrate 45 years of fighting back!
Also bless that Tribe that loves Boys.
There's swell Sufi scripture that celebrates that.