For those of you who celebrate Pride, I hope it is/was/will be a fantastically fun time for you this year.
I wish that you get covered in rainbow glitter, that somehow rinses off easily when you want it to. (Easily rinsable glitter is a myth, but a girl can dream.)
I wish you lots of hot strangers of the gender(s) you find attractive, looking you up and down as you sashay past.
I wish you plenty of roadside booths stocked with T-shirts with silly slogans, sparkly cowboy hats, and hand-blown glass dildos in Pride colors.
I wish you epic dance parties in dark sweaty clubs, and exactly as much physical contact from strangers as you desire, whether that’s none at all or a whole lot.
I wish you a reverential experience that reminds you of why it’s so crucial to feel outrageously proud of who you are.
I wish you total self-acceptance and, in fact, self-adoration.
Happy Pride, darlings! I’ll see you tomorrow for more sex toy talk.