Or under dressed.
I love Pride and the smiles, hugs, chats. The laughter. The over priced beer but you're drinking it on Capitol Mall and this is the first time Capitol Mall has been closed to traffic for a cultural event in over 12 years and that cultural event is YOU.
Just saying that makes me feel strange and abnormal. Like there's something wrong with me. Like there's something wrong with us.
It would be easy to chalk it up to "it's not you, it's them." Or vice-versa. But I assume the truth lies somewhere in the middle.
It can't be all my fault or our fault. Neither can it all be their fault.
We're working on our stuff. That's all we can do. We can't take responsibility for the shortcomings or problems of others.
Sometimes I still feel mighty lonely.
Especially in a crushing sea of queer.