May or may not be covered in HRC tattoos and stickers.
It pays to volunteer.
Seattle Pride was fucking awesome. Marching in the parade felt like…self-esteem didn’t even exist, everything was literally waving and cheering and rainbows and dancing and drag queens, with the full knowledge that you were sticking it to the man at the same time and that the 100,000 people there were too and you all loved each other for it.
Also yes it’s a bit dim in here but that’s life. You didn’t really want to see my face anyway.