It’s that time of year when corporations will plaster their products and logos with rainbows.
People will write diatribes about how Pride is pointless, dead, needed now more than ever, or whatever take they have on it.
The streaming services will make a few more queer themed movies available, or at least spotlighted.
Pretty boys will don tight shorts and speedos and shake their well rounded booties on floats to current pop hits down Main Street America.
Our queer political and social support groups will in-fight about inclusion, representation, and fair treatment (as they should.)
Drag queens will steal, make, borrow, or buy new frocks for their debuts or returns.
Skittles will just be Skittles, but “taste the rainbow” will take on a whole new meaning.
And you know what? I’m OK with all of it. I grew up in a world where gay was a four letter word, we were invisible and I thought I would be alone, scared, and ashamed forever.
So I say, bring it on. The classy and the catty, good spirited and gauche, flaming and finessed, pandering and proper…all of it. Paint the town rainbow and blare the gay anthems from every speaker in every city across the USA.
Make America Gay again, at least for the month of June!
Now if you’ll excuse me, Harvey’s in need of a dye job….