PRIDE

 

September 21, 2024

Autumn. Hot and clear.

DM is dead. He looms surprisingly large in childhood recollection. 

Spent the morning down on Courthouse Square manning the AVLGMC booth at PRIDE with N. Our first visitor was a woman who’d just picked up two badges, one to describe her sexuality, which she called “mid,” and by which she meant she could only be sexually attracted to people whom she loved and respected, one for her sister whom she described as “Apo,” having no sexual attraction to anybody. She said she had to hide her inclination from her church, though I failed to see why any church would object to what she described as “mid.” A bigger problem church-wise would be that she was a Nordic pagan whose patron is Loki. She carried a golden backpack with Loki horns on it.