(trigger warning: extensive discussion of rape and consent regarding alcohol, rape apologism, rape denial)
It’s the most beautiful time of the year, y’all.
This is the time of year where queers all over this lovely country of ours put on theirshortest of shorts, their most glittery of glitter, their most bronze of bronzer, and work on making their hair as high as humanly possible. We primp, we preen, we curate the most fabulous ensembles in hope of catching the eye of that gender fucking Femme who works at the only bookstore in town that carries Curve (that’s still a thing, right? Okay, Original Plumbing, then).This is the time of year that we all wait so patiently for: The time of year where we are allowed to be bold and brash.
That’s right, queermos. You know it, you love it: PRIDE!