I always loved rainbows because you never had to choose a favorite you could just love all the colors.

I often got confused or mistaken for a cool lesbian, but that was just stereotyping because I was husky, ugly, grumpy, and didn’t take shit from anyone and apparently warriors like this are too strong for mortals so they are often labeled lesbians. I held onto my rainbows anyway.

Then in college I made friends because they saw my rainbows and opened up to me. They didn’t care that I wasn’t a lesbian. They invited me to their fun events, they hung out with me on campus, brought me candy and favors from their adventures if I didn’t make it. They looked out for me against the world, even though the world had it out for them not me.

As I grow up and remember the love from my friends I remember to hold onto my rainbows. I remember the love and care I received. I try to pay my debts forward. I hear people fighting, people arguing, people judging, and I always try to support my friends. I remember it doesn’t matter who anyone loves, how anyone dresses, or who they identify as - rainbows don’t choose favorite colors.

They love everybody and I’m part of the rainbow too.

And love conquers all.

Always.

losing your way

as you try to find the end

of a rainbow called nuclear family.

feeling uncomfortable

in your own skin

waiting for someone

to scoop you out of it

like metal spoons and

ice cream.

men and women,

women and men,

there's no escape

from the binary code

we're trapped in.

just 0s and 1s,

over and over

telling a tale

that no one can read.

nuclear family, nuclear family

waiting to be detonated.

nuclear family, nuclear family,

stocked up in some twisted arms race

waiting to claim

superiority

over all.

but as we walk

along this rainbow

at some point we realized

that we need to stop focusing on the end.

we are the rainbow.

the nuclear family has been detonated,

scattered to the wind,

yet no less important, no less valid

than us.

skirts passed

from hand to hand

man or not,

we wear what we want,

but that doesn't make them

any less meaningful.

what we take, we've already earned

we're not stealing your pie from your

stuffed mouths

we're baking our own

and giving it

to our starving children

so they can learn

can grow

and be

who we want

who we need

them to be.

this isn't the end of the

arms race

nuclear families aren't being laid to waste

it's just that maybe we should

vary our weapons

and find new ways

to survive.

Red is for the rage that fills homophobic people to the brim. Orange is for the only people we can trust. Yellow is for the yelling that comes from people protesting pride. Green is for the complete garbage that people spew during our month. Blue is for the blame that everyone in the community gets when something goes wrong. Indigo is for innocent children with no support and unfortunate circumstances. Violet is for the violence we suffer, and the victims who remain helpless.

So when you think of pride and the beautiful rainbow associated with it, remember all the victims who remain restless, and remember all those who have been slaughtered for simply existing. Let us have our month where we can be ourselves, and finally feel safe because we are around people just like us without the fear of being assaulted or hate crimed.

Androgyny is

genderqueer, and so I am

she if you know me.

They is most preferred

for my queerness knows me best

potato-patot ~

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@bykaileyann / @DANdeLION_Page

On the first day of June

The cicadas were buzzing,

It was insanely hot,

And I was lying on my bed

Holding a text conversation.

Them and I were talking about clothes,

And how cloaks should be worn more today

(Cause they look rad)

And they asked me one thing.

“Hey, a little bit random...”

“But do you ever think that you might be another gender? I've suspected it for a while, but I felt like I should ask you.”

I never really thought about it.

I’m too wrapped up with other things.

But I guess it’s a chance to think.

So I wrote to them

“I dunno.”

And we just kept talking about cloaks.

But now I dunno.

This is for the first woman I dated and the one who helped me become comfortable with my sexuality:

-Red for the flush of our cheeks when we began flirting and realizing our attraction for each other.

-Orange for the color of your adorable cat, named Tales.

-Yellow for the beautiful natural color of your hair.

-Green for the lush trees we sat under at the park.

-Blue for the color of the bright vibrant sky during the Pride Event we attended.

-Purple for the shirt I wore that you complimented me on. Something about the way you said it has stayed with me since.

Thank you, Mallory, for our time together and for still being a wonderful friend. You helped me embrace a piece of myself that I was scared to uncover and explore. I can't explain how much this has helped me.

I was looking at her, blushing she glanced at me and approached me she said "hey Ms. I am new to this school this year what is your name" I told her my name and she told me hers. We became best friends, and then one day, a very special day to me. She confessed her feelings to me, and I confessed mine. We went out the next day and kissed, people stared at us whispering about how we were both girls in a relasionship but that never stopped us from breaking up. We accepted that people would stare and talk about us behind our back, but we loved eatchother and that is what mattered to us.

This is for the first woman in my life. I will forever be grateful for her and how she showed me the way I should be treated, depsite my damaged heart fighting every step of the way. Thank you, K.

Red is for the color of your favorite sweatshirt. The one hanging in my closet. It is the way you always showed me you cared.

Orange is for the color of the leaves the first time we had coffee. It is the kindness you showed me.

Yellow is for the caution I had with you. It is the timid fear of this being a first for me, and your way of understanding that.

Green is for the color of the grass the day we went to my favorite place. It is the way you always gave me your time.

Blue is for the color of your car, and the uniform you wore when I watched you play the sport you love. It is the softness you granted me.

Purple is for the way you treated me, like royalty. It is how you reminded me of the way I should be treated everyday.