The weekend is over and what a weekend it was.
Saturday night at Daniel's house was nothing short of whimsical as time spent there always is in one way or another.
Standing there with Paige, the three of us sharing the same space in time again after so long; after so many wonders and tragedies, brought to mind a strange sense of mortality. Not all of us made it this far. But we did. Not unscathed.
Yet, here we stand.
Everyone was glorious in one way or another; Sam is cancer free and looking healthier than ever- I hugged him what seemed like nine or ten times. Sisterly talk with Shel; Dancing in the kitchen. Ape impersonations; Magnolias. Broken dishes in the fireplace.
A sparkly time...
Pride was fantastic and bright as one would expect, until the "christians" reared their homophobic heads. I would show you a picture of the severed baby head that one man held high above his head for all to be angered and repulsed by, but I wouldn't do that to you. I wont spread that lie.
Nothing short of a sin. Cocksuckers.
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