Scrubbing off the temporary tattoos I got over the weekend, it occurs to me that at this particular moment, there’s nowhere in the world I’d rather be.
Sure I love the
I love the
I love the
My Accepting and Bilingual and Cold and Diverse
My Equal and Funky and Gorgeous and Humanitarian
I love this country with all my heart cos it gave me a new beginning
In this country, I discovered myself.
I have never been as proud to be a citizen as when I went to the 2007 Gay Pride Parade last weekend.
I have never been attracted to a female in my life but I am glad to live in a country where another woman who so desires can choose to move in with a woman, grow a mustache, remove her tits and wear flat shoes for the rest of her life.
It’s great to live in a place that is so accepting of differences… and choices
A man can go with his buddies and buy some foundation, lipliner, stilettos and a weave longer and blonder than mine if he so pleases.
He can change his name from
I love the fact that I get to see much more guys with sexy 6-packs and cute butts on a particular day every year than I would if I chose to go to an all-male revue every Saturday for the rest the next 6 months.
I’m glad that I can go to the parade and without words tell my same-sex-loving friends that I cherish and support them no matter if they’re attracted to Angelina Jolie or Brad Pitt.
I’m glad that I live in a country where I can be as open-minded as I want to be.