At Boston Pride For The People and I just saw something breathtakingly beautiful:
a sun-bleached trans flag
I think it was last summer – I was walking through the historical district of Leiden in the Netherlands, where there are narrow walking-only streets that have shops downstairs and apartments upstairs. I looked up, way up to the fourth floor, to a tiny attic apartment rented by a student or immigrant. There was a pride flag hanging from the rafters, tattered to shreds by the wind. It was the most sincere thing I had ever seen.

































