I wasn’t going to once again tell you that LGBT Pride is important and necessary for the same reason that Black History Month, Women’s History Month, and [insert minority here] Month are. (That history was written by white men who at best wrote off any not-straight activity as mere fraternal rites.) I wasn’t planning on reminding you that some of the most important people in my life are gay. I never even thought to tell you about the wonderful humans I met and worked with at the Broadway Youth Center, fighting to change the world one at risk kid at a time.
I didn’t want to do any of this, but then Orlando happened.
I know I said I’d be doing these horoscopes every month (but missed a couple), and that we’re already a week into this month, but writing is hard y’all. And I am busy. And lazy. But, mostly busy. #ExcusesExcuses
The winds of change are upon us, Dear Reader. Unfortunately for you, change is limited to diapers and motor oil. Don’t forget to buy a lottery ticket on the 14th. You’re not going to win anything, but for a moment before the lotto girl reads off the numbers on your tv screen, you will be aglow with possibility, hope, and whatever not-yet-proven carcinogen it is they use to make televisions these days.