Found in the farthest corner my underwear drawer, amid the ruins of the recently excavated bedroom (as we’ve been in the process of moving to the more-spacious rental next door): my shirt from Olympia, Washington’s first ever Queer Pride march (of which I was a primary organizer) in 1991. We put the damn thing together [...]
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