Gigantic rainbows please

I... Want to go for a pride parade.

It seems weirdly childish to me. I'm not sure why because I have sufficient reason for this desire. See, I'd never really cared as much for one before I watched this series called Sense8. Simply because I'd never really considered the positives as much as I did the negatives. I just thought of it as loud and too full of people and so colourful it would hurt my eyes. Who cares, right? I'm some random human living in an lgbt-phobic country where my existence is illegalised so it wasn't exactly an achievable possibility, anyhow.

Still. I watched the beloved fruity character Lito come into himself while he made his speech on that huge parade float, whatever it was. And I felt this strange wave of acceptance and love from a screen littered with people I didn't know. People who are strange, like me. Strange by our societal standards, anyway.

Apparently, I like the flashiness more than I could've imagined.

Despite the mental overwhelm, I have a sneaking suspicion I would feel safe and extremely overjoyed if I ever got to witness one.

So now it's on my "bucket list". Go to a pride parade. Once upon a time, my answer would've been to fly across the world to meet this person or that person. But now, it's just me and myself fulfilling a tiny little wish for the heck of it.

And who knows? Some day, I might just find a way.