PRIDE STRIKE

GIRL, LETS SIT THIS ONE OUT

I have always admired my fellow gays and our unshrinkable ability to party through virtually any disaster. I had a gay mentor of sorts once tell me that when he was a gay hippie in San Francisco in the late 60’s he had been unaware of Dr. Martin Luther King’s assassination for a full week after it happened because he had been “too high on acid to read the news”. I was deeply impressed by this.

To clarify, I am impressed by the fact that there’s is a quantifiable amount of acid that can make one incognizant of the fact the MLK is dead, and also if I reach a little deeper here I can also think of the “Butterfly Effect” of it all- like how if a butterfly like flaps its wings in New Zealand, than 6 months later it’ll cause a hurricane in like Hawaii of whatever, but also, if Kim Kardashian farts on a butterfly at like a Mugler show the news will reach you MUCH faster and have exponentially more detrimental effects on my already deeply battered psyche and the world in general via social media and this is why I’ve decided that we should all go on social strike and hide the fuck out for once.