I love my rainbow flipflops

Not long ago, i made the break and unearthed my technologically dysphoric self long enough to get a facebook account. I've been teased for it by a few friends, but i do enjoy being able to keep in touch with people. The multitude of "applications" is obnoxious, but hey, they gotta make their money somewhere.

This tool of "social networking" has helped me to become more unfettered by my ubiquitous self-consciousness. Today i even let the (facebook) world know that I was considering attending the 30th annual Gay, Lesbian, Bisexual, and Transgender Pride Festival and Parade that will be taking place this weekend.

Now, if you know me at all or have read anything I've written, you will know that I do NOT profess to belong to one of these categories. (I'm sexually ambivalent - i fell in love with a person despite of the genitalia, not because of it...) Here's the thing. I used to hang out with the gay crowd in Montrose ALL the time. It was fun to be a straight girl around gay guys. I felt a whole lot more comfortable hanging out at JR's pre-relationship than I do now.

But I really, REALLY want to go to Pride this weekend for one reason and one reason only. I have the most AWESOME pair of rainbow flipflops. I think I can handle being labeled a lesbian for the weekend if it means I get to wear my flipflops.

Superficial, whatever.