Pride.

A floppy leather top hat as a talisman of dykes future and past.

My friends are camping today. They’re camping on a river with my ex, who I don’t share space with at this time. To break up in queer world is categorically messy. The feelings we have are immense and we are forced to use language such as “we don’t share space at this time”. Queers, why do we talk like this? Like robots, like non-people? I suspect this …