Stonewallflowers

This blog is short and shitty. Like our attention spans. The end.

<< REWIND << to the beginning. Not on the streamer but VHS. Super 8. Dial up and wait. Get a page and call from a pay phone. The Thomas Guide will show the way.

You don't know what these things are. A list of items lost in a landfill. Hey Siri.

Before screens (before time) - before you were they/them. They allowed us to be us. An arsenal of real-life superheroes predicating modern civility. The ones who gave us the right to dress and express however we goddamn choose. The ones who paved the yellow bricks on the road to you do you boo.

Icons. Martyrs. Milk. The mayor not the lactose product. Rustin. The chief organizer of the march on Washington, not the decaying sword in your cyber arsenal. Johnson and Rivera, two trans women behind the Stonewall Uprising and founders of a radical group transforming the lives of homeless LGBTQ+ youth.

Matthew Shepard and the Laramie project. Look that up. The list goes on but I'm losing you. You little Stonewallflower. That's a portmanteau. French for a fucking mash up. I coined it at the cost of bullying you. Will you stand up to me now?

Will you fight for your rights? Will you do your homework? Lest the dog eat it and we end up back in the kennel.

#nevermind

 As you were. Ride the coattails. At least now you know they're there.