#anyway. baby Micha we came back home. you didnt know this was home. but we are here now.

[hexagonaldecency]

Wanted to share my drag again 🧡

I live where the world's biggest Pride Parade happens. When I was a kid, we used to live close to the avenue where they march, so my parents took me to see it every year.

In workshops, other people always have stories about when they found out drag was a thing. I have no idea when I did. I always knew drag queens! They're the ladies that march in the parade by my apartment!

One of my most vivid memories as a child, was walking under the giant flag, in my father's shoulders. I loved it, and looked forward to it every year.

I hadn't been able to do it since... I don't even know when. Since I was still a kid. I have wanted to be under that flag so badly since then.

I missed a couple of years living in another town, and managed to attend again last year.

This year, I could do it in drag!! And guess what!! I GOT UNDER THE FLAG.

I jumped and skipped under it like a little child, I had so much fun...

I think about what child me would think about that. That more than 10 years later, we're under that flag again. Literally, and metaphorically, as a bisexual and genderqueer person.

I think she wouldn't exactly understand the gender thing. But I think she would be thrilled about the drag. The little girl who dressed up as Minnie mouse that one pride, because everyone else was in costume, now made her own costume. Of her own persona. Skipping under that flag.

I think we would jump and skip under that flag with so much joy.