Tag: writing
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Pride at the Beach
When I think of Pride, it’s not fit as hell gay men shirtless and decked in feathers dancing on a Chase bank float. It’s women running into the ocean shrieking with girlish laughter. It’s a little girl and her mothers at the beach building a drip castle. It’s kissing my love in the waves, tasting…
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Racing Down that Road
I used to think life was a freeway. A long, open expanse of asphalt to be hurled over. No speed limit, like the autobahns in Germany where you can push your engine as hard as you want. A flat space to accelerate faster and faster over until the speedometer inches beyond the illuminated dashes.
Sarah Levine 