what if you had a pride flag that was directly linked to your identity.
Not just in the normal “Oooh it affirms me” way, but in the style of sympathetic magic. When it gets stained or damaged you feel that piece of your identity chip. Maybe not knowingly but suddenly you find yourself gravitating to stuff you didn’t like before. Maybe you were Ace and you start getting curious, start noticing how people could be attractive… nothing definite, but a change. Maybe you were a trans girl and you suddenly find yourself a tiny bit turned on by all those Detrans kink posts. Or maybe you just start exploring a little more masculinity, maybe you’re just non-binary and didn’t realize?
Small things. Of course, thats assuming nobody damaged it too bad. It assumes no one intentionally destroys it? But maybe you have a roommate who decides to mess with it, damages it just enough to let you finish the job. Covering it with various new stains as you learn just how fun it is to destroy a piece of yourself.














