The ubiquity of the rainbow flag has replaced actual political engagement,

and has turned those with less privilege into ghosts. Those with resources  and a birthright to normativity are satisfied with having their rights served to them like it’s a five-course dinner. 

But who is missing?

The erased are missing. The imprisoned are missing. The millions who have died of AIDS because of government neglect, or were murdered because they hate us, or committed suicide because they’ve made us hate ourselves, or perished from poverty because we lacked access to resources and medical treatment. Our ancestors are missing from our streets and our minds, as we forget our history.  We stand with the missing.

In every story: who is missing?  In every neighborhood: who is missing?  In every room: who is missing? In every bar: who is missing?  In every parade: who is missing?  In every dream: who is missing? In every rainbow: who is missing?