Yesterday I was at my local antique store and I was chatting with the owner, with whom I've been acquainted for nearly a decade because I love buying people's used junk and I'm always in there, and he revealed that he has a husband who loves Victorian furniture.
This didn't surprise me but I also like to think that I obviously read as some flavor of dyke and I immediately wondered why he had never mentioned his husband in conversation before. "Why today, after nine years of stopping by this store on my way home from work?" I thought. Then I got home and took off my wallet chain and noticed the new charm I added to it last week:
Don't underestimate the power of cheesy little rainbow trinkets in building community, I guess
















