History in the making: the first pride event ever held in Bermuda! Protests were minimal and non-violent… which was very relieving to me, after having experienced gay bashing in local venues this past year. I was impressed at how many people turned out and really hope they have the continued support to turn it into an annual event. ❤

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I’ve been told that crying makes me seem soft and therefore of little consequence. As if our softness has to be the price we pay out for power, rather than simply the one that’s paid most easily and most often.

Audre Lorde, Eye to Eye
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The weather is getting warmer and while some things blossom, other things die. I am slowly realizing that the whole idea of spring is a farce, an instilled branding of the seasons. I get the same kind of mental rejuvination during any major change in the weather – the onslaught of a hurricane, the relief of getting to wear hoodies again. The earth is constantly cycling and I love the feel of flowing through those changes.

It’s easy to omit what doesn’t seem relevant.

Thank you Jeff VanderMeer, for this insightful quote from the Southern Reach Trilogy. For the rest of 2019, I will no longer read any book written by a white male. Because why the eff not?

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A few chapters in, I couldn’t believe that I had never before read Robert A. Heinlein’s Stranger in a Strange Land… that is, until the science fiction broke down to make way for incessant narration regarding the lesser gender. It culminated beautifully with an offhand comment by the main female character in Part 3:

Nine times out of ten, if a girl gets raped, it’s partly her fault.

Le siiigh. There’s still Parts 4 and 5 to read, so let’s see what other bullshit this Hugo-Award-winning novel can spew out.

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Good Friday is a national holiday in Bermuda and this is the first time I’ve ever been on the island for it! Which is very sad indeed, because – all religious intentions aside – this is definitely my favorite celebration. It’s a kite festival, go-cart race, hot dog eating contest, and communal picnic with fish cakes and hot cross buns.

In the weeks leading up to Easter, everybody makes traditional kites with tissue paper and craft glue. (The true old-timers make their own frames too, but I bought mine already set up from the local pharmacy.) They punch a few holes and string it up with a big ol’ roll of hemp twine… then watch it slowly get destroyed on Good Friday via transport and high winds. The pros can get their kites up really high and leash it to a gazebo during the festival. On Easter Sunday, the kites are then purposely crashed into the ocean to disintegrate the tissue paper and free up the frame for reuse the following year.

Despite my questionable kite-flying skills and multiple crashes, Alex and I still managed to make it into The Royal Gazette the following morning.

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