i flinch as the Old Bridge Troll
my love is not inconsequential.
i might not have ever drawn up the courage to
attend a pride parade if not for the Redhead Hurricane.
god, she's wonderful.
drank champagne with her when we heard the supreme court rulings
(yes, yes, underage drinking, no, i dont support it)
and we danced and shouted and clutched each other's faces
yes, she's straight, but she's the best kind of ally.
but to be honest, i suspect sometimes
that she wants something to fight for.
i don't know how to process that.
she hugs me like i'm something special,
and i nearly cry.
if i'm ignored by my grandparents,
cut off from my uncle,
shamed by some of my family,
then at least i've got her.
i just hope that's enough.