What Pride!

For the first time in four months, my emotional state is not hovering between abject frustration and florescent-light humming anxiety.

The Supreme Court decrees Title VII of the Civil Rights Act of 1964, which makes it illegal for employers to discriminate because of a person's sex, also covers sexual orientation and transgender status.

Amidst a pandemic and protests, something giving hope and cause for celebrate. What Pride!

Just like the fight against all social injustices, look at how far we've come, but remember how very much farther we have to go. This as evidenced by transgenders losing access to same-sex shelters, and once-exalted authors supporting such measures (Still waiting for J.K. to say jk).

And much, much closer to home. Outside Felicia's window, among the protest tourists and diaspora-celebrating drum circles, are spray painted the words "Dirty Queers" on the same block as the abandoned East Precinct Capitol Hill police building.

Felicia submitted an official SPD crime report, and emailed Mayor Durkan the following, "...I live in the Packard Building and am deeply troubled and offended by graffiti referencing “Dirty Queers” on the side of the building facing Pine Street. I identify as Queer and seeing this statement emblazoned outside my home feels threatening and demeaning..."

For Felicia it's literal, but for the rest of us it's more  a figurative viewpoint of witnessing the very best of humanity, and then its blistering stupidity.