Pride for the Chosen FewTommi Avicolli-Meccabyline‚ Jun. 26‚ 2008Every year, the glossy invitation arrives without fail. Every year, I clip it to the calendar in my kitchen and then forget about it until later in the summer when I toss it into the recycling bin. It’s no accident. I never have any intention of attending the event it’s promoting. Sometimes, I’ve fantasized going and being as outrageous as I can be. Maybe wear a giant, life-like dildo around my neck or a t-shirt with “real estate is theft” in huge letters. Just to shock folks. It probably wouldn’t. But why bother, anyway? There’s no point to it. They have their world and I have mine, and never the twain shall meet. |