#Pride101

Probably every gay, lesbian and trans person you know has been called a faggot. Or worse. I have. More times than I can remember. Probably every gay, lesbian and trans person you know has had something thrown at them with the intention to hurt or humiliate them. I have. It was a barrage of eggs as some friends and I stood on a sidewalk in Chicago's Boystown. Where we'd assumed we were immune from such bullshit. The worthless cowards who threw the eggs missed all of us and ran away cackling like they were big men who somehow mattered in the world. Many gay, lesbian and trans people have been physically, violently assaulted. I never have, but I have friends who've been assaulted so violently that they've been hospitalized. It's 2019. The homophobic violence that our forebears endured may have lessened, but it hasn't stopped. But we all still get up, walk out the door every day, and live our lives as openly as we dare and as comfortably as we can. THIS IS WHY WE CALL IT PRIDE.

Pretty pansies

Back at the gym and putting the CUSS in concussion!

(I don’t know what that means either, but if you squint really hard it sounds totally badass.)

I seemed to have dressed myself in all red, white and blue—even with stripes!—today. So if you see me waving, it’s because I’m being friendly. Not because I’m a flag.

I’m opening a British hotel and calling it the Dunher Inn

On a completely unrelated note, tonight’s our first My Fair Lady rehearsal.

On a completely unrelated note, I wore my Union Jack trainers. Which is British for sneakers.

Which will be extra-comfortable if we rehearse all night because I got me to the theater on time on the street where TCR lives.

I’ll stop now.

Downtown Decorah coolness

Things you might see in a Nordic pride parade