As I already mentioned on Instagram, that’s the only time in the year when a grandma like me would get compliments from the hottest boys in town: I love your nails! The most handsome boys with the longest lashes you have ever seen :).
But here is more. What I love more than these compliments is how these boys hold each other’s hands tightly, walking up Michigan Avenue. When I see this stretched hand, and another hand catching it and holding, I want to cry. I want to take a picture of these holding hands.
And I think about the 16-year-old Vlad: Why do they look at us like this when we walk holding hands?! Why can’t we walk like others?!
I am glad they can. And I am glad that no Trump can do anything with it.
(a green drop is pistachio gelato, and I am not going to photoshop it)
Pride Month is over. I saw a little bit of the Pride Parade in Helsinki (it happened despite the rain, but I didn’t want to stay around for long in the rain).
It looks like Chicago’s Pride parade was great, and as many commentators mentioned, “more defensive.”
All the right people were there and calling for resistance:
While I was away, my Immigration Equality t-shirt had arrived, and when I came to work on Monday, I found a Pride t-shirt from our Pride Employee Resource Group. I like them both and hope to wear them next summer, but I am especially proud of my firm, which supports LGBTQ+ employees.
Yesterday, I went to see The First Homosexual Exhibit at 659 Wrightwood. Now I can’t remember where I learned about this exhibit; the usual suspect is WBEZ.
The place is seriously guarded, and all tickets should be purchased online in advance (I won’t be surprised if they run background checks before issuing tickets – they don’t show up in your inbox instantaneously).
I planned to go with a friend who cancelled a couple of days before, but I didn’t find anyone to offer tickets, so I went by myself.
The exhibit is extremely interesting, and gianormous! I didn’t expect it to be so intense, and didn’t allocate enough time. They have curators in every room, and elaborate descriptions for almost every piece in the exhibit. I came earlier than my ticket said, and they said it’s fine. I thought I would be done in an hour, but more than an hour later, I realized that I had seen only half of the exhibit. At the end, I had to rush, and unfortunately, I won’t have another chance to see the rest, since I will be out of town for the second half of June.
I ordered a catalog, which should arrive in the beginning of July. I mostly wanted it to retain the loads of information. In the beginning, I tried to take pictures of almost everything, until I realized it was not possible 🙂
Below are two pictures of the space, which is absolutely amaizing.
And just t little bit of the exhibit itself, to give an idea.
…. and over 300 pieces, each with the load of information!
For those who are planning to go, plan on staying for 2.5 hours or so.
I didn’t go to the Pride Parade this year; instead, I went to Jarvis Square for Pride North. I thought I took a lot of pictures, but somehow, almost all of them ended up not-so-good-not-much-to-see. And in any case, the best thing I liked was an atmosphere, and people friendliness and a feeling of everybody celebrating diversity – – and this can’t be capture on film 🙂
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