Through my window I watch a familiar parade.
Men, women, some fancifully dressed,
others casual, and a few in interesting costumes of various kinds.
Club Kids, Cowboys, Drag Queens, Hustlers, Attorneys, Doctors, and many more.
Walking together alone down party streets that only come alive at dark.
Within this darkness is safety. An obscure sense of cover.
Able to do what they will, feeling safe and covered from view.
There will be a day when even what is done in secret will be revealed to the masses.
So why conceal your desire in the darkness?
Learn to walk in the light and be proud of who you are.
Not flagrent or over powering, but with a quiet sense of being.
