Greetings, friends and comrades. Today I would like to discuss a very important and serious issue in my life: the pansexual flag.
Does it remind anyone else of Superman ice cream? (FYI for all you curious kiddies out there: I don’t recommend trying it–it tastes like blue and yellow.)
Given my penchant for being ever so slightly over the top, I would love to incorporate this symbol of one of my identities visually into my life and occasionally my wardrobe. I would totally wear a pan flag to pride, if not for the fact that I would feel like a huge poof of cotton candy. This is a problem. It causes me great distress to know that I can never fully take this flag seriously. Every time I start to feel a swell of pride, my mind and heart are derailed by memories of looking at this odd flavor in ice cream shops and wondering what it would look like when all the vibrant hues melted together down the side of my sugar cone.