It's That Gay Day

Happy 39th Our Gay Day, Ingrid! It's my favorite anniversary celebration, thanks to you. Our own personal Coming Out Day.

The years are adding up, but it's still hard to believe how many it's been. And it's even harder to believe how lucky I was that I met you at exactly the right time, in exactly the right place, in exactly the right way. As though we could see each other from miles away. And though I wasn't particularly happy about moving to small-town Idaho, I got a whole lot happier about it when I met you. Such luck, such luck.

I'm off to be extremely gay somewhere, though what that means for a 54-year-old woman isn't clear. Probably wear something pink and be fabulous. Not as fabulous as you were without even trying, Ingrid, but I'll do my best in your honor.