I'm obsessed with them. I love items that include all of the colors in the spectrum, in good old ROY G. BIV order. Red. Orange. Yellow. Green. Blue. Indigo. Violet. So pretty and vibrant and free and yet so orderly.
When I was about 10, I asked my parents for—and received—a wonderful mobile that consisted of a spiral of multi-coored hearts, sewn out of satin and affixed to a wooden hoop with multi-colored ribbons. I kept it hanging in my room for a few years, and I'd hang it again if I had it.
In fact, I've seen similar items to it on Etsy.com and may try to recreate the past by buying something nearly like it.
The reason I sometimes am shy to display my rainbow love is that it doesn't seem tasteful to certain kinds of artists and visual thinkers, the kind who have elegant and nearly white Pinterest boards, all named in uniform lower-case style, perhaps sandwiched between a character of some sort: /thought/ /garb/ /light/
But here it is. And it just so happens that my coming out about rainbows coincides with a time when lots of people are posting rainbow images in honor of the 49 souls killed at that gay nightclub with Orlando. So be it.
I embrace the gay community, by and large. People are people and there are always a few bad apples. But in general, the gay people I know are gentle, interesting and interested. They've been through some shit and have gained some empathy.
So for our Chillaxing gif of the Day, I bring you this. . .
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