Rainbow Fatigue
A spoken word by Tim Powers-Reed There are days when the rainbow feels less like a promise and more like a weight. Not a closet— no, I burned that long ago. But still— some days, even the open air feels thick with expectation. You walk into the room, and suddenly you are Representation. Education. Liberation. A walking Wikipedia page with glitter on your shoulders and grace in your teeth. They want the pride flag, but not the protest. They love the queerness, as long as it’s curated,...
