Saturday night before Sunday's Stone Wall 50th Year Commemoration Pride March, when I woke up at 10:30 p.m. from my third nap of the day, I had a txt.mssg. from my fashionista-grand-nephew, describing what and whom he had seen in the Village, I was so happy and glad he was experiencing “culture” beyond the world of work and weekend fun, since it is a very special “historical’ event and time to commemorate. At some point, I even felt like going out and be there too, but at the same time, wanted to feel the separation from what was once part of myself; not a sad moment, but a powerful realization, so I went to the kitchen, had a glass of milk and went back to bed.
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