Sitting here reading, keeping an eye on whats popping up on Instagram, the seemingly random (if algoritham-instagated) images which prompt my attention... ...comes my own random thought, clear as morning air, no doubt, "...I'm gay." Oh..surprise, gosh. I love it when that hapend, it's like hey, yes, you, we see you... Where did it come from, as if who said that, was that me. Surprise, joy, immersion, completion, comprehension. A zillion thoughts and that one pops into my present. Then its gone, then another... I'm dining on it, thats gay. Thats the rainbow that is gay, experiential to the core and back again. Alive, free, as flags in the wind. I feel elated, how come. Is it because a need a label, a brand, a confirmation, and acknowledgement. Do I even need to share it. There it is again "...I'm gay". I smile, I know. Like a heralding trumpet across the rooftops and into kitchen windows where mums are baking, they smile, intuitively knowing this secret of their child. My mum does, I know it, she knows it too. You're gay my son, I love you, lets have tea. It's not one thing or ten thousand, its everything. So there, my I'm gay moment for the day, its everywhere in everybreath and no where. And its there whether popping in as a thought, a feeling, or desire. Looking in and looking out, the world is just being gay every day in every way. Whether feeling elated, feeling love or being out of it, maybe feeling sad, feel happy bad or morose, feeling this way and that way. What's it matter, it's allbound to change as it does. Amid the maelstrom of daily life and all its bits and flurry, there's me, there you. And what is really nice, is you and I we share that magic, we can pick each other out on the street, nothing spoken no need lest you want, the feeling he's sees, she sees, that flutter feeling, in my eyes and in yours we are the same invisible rainbow. Unique, different, precious.... beautiful.