happy pride month
Setting: unnamed hotel, eighth floor room, late o'clock. Dramatis personae: four friends.
In normal clothing, I help one of them get into his gear while desperately trying to remember how to pronounce "latex" when it's not a typesetting system. Attempting a compliment, I say, "You look cool! Like a high school student with superpowers from an anime."
Two thoughts float into my head, two steps in the middle of a very long journey:
- is this what being ace is like?
- maybe it's not half bad...