In which I am Hungover and Absent

Gentle Reader, I will doubtless be hungover when you read these words. It’s the day after Pride, after all. Now, I know that there’s a lot of argument in the community about how Pride is just a corporate-sponsored giant party anymore, and less a protest, a movement, a demonstration of strangeness and strength. Personally, I’m don’t see why it can’t be both. Being visible, as a queer, is often a statement and a protest all by itself. Also, cocktails are delicious.


I don’t mean to sound flippant – that’s not quite true. I do mean to sound flippant, but I don’t mean to sound dismissive. I gave a rather more thorough run-down of my thoughts on the matter back in Post the Sixty-Fourth and I think that that sums it up nicely.

At any rate, I think that it’s important for everyone to celebrate who precisely they are, and not have to apologize for it. What’s the good of being an individual if you’re scared to be yourself? It upsets me when people lock themselves up within white picket fences, and whitewash their characters. Therefore, there is this:


Which a talented artist friend, Miss. R.*, photoshopped to include a crown of flowers. Whimsy is a marvelous thing, and I’m certain that Future-Tyler – the hungover one on the bus – will need reminding why he thinks it’s so important that he goes to take part in the revelry, the community. More than just whimsy, individuality, and being true to oneself, Doctor. That’s why you go: Bear that flower-crown with Pride.


*A note about R. – she is a talented artist. Photoshopping flower-crowns is not her artistry in action, she had just spent an entire day doing it and I wanted one for the blog. I *really* wanted to get permission to link to some of her work here, or at least to be able to send you in the direction to contact her, but she’s in the middle of moving just at the moment, and I didn’t want to disturb her. So. Perhaps I’ll be able to do that in the future.

About Ty DeLyte

Madame DeLyte has suffered a grave disappointment - YET AGAIN - and still believes that freedom, beauty, and truth are what's valuable, rather than vulgar cash. He'd add love to that list - but, well, what can he say about love?
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7 Responses to In which I am Hungover and Absent

  1. ekgo says:

    We’ve discussed this before, but I still think it’s both sweet and alarming how polite you are on the internet and how it seems you don’t quite grasp the idea behind the Freedom of Information. Most people who have websites put them out there to be found and providing links, with or without permission, is a useful way to help others find what they didn’t know they were looking for. On the other hand, I love that you ask people permission to use their online information. You should remind yourself to ask if you can add a link to this post. Mostly because I am now curious to see her work.

    • Tyler J. Yoder says:

      I am so much less polite about these things since you started influencing me! Take that as you will; it’s a compliment. At this point, it’s more a matter of scaring up the link.

      • ekgo says:

        Everyone ALWAYS blames me for their rudeness! It’s like I ooze bad manners and they get on other people and corrupt the formerly polite. Hobbes was thinking of me when he said the life of man is solitary, poor, brutish, and short. I think he was pretty much saying it’s my fault.

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