My Favorite Color is Rainbow. And I Might Be Bi-curious.


Oh, rainbows. What is your magic? What is it that you do to me?

Sure, you are special, rare, and perhaps the reason why I sometimes fantasize about living in the Pacific Northwest.

I am not alone in being mesmerized by your formation. Magical folklore is written on you from centuries past. (All you science-y types here are probably being all like, ‘well, actually, atmosphere and light spectrum blah blah and it is very easy to explain why the sky is blue,’ blah blah. I am ignoring you.)

I used to draw rainbows when I was a kid, every time some cranky adult would say, ‘Shh. Go sit in the corner and color,’ (please use imaginary old man grandpa grumpy and annoyed voice when you read that phrase).

I once bought a rainbow bracelet at a small town main street kind of store, the kind that sells things like patchouli and rainbow bracelets.

Someone saw me wearing that bracelet and asked me if I was gay.

It was totally a gay pride bracelet.


I just thought it was really pretty. After all, rainbow is my favorite color.

But, hey man, that’s cool. I am as bi-curious as the next chic. In fact, I am a little sad that I never had an experimental phase in college before I met and fell in love with my husband, and tied myself down to a straight dude. (Plus, I am totally the man in the relationship. He cries and likes to cuddle. I scratch my belly and am totally a practicer of the hug and roll.)


Anyways . . . Mmmm, rainbows. Yumminess for my eyes.

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