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

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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).

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