This will be my last vacation entry. This afternoon, I board a plane to return to the wintery north. I just had one last story to share.
The other day the MackenzieParents decided to show me another neighborhood in New Orleans that they would have liked to live in. For those who know, it's the Marigny/Bywater area. It really was cute, there's something about seeing houses that can be all shuttered up, all windows and doors included, that screams, "cozy."
Anyway, on the way out, when we were no longer really in that area, I saw a really nice mansion, complete with columns. This isn't so unusual in the area, but it had flags flying from the top. This isn't unusual either, but one of the flags was a rainbow flag.
Now, I will fully acknowledge that seeing such a thing (I saw another one on a bar in the Marigny area) doesn't mean the same thing as it would to someone queer. From my place of privelege that's impossible, as much as I may sympathize and share values, I just don't have a lot of the life experiences to back it up.
All the same, I must admit that seeing the flag there made me feel more comfortable, at ease, like things were just more friendly.
It's a nice feeling, and one that a lot of my friends deserve to have, as well. Preferrably all the time, not just when a colored cloth is waving on the wind. Let's work on that, shall we?
