No Stripes

I dreamt that H. and I were at a giant, fancy fundraiser for LGBTQ causes in Canada. There were armed forces and mounties present and many politicians, all interested in helping out.

H. and I were standing around a coffee table with some people in uniform, and I wondered aloud what queer activist groups really wanted these days.

H. suddenly shouted, "What gay people really want is not to have to look at your @#$*%# clothes!"

I looked down. I was wearing a bright blue and white striped shirt with baggy sultan pants, which were striped yellow, green and pink.