Wrath Flags Fly Here: A Year-Round Celebration of Pride

Today, I’m turning up the volume on my frustration and righteous indignation. You know what really grinds my gears? Small-minded, prejudiced folks who think they can dictate what others should or shouldn’t do on their own damn property. So, buckle up, because I’ve got a story to tell.

Last month, I put up a pride flag. Not just for Pride Month, but as a year-round declaration of love, acceptance, and the celebration of the LGBTQ+ community. Enter “Karen,” my next-door neighbor and her husband, the same charming individuals who racially harassed my landscaper. Yeah, those delightful specimens of humanity.

Apparently, Karen’s husband had an issue with the pride flag, but his gripe was about seams, of all things. Like, seriously? Seams? Nice try, buddy, but we all know what that’s really about. Spoiler alert: it’s not the seams. It’s the rainbow, the inclusivity, and everything they can’t stand to see celebrated.

Then, it got better (sarcasm, if you couldn't tell). Karen herself got put on the HOA board. Cue the eye roll. Now, I'm all for community involvement, but not when it’s someone who’s just waiting for a chance to push their narrow-minded agenda. I overheard her complaining about us not flying an American flag. Well, guess what, Karen? This country has a lot of work to do before I ever fly that flag. I’m talking about a deep, soul-searching kind of work. So, until then, the pride flag stays.

I can sense the anxiety creeping in, wondering what kind of petty nonsense Karen might try to pull now that she’s on the board. But you know what? Bring it on. I’m ready. California Civil Code 4710 is on my side, protecting my right to fly whatever flag I damn well please, and no HOA can touch that.

So here’s my promise: now that Pride Month is over, it’s Wrath the rest of the year, baby! That flag isn’t coming down. It’s staying up, a beacon of defiance against bigotry and hate. If Karen or anyone else wants to make an issue of it, they better be ready for a fight, because I’m not backing down. Not now, not ever.

This is more than just a flag. It’s a statement, a stand, a refusal to be silenced or shamed. It’s a reminder that love is louder than hate, that inclusivity is stronger than bigotry, and that we’re here, we’re queer, and we’re not going anywhere. Plus, given that I’m on the young end of living in this retirement community, anyone mad about our pride flag will probably just have to die mad about it.

So, to Karen and anyone else who has a problem with my pride flag: take a good, long look. This is what resilience looks like. This is what pride looks like. And if you can’t handle it, that’s your problem, not mine.

Here’s to flying our flags high, not just in June, but every damn day of the year. Because pride doesn’t end when the month does. It’s forever. And so is my wrath against hate and ignorance.

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