This is one of many posts I hope have this title this year. I have come a long way from the timid 28-year-old who bought her first rainbow shirt at Don’t Panic in WeHo. It was a fitted shirt (also outside my comfort zone) with rainbow dog paws diagonally placed across the chest. I bought one in black and white and never wore them. What if the shirt made me a target or what if I was publicly insulted?

Now, armed with a rainbow watch band (two, actually) and a rainbow unicorn baseball cap and a whole slew of other rainbow gear, like my Fu**Cancer t-shirt with a rainbow ribbon and my absolute favorite Representation Matters ringer tee, I parade around prouder than ever.