Pride itself celebrates the identities and achievements of marginalized folks, and it expands far beyond the rainbow capitalism ubiquitous during the month of June. They exist on a continuum, rather than categories. Its colors bleed into one another, the change so subtle, that you might miss it if you try to examine it too closely. There are no definitive borders, no finite boundaries.
Identity, like the rainbow, exists on a spectrum. A (love) letter from Momotaro Apotheca CEO Lindsay Wynn
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