This poem is a snapshot of my excitement before Leeds Pride (which was fucking excellent, in part because TransLeeds stopped the parade to tell at TERFs for a full 10 minutes). It’s also shows me throwing shade at a job I’d already decided to quit at this point. The company I used to work for likes to wave a rainbowed version of their logo at Pride to
promote their brand show solidarity. This is my own little way of saying fuck you to that form of commodifying my identity.
Queer Pride tomorrow
No rainbow capitalism