For the second time ever, i am conciously wearing pink, and i don’t know how to take it. The first time was at a party a year and a half back, and mostly intended as a joke. And now, this. The way it happened was the usual; my wife comes home from a shopping spree and has bought me clothes too. She’s the one who buys all my nice clothes. If i buy clothes, they are t-shirts with band imprints. Today, i’d run out of anything that could be considered nice to wear, and today it kinda counts, since i’m going to my wife’s brother’s fiancee’s semi-formal reception.

Down in Timor-Leste, my good friend Jed told me that a man can wear pink. He did. And he certainly counts as one. But me, i’m not convinced.

This week is Helsinki Pride, which includes the Pride march tomorrow. And i consistently drink cafe au laits in the morning. Maybe i’m just turning gay