Rainbow Stickers

I thought I'd write about something a little light-hearted tonight, on a topic that I've thought about quite often, oddly enough. Sadly, I don't have a rainbow sticker on my car yet, but that doesn't mean I haven't secretly longed to have one for many years. It's a big leap to take. Well, maybe just the whole running up to the store, picking one up, and then plastering it on my bumper with pride.

It has always put a smile on my face to see the Corolla or Forester in front of me have a rainbow squiggle or line on its bumper. Back in the day, when I was in high school (and believed I was one of only a handful of gay people in existence), seeing a rainbow sticker on a car made me feel, if even for that brief moment, that I wasn't alone. It was a moment of empowerment, and a moment of feeling that things may in fact be okay at the end of the day.

It's pretty amazing how such little things can mean so much. I'm talking about the little things that happen every day, that in the hustle and bustle of working life can sometimes be hard to perceive at times. Having a clerk at the supermarket say "have a nice day" or a passerby flash you their pearly whites can make all the difference in a world. It can turn any rainy day into a great day.

I've always wanted to be able to shine that multi-colored "smile" at others via my bumper, so that hopefully it will make a someone out there smile, like they had made me do many times in the past. Now that I've come more or less full circle on accepting who I am, I want to help others along in the process. I want to let other people know that they're not alone.

Plus, rainbows go well with just about every color car out there. ;)