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Well, well, well, will you look at that? It’s Pride again.

You know the drill by now. It’s June 1, and suddenly everything from banks to big box stores has slapped a rainbow on their logo. Rainbow capitalism knows how to target LGBTQIA+ customers. For exactly 30 days of the year. How quaint.

Of course, it’s nice to make things bright, and colorful, and pretty. But it’s meaningless if that’s all it is.

Pride should be about uplifting and celebrating you, the community. And it should be year-round, not just 8.22% of the year. So, we’re signal-boosting your posts that celebrate, support, and honor all genders and sexualities over here. Follow to keep your dashboard lovely and gay as hell all year round.

And, yes, we’re also making a bit of a fuss right here on @celebrate (apparently, we just can’t help ourselves). So if you’re interested in talking about what Pride means to you or want to celebrate Pride but don’t know how to go about it this year, we made a fun little 30-day Share Your Pride Challenge list. Because you do, in fact, deserve to be celebrated.

Tag your posts with #ShareYourPride if you want to make them a little easier for other people to find. And Tumblr? Happy Pride. We’re glad you’re here.

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I made this beauty for my mom's 65th birthday.

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Another of my first attempts. For Mo's son. More than 10 years ago when Angry Bird was an absolute star😁

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One of my first attempts. I made this cake for my best friend, Su' daughter, years ago. I love expressing love through baking❤️

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Heritage rally part three

What am I doing here? On the Spanish coast in the middle of the night. There is no sign of life on the street at 3.00 am. But I am here waiting for my bus. 3.15, no bus anywhere around. What do I do if it does not come? Who do I ask, who do I call? I felt the panic crawling under my skin on my nape. It was 3.20 when I saw the headlight appearing on the horizon. phewwww

By 5.00 am, I was at the airport. Easy peasy. Got through security check, found my gate. I just saw the crew waiting for boarding. They looked like a bunch of teenagers coming from an Ibizan after party. For a second, odd thoughts crossed my mind, but I told myself to chill. By 6.22 am I was sitting in my seat, cabin crew was preparing for take off and security presentation. Oh amazing, 6.30 we departure and I am literally flying home. 

6.40 am, ‘This is your captain speaking’ - we have a tiny technical problem (problema pequeño) with the door, but never to worry, our engineers are looking into it. Once we will have it repaired we will be on our way. What????? Seriously???? Little problem with the door???? You must be kidding!!!! How can I describe what I felt there? I hate flying! I’d rather drive around the planet or shatter on a bus for days. But this time I could not afford that luxury. I needed to get home as fast as I could. 

7.15 am, ‘This is your captain speaking’ - Well, it seems, the problem cannot be resolved just now, but not to worry at all, we have a bus coming to pick and take us to another plane. Please take all your belongings and exit the plane. Am I in a movie, You’ve been framed is filming around?  All the passengers were frustrated, started chatting with each other, we were all in this together. 

8.18 am, We are sitting on the next plane, security presentation had been done again. Just slowly rolling towards the runway. Everything is so quick, we are in a hurry. All of a sudden scary sounds were coming from the stomach of the plane and a terrible smell flooded the cabin. Fuel!!!! Now, that was a point where anybody would have lost their patience. So have all the passengers. We stopped the cabin crew and asked them about this inexplicable situation. ‘Not to worry the pilot is aware, we are checking it right now’. Tremendous! We were standing there for ten minutes and then the well known young, chirping voice, ‘This is your captain speaking’ - it seems we are experiencing a technical problem again. We drive back to the dock and get it checked quickly, and then we will be on our way before you know it. We got back, and our Captain talked to us again - Dear passengers, do you know what? We will not even wait for the engineers this time, please get all your belongings, we board another plane...

9.47 am, The third plane seemed like an oasis to me. I took my seat, I did not mind what was happening anymore, I just wanted to close my eyes. By then I was beyond exhaustion. ‘Ladies and Gentlemen, this is your captain speaking’ - please fasten your seat belts, sit back, relax and enjoy the flight. Oh - I try my friend - I was sure that after all the adventures, I would be able to fall asleep on a plane for the first time in my life. 

10.15, Taking off! Yeah! The pilot must have been tired too, especially if you imagine him in the wild afterparty on the Balearic island...at least I imagined. Well he took it seriously, and fired out like a missile. He could not avoid air flows, just crushed turbulence. Our way up was one of the bumpiest I have ever experienced, I appreciate we were in a hurry, but excuse me??? Our landing was the same story. The lovely guy wanted to take us home and he completed the 2 hours 20 minute trip in 1 hour 40 minutes. The arrival was as stylish as all the other parts of the journey. We hit the ground like a meteor, fortunately nobody bit their tongue. People were praying, crying, we were all overwhelmed, but we were Home! 

1 pm local time, I open my door and get into my apartment. I will need a few days to recover...One thing I knew for sure, I love London, I love my life here. 

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Heritage rally part two

On my six hour bus trip from Valencia to Catalonia I had time to think about my life and what has just happened to me. There was not much I could do at that moment. Lawyers were looking into my case, but I've been told not to make up my hopes. There is no will. At least not at the Notary. If there was any in the apartment, the occupiers damaged it for sure. Race for nothing...that is my luck

I now just sit back, relax and enjoy the (flight) oh no not yet, the bus journey for now. But noooo...what was I thinking? The bus was packed, literally, utterly full. Everybody speaks Spanish, of course but me. People were shouting on their phones and with their travel companions, (it is the best habbit of the Spanish). We were not allowed to eat or drink on the bus but in return we took a stop in every two hours. Anybody can bear two hours without eating or drinking, do you agree? Fourty minutes later the drama escalated. There was a chap in the front tract of the bus who removed his mask for a sip of water every five minutes. The driver pulled over, stopped the engine and called the guy to exit the bus. ‘I warned you three times, now you leave the bus. All of us will end up in hospital or die because of you’, (lovely prediction, that was all I needed right there). I found a fellow passenger to translate the play for me. The guy was not moving. People started to shout even louder, waving their hands and fists in the air, discussing the matter whether the guy should be  flicked off or not. After a fifteen minute debate we voted, and eventually continued our trip. (Softies :))

I could finally have a little look outside of the window. Sunshine, beach and sea on my right, hills and mountains on my left. The colours are incredible in the Mediterranean. Those greens, blues, sands. Amazing! For a second, I forgot my mad ride and just enjoyed the moment, tried to recall the feeling of a deep breath in the fresh air... My mask has put me back to reality.

I spent the following few days in peace and harmony. I had a lovely time with my ex, who appeared to be a nice guy this time. He enjoyed being good to me, I think it must have been kind of let some of his guilt go, a kind of a payback for all the ..... he had done to me. 

I killed time on the beach, got a bit sun kiss as well. The strongest contradiction I have ever experienced. Like Snow Whites apple. Glowing on the outside, rotten on the inside.  I felt so lonely like an abandoned boat.

I lived in a slow motion movie for those days though, but the storm was almost unbearable inside my chest. How will I get home? What will I do? How do I get my PCR? Is there a flight sooner than I planned? Oh I just wanted to lay in the sand and shut my mind down, please. I was so tired of everything. My other saviour, childhood friend, Mo (more about her later) called me and we just talked and talked for hours. This helped a lot! I usually discuss every little detail with my friends (Only with the three, who are my bff’s), therefore it is impossible for us to talk for five minutes. If we talk, we talk :) We do it properly. Another plan was about to be established - catch the 3.15 am bus to Barcelona, catch the 6.30 am flight, arrive to London at 7.50 local time, get back to my place by 9am. I was so much looking forward to it. I was physically aching to smell the polluted air, fight the wind, soak in the rain, please just let me get Home!

Check out for part three...

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So many people mistake “fake it ‘till you make it” as an instruction to just pretend you’re happy. Smile when you feel sad and ignore your problems. It’s not supposed to be encouraging you to bottle it all up and perform happiness. It’s supposed to be the question “if I had better mental health, what would I do in this situation?” Because the answer is typically you’d have a good cry, take a shower, do a hobby you like, and text a friend. It doesn’t mean ignore your problems until they pour out of you at 2am. It means imagine a happier you and then steal their moves. It means see if you can replicate the result. If people with better mental health think “I love myself, I’ll do that thing for me” fake it ‘till you make it encourages you to think “people who love themselves do that thing for themselves, I’ll do it too.” 

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Heritage rally part one

What am I doing here? On the Spanish coast, in the middle of the latest pandemic. Am I normal or simply lost my mind? Well, I had to come from the UK to Spain, Valencia. My (boy)friend passed away and I got to learn about people ( his local friends) who broke in and occupied his apartment. A voice in me said “ you must go!”. I felt like I needed to clear this crazy situation, I had to save my friend`s dignity and honor and on the other hand I needed to find out if I can find a will from him, or is there anything I can do to get the heritage. I also had to stop a crime! For a second I felt like I was wonder woman, I was unstoppable. I left London at 6.30 am, landed in Alicante at 10.40. I had all my documentation ready, including negative PCR test, locator form etc.  Shocking surprise at the border. The most handsome Spanish custom officers in their black uniforms, with machine guns on their hips, stopped me for passport control. I was like, okay I can chat with you a bit, that can`t hurt. They did not really share my interest in the chat, but asked me a hundreds of questions about the reason of my travel. They investigated every passenger, they really took it dead serious to control who they permit to enter their country. I had to show them the death certificate, and I used my basic Spanish knowledge as well to emphasize how important my trip was. They finally let me go. Yeah, I ran through the  QR code check, and I was lucky to catch the bus to my final destination, which is  one and a half hour from the airport. I was a napless mess, I did not eat or drink since I woke up at 3 am in London. Finally I arrived. I called the people ( the fake friends) to let them know I was there and to get the keys from them to the apartment, to look around what was missing, or if I could find any paper or documents. It was 3 pm already at this point. Surprise of the day, yeah...They were busy until 7 pm, and they talked to me like they did not really want to meet me as we discussed on the phone before I left home. How could I be so naive? Why do I believe in humanity, honesty? In which galaxy have I lived my life in the last, almost fifty years? These guys wanted me to suffer, to wait, they wanted to f word me over.

I was deadly tired by then, needed a bathroom, I was hungry, thirsty, the double mask irritated my face and nose. What could I do? I called everybody, but first of anybody else, my best friend Su, (more about her later) who is and has been with me every step of my life since we had met at the age of twelve. We worked out the strategy, how to approach this situation to provide justice for my late friend (more info about him later). We were ready with the plan.

At 7 pm I met the `intruders`, they refused to let me in the flat, and held the key ( they changed the lock) for themselves to move in, at the end of May. Seriously??? I mean, was it really happening to me or was it just a bad dream? It is a real struggle in Spain that there are “ocupantes”, who simply break in and occupy other peoples properties. By the Spanish law, the police hands are tied, it has to be a long legal case and the court might decide, but that can take 3-15 years, so these occupiers live in someone else`s home happily ever after. Am I really in the middle of the real life thriller? Am I really standing in a wonderful coastal town, alone, tired, shocked? What do I do now? What will I do tomorrow? The square I was standing on, started spinning around me. My only way to get out was to call my dear friend Su, who knew how to get me out of this state of panic. Google was my friend too, so I found the local police station. Great, I will make my report and get these people behind bars. I started my walk to the police station, but it took me almost 50 mins. No Uber, no bus, no taxi in this dream town. My backpack weighed more and more with each step..okay, cool, I got to the station. Lovely Spanish policemen advised me this was the wrong department, I can only make report in the other station, which happened to be at the other end of the town. I was near to a break down. No, I can`t believe it. Why the hell did I have to play the hero, save the world alone? I missed my comfortable, decent life in London more than ever, and I suddenly realized how lucky I was to live there. I could only think of the grey skies, drizzling mornings, wind jackets as if they were treasures.

I managed to get to the other station where I could make my report. All done, lovely, how to go on? My return ticket is for a fortnight...What do I do here until then? In the times of the corona virus pandemic, travel is difficult. I need a PCR test to be able to get back to the UK. But that takes at least 72 hours ( let`s not mention the price for all these tests, ridiculous) . Where do I go, what do I do???? Holy cows!!! 

I managed to find a cheap hotel, (that was the only advantage of the pandemic, they welcomed me like a queen:)), removed my mask, for the first time that day, got under the shower, ate and drank, and started my strategy meeting with Su. It occurred to me, that my ex husband (more about him later) lives in Spain too, just a few...hours from where I was at the time. Well, we haven`t really spoken for fifteen years, just on rare occasions about our children but he was my only chance to survive my rally. And he said yes, hahaha, no, not again:) He let me stay at his place until I managed to fly back to the UK. 

to be continued...