For those of you not aware, LGBT stands for lesbian, gay, bisexual and transgender. That being said, you can imagine my delight when a celebration of all things colorful, shiny, anything goes, you do you partay takes over the streets of Nashville in the fashion of LGBT Pride. Unless, of course, unsavory opinions about me are shared with me and I can tell one how many fucks I give about their opinion. And, like they (whoever “they” are) say, what someone thinks about you is none of your business. The type of folks who have no right to be judgemental about anything, let alone my clothing choices, lifestyle choices, crazy cat lady status, my loudness, my swears like a trucker but knows my surroundings mouth, my social media sharing, my sexuality, and on and on and on. It’s not that I don’t give any fucks, I just give zero fucks about the opinion of people who are judgemental. I was loud and proud before I could even understand the meaning. Honestly though, forget the glasses, can we please talk about my earrings and sweet blouse?