Feels right to be cracking open a fresh vial of estrogen as Pride month begins.
In another timeline, there is an Emmys sketch where Lestast and Lazlo meet and get up to hijinks.
Am I “unc?” I don’t know, is it “unc” to relish a sunset? Is it “unc” to see the world renewed in the peal of a child’s laughter? To stand still in the ebb of a river of time and grin at the rushing parr with the wisdom of eternity? To rhyme a wilting flower with the universe? Is that “unc?”