You thought that me, of all people, would pick Unique as the U word of the day.
Nope. Sorry fuckers! *roflmao*
I used to love unicorns. They were something that would have allowed me to be free to be myself. I used to color pictures like this all the time. Loved. It.
Wanted a winged one (an alicorn…or, according to Pliny, an Aethiopian Pegasi). Never got one. (boo)
They were just so majestic. When I rode horses, I’d often imagine a horn growing from his head and we’d fly off somewhere together to have fun.
Don’t get me wrong: I still love the unicorns. A couple of years ago, I found a book at a rummage sale called “A Glory of Unicorns” that was edited by Bruce Coville. Isn’t that just a great term for a group of unicorns? A Glory? Better than a murder of crows….
And not all of these stories are light and fluffy. Some of them get downright dark.
But I liken unicorns to dragons. They do exist.
For some of us lucky enough.