I spent much of my younger days as both a member of Act Up and Queer Nation, wearing pink triangle patches, buttons, and other paraphernalia. When we marched in the street, the pink triangle was a symbol of outraged protest.
In the evening, with my partner, out for dinner or just strolling around lower Manhattan, I would drape myself with a rainbow scarf to symbolize hope, love and promise.
We didn’t steal it from God, of course. He’s let us borrow it, just for a little while.