London. Life.

“I totally thought you were going to blow me out today!” exclaimed Rohin, as Kellen emerged onto the gym floor from the changing room.

“Why would you think that?” asked Kellen.

“Because you always blow me out!” laughed Rohin. “Anytime we book in a work-out, you always cancel on me. Always.”

“That’s a bit unfair…” protested Kellen. “Anyway, things are pretty quiet at work today so an afternoon workout is perfect.”

“As long as you don’t have anything more important to do…” grinned Rohin.

“Your sarcasm is noted…” acknowledged Kellen. “What do you want to work on today?”

“Legs…” decided Rohin.

“Again?” sighed Kellen. “Didn’t we do legs last time? I feel like we’ve just done legs. My legs feel like we’ve just done legs. Couldn’t we just do some light stretching and some breathing exercises?”

“We may have done legs last time you were in the gym…” agreed Rohin. “But that was over a week ago! Legs are the most important muscle group. Toughen-up, Mary - we’re doing legs!”

“There’s no need to be homophobic about it…” grumbled Kellen. “Just because you want to be able to crack walnuts with your butt doesn’t mean we’re all obsessed with… Actually, I take that back. Let’s do legs.”

“Can I ask you a question?” said Rohin, loading weight plates onto the bar in the squat rack.

“Obviously…” shrugged Kellen. “I’m not a doctor, but I’m prepared to take a look.”

“No, it’s nothing like that…” dismissed Rohin. “My cousin has been getting all riled-up on Twitter about something to do with the colours on the gay flag. I didn’t really understand what it was all about.”

“That’s totally a hot-button topic!” nodded Kellen. “Look at you - up to date with queer identity politics!”

“I don’t know what that means…” said Rohin. “I just didn’t want to look like a dick. Is it complicated?”

“It’s actually really simple…” shrugged Kellen. “Manchester Pride have announced that they’re going to be using a Pride flag that includes brown and black alongside the six other colours that we normally see on Pride flags. That’s caused a bit of drama.”

“It’s a racism thing?” asked Rohin.

“Totally…” nodded Kellen. “It’s to try and make a point that people of colour…”

“Dude, I’m brown…” interrupted Rohin. “I get the racism thing. You don’t need to explain that to me. Who cares if you change the flag?”

“Mostly old white gays…” shrugged Kellen. “Initially I could kind of see their point. The rainbow flag is a really powerful symbol, and it kind of felt a bit sacrilegious to be messing with the design. But I’ve been reading up on it, and even the guy who originally designed it changed it a number of times, so it’s not like it can’t change. It’s just a flag. Flags can change.”

“So you’re voting in favour?” asked Rohin.

“I’m pretty sure we don’t get a vote on this kind of thing…” replied Kellen. “It generally just comes down to who shouts the loudest. There might be a dance-off.”

“Gays are weird…” decided Rohin. “Anyway, I can already crack a walnut with my butt, so you’ve got a bit of catching up to do. Less talking - more lifting!”