Oscar Wilde was born today in 1854. And as I read about his significance online this morning, remembering how much he gave to all of us when he insisted that the love of people of the same sex ought not to be criminalized, and when he tested that insistence by going to prison and dying of the hardships he endured there, I'm fascinated to read that his tombstone in Paris's Père Lachaise cemetery is covered in kisses. In shadows of lipstick kisses of every color in the rainbow.
The picture above is Cynthiamon's photo of the tombstone at Tumblr.
And it seems to me entirely appropriate that Wilde be remembered in this precise way.
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