I’ve wanted to post about pride all month, but I’ve struggled to articulate what “pride” means to me. Mostly, because getting to the point in my life where I can say that I am proud [at my core] of who I am has been the hardest, most painful thing I’ve ever done, and for a long time I hurt for the people I hurt. It’s no wonder we celebrate “pride,” because pride is the antonym of shame; a feeling all LGBTQ people are told to feel, not just for our sexuality, but for having the audacity to come out. Pride is celebrating that we’re different, yet a part of a larger community, each having survived the pain of growing up LGBTQ in a straight world. And pride is not just accepting the truth of who we are, but celebrating it, and dreaming of a world where everyone understands, empathizes, and celebrates our differences. Having pride is saying, “I’m proud of who I am. I love who I am. I love who you are. I’m not ashamed to be me, and I’m proud of you for being you.” Happy Pride month y’all.
Thank you for sharing Jake!