Well done America for finally getting on board with this equality malarkey!
To add to the joy, I went to my local Pride this weekend.
|Have you ever seen a more fabulous ambulance?|
And there are a lot of people out there who just don’t get pride. Why should I be proud of something I had no choice in? I’m not proud that I’m right handed. I’m not proud that I have grey eyes or that I’m allergic to penicillin. So why am I proud of being gay?
There’s a lot that straight people don’t understand about being gay. The fear of coming out to friends, explaining ourselves to family, sitting through sex ed at school and thinking “I’m meant to do what?”
We are oppressed and discriminated against. Some of us suffer verbal abuse. Some physical. Some people and societies want us to feel ashamed of who we love, and others want us to go about our gay business quietly behind closed doors and show everyone that we are “normal” just like everyone else.
We live in a society where we are a minority and live every day within a heterosexual culture that overlooks us.
And having been through all of that, we’ve still come out to strut about in our rainbows, leather and feathery headdresses, to say, “Yes, I’m gay. What of it?”
And let’s be honest, Pride is full of beautiful, weird freaks.
|I have no words to describe what this is...|
And it makes me happy to think that someone still in the closet can look at us dancing down the street with our sparkly tops, whips and flags, and realise that they can be as weird as they like and they will always be accepted within our glorious community. They’re okay. They’re not alone. There’s light at the end of the closeted tunnel.
But more than that, Pride is a chance to celebrate our history,
So yes, I celebrate Pride. Not that I’m proud of myself for being a lesbian (though I am extremely good at it), because that’s not something I believe I chose. But I’m proud of all the lesbians who came before me. Who fought for my right and my ability to be able to dance down this street at 11am with a beer in one hand and my girlfriend in the other.