This year was the first time I ever carried a weapon. There were rumors of alt-right attacks planned at Gay Pride. I just CANNOT understand what good it does to terrorize our sisters and brothers for being the living, breathing expressions of the incredible tapestry of human experience and diversity that make us all so much more interesting than being a bunch of homogenized robots of sameness 😴
I don’t really don’t understand how someone’s expression of beauty, living in alignment with who they love, how they were born, or the consensual choices they make regarding THEIR lives gives way to others feeling entitled to act out violently.
This weekend I cried with heartache, and cheered with joy surrounded by my 🏳️🌈 #LGBTQ+ community.
Pride marches are now mostly a parade filled with parties 🕺🏽💃🏾🎡🎉 floats, incredible outfits, and lots of company branded swag.
Lest we forget they started as a protest👊 to commemorate the Stonewall riots against NYC police who raided a gay bar (a safe haven for the “queer”) in June 1969.
I didn’t grow up in a world with gender fluidity, or 3rd pronouns for non-binary gender.
The 20-somethings of today have so easily have adapted to pronoun respect (she, they, him), and now as a 40 year-old I struggle to keep up even within my own community about using the correct words.
I stumble and my lovely niece (out since she was a teenager) will gently correct me.
Gay people have so many more options and opportunities available, and yet, we all still fight for equal rights. My heart aches and yet, I am grateful because it’s still legal in other countries to kill gay people, and this weekend I didn’t need to use my pepper spray.
But it wasn’t the first time and it probably won’t be the last that I’ve felt fear being out.
Every person 👭🏻👬🏽👫🏾 deserves to be loved and seen for who they are, as they are, in the way they feel most beautiful.
And that, my dear, includes YOU! ...continued in comments with photo credit, etc. 👇