Happy Pride, Humans!

Out loud QAF!

This year (and before that…) has been a landscape of hell for many in our community. I sure as heck don’t need to use this space for reminding us of this f-d up cruel phobic reality.

I just want to land here, firmly planted, in celebration of all of us living as our fabulous rainbow glitter bomb selves. And understanding that who we are is a glorious brilliant light that will never be extinguished.

I was born in 1965. At the age of four or five, I knew who I was. I didn’t have any language for all the things I felt, but I held on to that inner wisdom, even though the world around me didn’t see me, or those like me.

When I feel like I’m not enough, and struggle with habitual body crap, I hear my inner five year old reminding me that I’ve been me all along, and that the world just needs to catch the fuck up. The colonized patriarchal capitalist systems were not created for us, so we need to keep tearing that shit down. I know the soup is thick and I speak as a white person with privilege. But I will fight, waving mightily the inclusive pride flag high in the air, for every lgbtq+ human who wants to be their queer as fuck fullest selves.

So this Pride month, for those who feel they can, let’s be louder than ever, brighter than ever, so that those who feel they can’t do that safely, will see and feel big warm bright skies of hope overhead.

All of us are sacred. All of us are enough. All of us deserve joy, love and fulfillment of our dreams.

Find your theme song, your dance moves, your spoken word, your mantra. Feel the soft stone in your pocket that grounds you in you. Let’s continue to be as courageous as we can and do our best to stand up and speak up and support those who need it.

As Oscar Wilde said, “Be yourself; everyone else is taken.”

little me, drag days, advisor at NAGLY, pride marches, me and 3rd grade photo