My Pride List

Every year, Pride is a reminder to breathe and think about how being queer has affected us both as individuals and as a worldwide community. I don’t know two people who celebrate or feel the exact same way about this month.

I had a long sloggy blog about rainbow washing in the works. Instead of adding another rant to the mix, I’m going to share what I’m proud of this year.

I’m proud of my friend for finding a steady career that is fulfilling to him. He is an open, honest, and hardworking person who has persevered through a lot of medical, familial, and mental tribulations to get where he is.

I’m proud of a former coworker for getting closer to who he has been his whole life every day.

I’m proud of a few local organizers who have delegated more and/or taken a step back to take care of themselves. They’ve done and sacrificed more in 5 years than most will in many lifetimes.

I’m proud of a local queer artist who was willing to take many risks and bet on herself.

I’m proud of a new friend who is enamored with his fiance. Their level of gorgeousness is actually a little unfair.

I’m proud of relentless attorneys like Chase Strangio.

I’m proud of Lil Nas X, who has defied any and all naysayers, doubters, and simpletons. What a gem.

I’m so proud of the cast and crew of Pose! They blew through countless doors with smoke and glitter. We’re all better with the world of ballroom in our sights--shows like Legendary will take what Pose gave us and propel us to the future.

I’m proud of books like Thin Girls and The Chosen and the Beautiful. They skip the tropes that are easy to settle for.

I’m proud of the memes and posts that call out rainbow washing; our insistence on justice and accountability is as loud as ever.

I’m proud of this being my third pride as an out person.

I’m proud of all of us for sticking around.

Finally, I’m proud of the explosion of queer visibility that is growing every June. The days of not being able to be out at all in the interest of survival and employment are not that long ago. People literally used to wear bags over their heads when they marched in their local parade. This explosion cuts down on any notion of queerness being a phase or fleeting feeling. I don’t know what we’ll do with this newfound power, but I do know it’s within our control to show that power doesn’t always corrupt.

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