Because I wasn’t around for the Stonewall riots, bathhouse raids or the Harvey Milk era I’ve always felt my idea of Pride lacked in actual substance. Like, there’s gotta be more to it than bitching over what to wear, what to do or who to kick it with. But things have changed since Orlando. Continue reading
I apologize for the length of this post but I need to get some things off my chest. It has been days since we heard about the horrific events in Orlando and I still can’t process it. I know there’s no logic to senseless acts so it’s difficult to reason in your heart and mind. I thought I was okay about it, but as days passed I realize I am in mourning. Mourning those that were murdered and injured but also for thinking that we were at a place with our humanity that this no longer happened. Continue reading
Someone asked me a very interesting question today- “Why do gays celebrate pride” This really got me thinking and because I didn’t want to rattle off the usual answers, I did a bit of soul-searching and this is what I came up with. Continue reading
