Pride

Happy Pride, Friends

Pride Month is a time when members of the LGBTQ+ community come together to celebrate who they are and honor the legacy of the Stonewall riots. Truth be told, I’ve never been someone who actively celebrates or reflects on Pride Month. Sure, I’ll share the usual tweet or Facebook post to say, “Happy Pride,” but I’ve never had an active voice in the community.

Back in 2015, a friend asked me why I didn’t participate more. At the time, I answered honestly: “I’m still searching for myself.” What I meant was that I hadn’t quite figured out my sexuality. I only dated people who identified as women, but I’d also made out with guys at parties. I wasn’t ashamed, just uncertain of myself.

These days, I’m still on the fringes of the LGBTQ+ community, mostly because I’m antisocial. It’s not the best reason, I know. The idea of going out to meetups or marches feels overwhelming. It’s just not easy for me.

That said, I’ve become more open and public about my sexuality over the years. My friends and family know. Everyone else either picks up on it with time or through social media posts. I’m pansexual. And while I may not be shouting it from the rooftops, I’m proud.

This blog post is a small contribution. My quiet celebration of who I am and a message of support for anyone still on their journey. I may not march often (though I did attend one in my home state this year), but I love and accept myself fully.

If you’ve stumbled upon this post and are navigating your own path, please know that I support you. Especially if you’re living in a southern U.S. state like I am, where it can be tough in communities that are deeply religious, homophobic, or anti-trans. You are not alone.

Take care of yourself. And if you ever need a supportive ear, feel free to reach out to me on Bluesky.

Happy Pride.