Recently my best friend, BR, and I went to the Dallas Pride Festival. Pride is a celebration for gay people who are proud to be gay. It's that simple. The festival has music, entertainment (think bodacious drag queens), lots of beer, food, a never ending supply of rainbow swag, and booth after booth of helpful resources for the LGTB community. It’s an exercise in extravagance with rainbow flags in abundance and an I don’t give a shit attitude thrown in the mix. While I may be gay, it’s not really my scene.
Nevertheless, in an attempt to meet new friends (for BR) and get more comfortable in my role of lesbian mother, we decided to partake in the festivities. To my surprise, we enjoyed it, and it reminded me that I need to spend a little more time standing in my own instead of worrying about what the rest of the world thinks. Not that I’ll be waving a rainbow flag anytime soon, but rather I hope for the confidence to just be me; take it or leave it.
Despite it being intolerably hot that day (note my shirt…that is sweat), we kicked back cold ones, me a beer and BR a Dr Pepper as per usual, and we took stock of all the festival had to offer.
The experience was entertaining and informative to say the least, but at the end of the day, while I’m not the type to let you know that I’m gay, I’m no less proud. I am grateful for a community of family and friends that choose to look beyond the stereotypes and accept me and my family for who we are; humans. Humans that love and suffer, judge and accept, and forgive just like everyone else. And for that reason alone, it’s worth celebrating. Happy pride y’all!