Pride

We’re almost a week into June and I haven’t written anything about Pride month yet. I can’t really do it justice like others already have so I won’t go into the history of it or anything like that.

Last year I was wounded and healing, so I didn’t feel much like celebrating. I did a few things with my friends but not much. This year I had planned to attend as many events as possible, but I’ll be out of town for some of the events and too busy for most of the rest.

I’m hoping to go to one or two smaller parties in secure locations but frankly I am not sure I want to go to the really big parade and parties downtown. That’s a lot of peopling for this introvert and, honestly, I’m scared.

Denver has one of the biggest Pride celebrations in the nation which makes it a big target for the right-wing nutjobs that have become so bold in their hatred and violence.

I’m all about facing my fears but I have enough to cope with facing my internal demons that I have some control over and who won’t hurt anybody but me. I’m worried for my friends and all the brave souls who will be out there defying those who would shove us all back in the closet.

I’m also worried my body just won’t be capable of the strength and stamina it’ll require to be a part of those festivities. I’ve acquired a few more aches and pains that limit my mobility and it will take some time to get that back. If I’m lucky enough for that to happen.

So this year my presence at Pride will be limited but that’s okay because I’m living my best pride life right now and I am alright with that.

Be careful out there my friends.