I Always Cry at Gay Pride
Posted by mikezillion at June 29th, 2008
It’s true. I may be a big, burly, bearish guy, but there’s something about hundreds and thousands of people joining together to celebrate pride in what was so recently “the love that dare not speak its name” that really gets to me. Especially when I see the PFLAG group march past, or the happy faces on the gay families with adopted children.
Of course, this year is particularly moving. It’s barely been a month since the California Supreme Court decided that it was just plain silly to prevent loving couples from marrying, just because their plumbing wasn’t in the conventional locations for married couples. San Francisco Pride was brimming with gold leaf lettering against white backgrounds, and it seemed as if everyone was either wearing a bridal veil or applauding someone who was.
And it just makes me well up with tears thinking about it. How far we’ve come. How optimistic we can be about the upcoming elections in November. How likely it is that the people of California will side with their Supreme Court judges and say no to a proposed ban on recognition of gay marriage. Not to mention all the other good changes that could be coming in Washington.
San Francisco is just an isolated bubble of sanity in a swirling sea of confusion today. I didn’t see any protestors, and I didn’t think to look for them. I saw gay and straight people of all ages gathering together to celebrate our pride in being ourselves, whatever the social and practical costs. In the end, what else do we have but who we are?
As a gay man, I take pride in my identity, and in the enhanced perspective it has created in my life. As a bear, I also take pride in allowing myself to be big, to be furry, to be comfortable in my own body, the way God made it, and the way Nature has sculpted it.
Blessings of the day to everyone out there. Find your Pride, and own it. Woof!