Finding my people, finding my Pride Good day beautiful people. As this Pride month draws to a close, I wanted to reminisce about the first time I felt Pride — well, gay Pride — and the hope that came with it.
First off, MONTH? Yes, we get an entire month now! I remember when we only had a day. It was the day of the Pride parade, and just as you were really getting into it, it was over.
I don’t really want this to come off as a “back in my day” bitchfest. But I understand that telling any Pride story is partly about sharing how different it is now compared to how it was in 1990 when I first came out.
When I think back to the beginning of my fabulous gay life, it isn’t just about one particular thing that happened; it is about a feeling.