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A Different Kind of Pride...

I went to Pride again this year.

Unlike in years past, I didn't march in Pride... I didn't work at Pride... I simply went to Pride.

And It Was Glorious!

Not that I regret "doing" Pride differently for so many years. I mean, the outfits alone are sometimes worth it.

But it was lovely to sit back, watch the parade with friends, and enjoy the day as an observer. 

It was sobering. I don't work for an LGBT nonprofit anymore. I'm not a member of any sort of LGBT leadership. I'm just... me.

I'm still a community activist. I'm still a loud mouth queer lady who will sit on your panel about equality or feminist issues. I'm still using my writing and copy editing skills for progressive people and their platforms.

But I'm also just me. One of the many queer people on the sidelines.
Take a moment.
Raising a glass.
Breathing in deep.

And preparing for the day when I jump back into nonprofit work with both feet.

The kiddo loved watching WITH her mom. <3 nbsp="" td="">

20 Years....

I graduated high school twenty years ago.

I was a 17-year-old graduate who didn't have a clue. I think about the things that were different back then.

Twenty years ago was before the moving, the moving, the moving... before the roommate who stole, the living with the in-laws, the roommate who worshiped birds, the living alone,,,,

Twenty years ago was before I had come fully out to everyone. I was bi to only a select few.

Twenty years ago, I had resigned myself to going to college to get some sort of degree... it was probably going to be English so I could teach because I didn't have any idea what other careers were out there.

Twenty years ago, I wanted to be an adult so bad that I made colossally bad decisions and burnt some never-to-be-rebuilt bridges.

Twenty years ago, I was aware of my bad decisions and had resigned myself to probably making more. I was pretty sure I would not make it to 21.

Twenty years ago, I was embarrassed by my glasses. I had never died my hair or gone on a crash diet or been to a protest.

Twenty years ago, I didn't plan to travel out of CA or to have a child or to vote.

But some things were the same.

Twenty years ago, I was a feminist.

Twenty years ago, I was queer.

Twenty years ago, I loved to read.

Twenty years ago, I preferred breakfast to all other meals, I knew how to diagram a sentence, and I unabashedly loved musicals.

Twenty years ago, I loved Star Trek.

Twenty years ago, I hated Shakespeare.

Twenty years ago, I would sometimes wake in the middle of the night sure that there was something special about me... something unique and relevant to the world. There were moments that I would be so full of ideas and potential energy that I could hardly breath. Twenty years ago those moments were frightening. Today... they still are, but I appreciate them on a whole different level.

Here's to the next twenty years.