My heart still skips a beat on the second to last weekend in June, as I head towards the big green lawn that is Dolores Park. I am always caught off guard by how much PRIDE affects me every year. I spend time reflecting on events in my life since the previous year’s Pink Saturday. This past year has brought so many changes, experiences, memories, dreams, and examples of how lucky we are to live in this time and place as a female couple.
The celebration means different things to different people, and brings some of the best people watching in the world. It makes my heart happy to see so many young people celebrating their individuality, or standing in support of the LBGTQ community in general.
So, whether it’s an event that for you means costumes, glitter, explicit sexual behavior, dancing, crying, romancing, story telling, or a blend of them all, get out there next year and celebrate. Life is too short not to make room for everyone. If it makes you uncomfortable, if it makes you turn away in discomfort, try not to hate what you don’t understand. Just break out those flashy heels, and join the party. You’re welcome any time.